When I was a student I lived in a really nice students home with five girls. A girl club like that was quite fun, much cosier than big mixed dorms. For that reason, most girls who entered our house left only when they graduated.
During my third year Ingrid came into our house. She was just starting college and was a bit of an outsider from the start. Most of the girls in our house were experienced party animals that enjoyed college life to the full. Ingrid was a classical case of a naive hick. With wide eyed surprise she looked around at her new life in the big city. At first she was very shy, but she had a charming naivety that won everyone’s heart.

Quite often she’d react quite shocked by the free acting of the inhabitants, running thru the house half naked out of the shower. Also, the other girls loved seeing Ingrid turn beet red when they made sexual remarks. There’d be an tasty hunk on TV and someone says: “Oh wow, I’m getting wet just looking at him. I’m spreading my legs for that!”
Of course everybody would chime in on that, and Ingrid would sit silently blushing in a corner.

One night all other girls were off to parties and boyfriends and it was just Ingrid and me in the house. I entered the common room in my bathrobe, coming from the shower, and found Ingrid reading a book in her baby doll. She looked a bit worried so I asked if something was bothering her. She looked at me a bit shy, gathered her courage and asked: “Maxine, do you think I’m a country hick?”
“Why would I think that? Don’t get upset by that stuff the girls do, you know,” I said.

“Well, you girls are always talking about sex and guys and stuff, and I don’t really know about that sort of thing.”
“Oh well. You’ll get to sex when you want to, not just to fit in. There’s nothing wrong with just satisfying yourself when you get horny.”
“Uhm, yeah, you mean, like, fingering?” she asked, still shy.
“Of course, dear. We all masturbate, don’t we?”
“Well, I don’t,” she stammered, redder than ever, “that’s why I feel like such a stupid twit. At my home, it was considered a sin, you know, so I never really dared to.”

I looked at her surprised. This was unexpected.
“Do you want me to learn you how to finger your pussy, perhaps?” I blabbered, uttering a fantasy I already had. She looked at me full of joy.
“Oh, would you do that for me? That is so great, just great!”
“Hmm, well, I do have one condition. That is for you to have no shame and work with me. I want you to come with me, so that we experience it together, not just me doing it for you. You know, I find it exciting to have you watch me, and me watch you.” I gushed my excitement.
Ingrid agreed avidly, so now I was stuck with it. It’s a promise after all. Also a very exciting one of course.
Without further ado, I slumped down and untied the ribbon of my bathrobe. I opened the robe and let it slide down my shoulders. Completely naked I sat opposite the blushing girl, legs spread so that my pussy was visible.
“Lesson one: make sure you’re nude, so that you can caress your entire body,” I said, as I moved my hands from my hips to my breasts. Ingrid looked at me attentively, but didn’t move.
“Come on Ingrid, pay attention,” I admonished her, “you have to show yourself to me too.”
“Ooh, haha,” she laughed, “I totally forgot.” Quickly she removed her baby doll’s top, lifted her ass from the chair and pushed the panties down to her ankles. She looked at me smiling, leaning back and spreading her legs just like me. She was caressing her belly tentatively, waiting for my further actions.