I sat on a couch in my new apartment with my new friend and roommate Anna. I moved in with her about a month ago, when I finally escaped from the Christian cult I was raised in. We were still getting to know each other, and I was excited to finally be free from the life I grew up in.

“Wait, so you’ve never had sex?” she said with her eyes wide.

I was starting to open up to her more about my life in the cult. I was telling her that premarital sex was strictly forbidden, and since I had never married, I was still a virgin. At 30 years old.

“No,” I responded, embarrassed.

She noticed the embarrassment on my face and quickly assured me that it's nothing to be embarrassed about.

“Have you…pleasured yourself tho?” she asked, seeming unsure of if she should ask at all.

“No,” I responded.

“That was also considered a great sin. I honestly never even thought about doing that. I never wanted to,” I admitted.

“Well,” Anna said matter-of-factly, “it’s great. You should try it. Wait until you have your first orgasm; your world will change. You could always…” She hesitated before finishing her sentence: “You could always ask me for help if you can’t quite get there yourself.”

My eyes went wide and my cheeks flushed red. The only thing worse in the cult than premarital sex was two men or two women having sex together. I no longer believe it’s a sin, but I never thought of myself as someone who would have sex with another woman.

“Think about it… let me know,” she said as she got off the couch and walked towards her room. “Goodnight,” she said with a wink and a smirk.

Later that night, I was lying in my bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Anna had said. I took out my phone and started googling. She definitely piqued my interest. I read all about orgasms, masturbating, sex between a male and female, sex between two males, and sex between two females. I went down a rabbit hole about dildos and vibrators. All the different kinds and what purposes they served. I was intrigued. They taught us the basics of sex in the cult, but nothing like what I was reading. It was mainly done for reproduction purposes, and definitely only between a married man and woman, or at least that’s what we were told. I happened to come across a website full of sex stories. I had heard about porn in the cult; it was illegal to have it or look at it, so I had never seen it. I had no idea there were stories about sex. I thought they were just pictures. I opened one and started reading it. It was a story about a man and a woman having sex in the man’s office. He was her boss and had dreamed of fucking her pussy since he hired her.

The story intrigued me. I couldn’t stop reading it. I started feeling a tingling down there, something I had never felt before. The story described them having sex and how good it felt for the girl. His dick stretched her pussy hole open as he slid into her, pumping harder and harder, making them both come at the same time. His juices filled her insides, and as he removed his now limp penis, both their juices came flooding out onto the floor. The orgasm the girl had was described as mind-blowing. I wondered what that felt like.

I slowly reached my hand down past my stomach, slipping it under my pajama pants. That story ended, and I quickly started another one. I slid my hand under my panties and touched my freshly shaved pussy. It was soaking wet. I had just shaved down there for the first time, after bathing suit shopping with Anna. She noticed the hair peaking out from my bikini and advised me to shave before I wore it in public. I had to Google how to do that too. I was shocked at how wet I was and how good it felt, rubbing my fingers over my wet pussy.

Remembering what I had read earlier about masturbating, I gently massaged my soaking clit with my fingers. I ran my fingers up and down my aching cunt, moaning quietly. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, and that I had never done this before. I pulled my hand out and looked at the slimy goo that was covering it. I removed my pajama pants and wet underwear and moved my hands back to my swollen pussy. I kept massaging, moving my fingers up and down, making circles on my clit, and I was getting wetter and wetter by the second. I really wish I had one of those dildos or vibrators I was reading about in this story. The next one I read was about a girl masturbating, using her new vibrating dildo to make herself cum. I’m interested in how those would feel on my pulsing pussy right now. I briefly closed my eyes and leaned my head back, still massaging my clit over and over. I put more pressure on my clit, and vigorously moved my hand back and forth. I didn’t know if I was doing this right, but it sure felt good.

I felt small tingles in my legs and a sensation I can’t even describe. I opened my eyes again and continued reading the story. The more I read, the more turned on I felt, and the more I wondered what it would feel like, having a giant penis or dildo filling up my insides, thrusting back and forth, making me cum like this girl in the story I was reading. I read another story about fingering, and I wanted to try it, but I didn’t know how. I didn’t know what to do once my fingers were inside me. I didn’t know about any of this. What I was doing felt good, but nowhere near “mind-blowing,” so I knew it could only get better from here. I spread my legs further apart and decided to try one finger, just to see how it feels. I slowly slipped a finger into my aching hole that was wet from my juices. My finger slipped in easily, and I moved it back and forth, back and forth. It didn’t hurt, but I didn’t really feel any sensation, like I read about. I decided to look further into it. As I pulled up a webpage about fingering, I started following the motions while reading. I went from one finger to two. I went from pushing in and out to squeezing, and found my G-Spot.

“Ohhhh myyy gooodddddd,” I whispered out loud.

This felt amazing! But still not mind-blowing.

“That can’t be what an orgasm is,” I thought.

I lay on my bed on my back, legs spread wide open with two fingers inside of my aching vagina. I pumped back and forth, back and forth, and started to feel a shiver run down my spine. I felt warm liquid leaking out of my hole and thought I had peed. When I touched it, it was wet and slimy. I looked down and saw I came on my sheets. The only reason I knew what that was was from the stories and information I read earlier. I didn’t even know what cum was until then. I didn’t know what to think about that; I didn’t even know my body was capable of doing that. Soon, my fingers got tired, and the shiver went away. My once soaking-wet pussy was drying up, and it was uncomfortable to rub now. I removed my fingers from inside of me to find that they were also covered in my cum. I wiped them off with a tissue. I still wanted to experience an orgasm, still not completely positive of what it was or what it felt like. Unsure of what to do next, I thought about what Anna said earlier that night:

“Ask me for help if you can’t quite get there yourself.”

Anna was so welcoming to me from the start. I answered an ad for a wanted roommate on a poster board outside a grocery store. I had no money, no job, but once I called Anna and told her my situation, she was eager to help me. She said I can live with her rent-free for 6 months while I figure out what to do and how to get a job. I had been homeless since escaping the cult, so she really saved me. She taught me so much about life outside the cult; I figured I should take her up on her offer to show me one more thing. I hesitated, hearing the preaching in my mind about how sinful it is for a woman to have sex with another woman. Well, I thought, I just masturbated which is also a sin, and I don’t feel guilty at all. In fact, I feel happy and somewhat satisfied. I tried hard to shove down the teachings of the cult as I got out of bed and pulled my pajama pants back on, leaving my wet panties on the floor. I quietly opened the door and stepped into the hallway. It’s 11:00 at night. I hope she’s not sleeping. I crept up to her bedroom door and heard a sitcom playing on the TV, something else she introduced me to. I heard her laughing, so I knew she was awake. I tapped quietly on the door.

“Come in,” I heard her call out.

I opened the door and saw her lying in bed, under the covers. I had never come into her room at night before, so she immediately knew why I was there.

“Need some help?” she said with that same smirk on her face.

I told her all about what I read and how I wanted to experience an orgasm but didn’t know how to get there myself.

“Come lay down.” She patted the bed next to her, removed the blanket from the other side of her bed, and turned off her TV.

I lay down under the covers next to her. We talked about what I wanted her to do. I told her how I wanted to try a vibrator, if she had one. She just smirked again. She described to me what she would do to make sure I wanted to go through with it.

“First, we’ll start to kiss. It’ll get your juices flowing and wake your body up to the idea of sex. Then I’ll massage your boobs and nipples; you just tell me if I’m going too hard,” she continued to explain the process, step by step. I started getting wet just hearing her talk about it. I agreed to all of it.

“One more thing before we get started. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or in pain, just say the word ‘pancake’ and I’ll stop immediately.”

I agreed but was confused about the choice of words.

“Why ‘pancake’?" I asked.

“I like pancakes,” she said with a shrug.

She got up out of bed and walked over to her closet. She pulled out a box and set it on her dresser. She reached into the box and pulled out a small, pink vibrator and a larger blue vibrator. She explained to me that the pink one was called a bullet, and it was for external use only.

“It’s too small to use for penetration; it can get stuck.” Yes, I remember reading about those. She held up the blue one. It had a slight curve to it, the end was skinny, and it was rather long.

“This is for penetration,” she explained.

“It hits your G-Spot just right. It’s incredible for orgasms. I’ll start you off with this one, since you’re probably pretty tight. I wouldn’t want to use my dildo on you yet; it’ll probably hurt more than it'll pleasure you. it’s pretty… girthy,” she said with a chuckle.

“I tried starting off with a larger dildo- bad idea. I moved onto this baby, and oh God, I'm glad I found her. They’re clean, I promise.” She also took a bottle of lube out of the box before walking back over to the bed.

“Hey, you’re the expert here. Whatever you think will get me to orgasm, I just want to know what it feels like.” I started to get excited, thinking about that long vibrator moving inside of me, filling up my inside and making me cum. I wonder what it would feel like. Probably nothing like my fingers, this was bigger, longer, and had a curve to it.

“I’m gonna start off slow; you let me know if you want me to stop, go faster, or slow down,” she said as she put the vibrators and lube on her bedside table.

I suddenly got really nervous. Did I make a mistake? Should I be doing this? I went back and forth in my mind on whether or not I should put a stop to this before it started. I thought about the cult and how much it had taken away from me. How much I missed out on in my 30 years of life. I wasn’t going to let it take any more; I decided. This is going to happen.

She slowly crawled back on the bed, pulling back the blankets and climbing on top of me.

“Remember, you can back out at any time. this is all for you tonight,” she said, looking at me dead in the eyes. I was frozen. terrified, but excited at the same time. I nodded in agreement.

She slowly inched her lips toward mine. My heart started beating out of my chest. I had never been kissed before. I don’t know what to do. Suddenly, our lips met. They were soft and inviting. I started kissing her back, and my heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest.

She pulled back slowly.

“You okay?” she asked. “I can feel your heart pounding.”

I nodded in response. Before she could say anything else, I started kissing her again. This was incredible. I felt a pit in my stomach, the good kind. The kiss started to get more passionate. I got more comfortable, and my heartbeat slowed down. She started going lower. She kissed my neck and started lifting up my shirt, slowly. I felt her hand reach under my pajama top, and she grabbed my boob. She held it there for a second, making sure I was okay with it. I was. We started kissing again, and her hand started massaging my boob, and she played around with my nipple. I felt my nipples getting hard, again something I had never felt before. She pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it on the floor. She removed her lips from mine and moved down to my nipples, slowly licking one while massaging the other with her hand. She made slow circles around my nipple with her tongue. I leaned my head back. I couldn’t believe what I was doing right now, but it felt so good I didn’t care. Soft moans escaped from my throat; I couldn’t help it.

“You have gorgeous tits, Red.” She moaned and continued licking and massaging my tits and nipples.

Red was her nickname for me because I have red hair. I didn’t mind it. I didn’t like it when people said my name because it reminded me of my former life, so her calling me Red made me feel like I was forming a new identity.

I felt my pussy get wet all over again. It all felt so good. Every part of it. She was going slow, just like she promised. She moved her lips down to my stomach, inching closer to my swollen, pulsing pussy. It was aching for attention, and my pajama pants were now getting wet. She kissed my stomach for a while, still using one hand to massage my tit and nipple. The other moved down to my pussy, and she lightly grazed it over my thin pajama pants. I could feel her fingers through the pants, and my excitement started to grow. I felt a shiver run down my spine again, remembering how it felt when I had two fingers inside me a few minutes ago. She removed her hand from my nipple and slowly started removing my pants. She looked up at me as she did, and I smiled at her, reassuring her that I was still okay. She slid my pants off and tossed them on the floor with my shirt. Suddenly, I was naked. I was naked with another girl. My heart started pounding all over again. She slowly started massaging my wet clit, just as I had done a few minutes ago.

“I can see you shaved!” she noted as she stared at my glistening pussy.

“Thanks for noticing,” I joked.

“Damn Red, you’re soaked,” she said with that same smirk I’ve been seeing all night. “I can’t wait to fuck this beautiful pussy.”

She lifted up my legs, bent my knees, and planted my feet on the bed. She took my left leg and moved it to the side, then did the same with the right. I felt a breeze on my pussy, suddenly realizing how wet it was. I started to feel more nervous, realizing she had full access to my aching vagina.

“Remember our safe word?”

“Yes, but I don’t need to use it. keep going,” I responded.

My heart continued to pound out of my chest. She lowered her head and stared licking my clit. She moved her tongue up and down my soaking wet pussy, which made me even wetter. I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue all over my dripping vagina. I put my hands on the back of her head, weaving my fingers in and out of her hair. I felt her tongue separate my lips as she began to lick and suck on my entrance. I jolted a little when I felt her tongue enter me, but it felt so good. She moved her tongue around inside of me. It felt incredible. My back arched up, and my hips started moving with the motions. I was amazed that my body just knew what to do. She took her tongue out from inside of me and replaced it with her fingers. I was wondering when she was going to use the vibrators, but I was going to continue to follow her lead. She started pulsing my G-Spot just as I had done, but it felt way different when she did it. My entire body got tingly as she continued to pump inside my pussy. I felt a new sensation, wondering if this was the orgasm building up. I felt more cum leak out of my pulsing insides, wetting Anna’s fingers even more.

“Ohhhhhhh,” I groaned. “Faster, faster!” I begged, the feeling growing more and more intense.

Instead, she took her fingers out of me. She rubbed my wet, sticky cum over my clit and down to my lips, spreading them apart as she gently massaged them.

“Trust me,” she said, “you don’t want to climax yet. I’m building you up,” she said with a smile.

She licked my remaining pussy juices off her fingers. I thought that was a little weird, but whatever.

I was a little disappointed that she stopped, but I continued to trust her. She reached for the pink vibrator. She pushed a button on it, and I heard it start up. She slowly moved it up and down my soaking pussy, spreading apart my lips and closing them around the bullet. It felt amazing. I let out a few more soft groans, and she continued doing that for a while.  She moved slowly, going from my clit all the way down my slit, heading toward my ass. I read about anal sex, which is not something I wanted to try just yet. I was ready to use the safe word if she tried to fuck my asshole, but luckily she brought the vibrator back up before she reached it. She increased the intensity on the vibrator and moved it more vigorously around my pulsing cunt. I was so ready for that blue vibrator to fuck my swollen pussy. I felt the orgasm start to build back up. My back arched again as I stifled a scream. She took my hand and moved it onto the vibrator.

“Hold this here while I grab the other one.” I did just that. She reached for the blue, longer vibrator and squeezed some lube on it.

“You’re pretty fucking wet already, but this will help it slide in easier. If it burns, let me know, and I’ll take it out if it’s too uncomfortable.”

I heard her, but hardly comprehended what she was saying. The pink vibrator, now in my control, was pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. I started feeling it in my whole body, just like I had read about. But I still felt like I was missing something. I needed that blue vibrator inside me, and I needed it now. I continued to move the small pink one up and down my clit, down to my pulsing entrance, and back again. I almost stuck it inside my hole, but remembered that Anna said it was too small and could get stuck inside of me. Wouldn’t want that. Suddenly, I felt the silicone vibrator at the entrance of my vagina. Anna started by slowly moving it around my entrance, getting me used to the feeling. She pushed a button on it, starting up the vibrations. I felt it slip in nice and easy. No burning, no pain. I gasped as it entered me, the vibrations pulsing inside my body.

“How’s that?” she asked, holding the vibrator still to make sure I was okay.

“Amazing,” I responded.

“Please, fuck me with it. fuck me hard,” I remembered from reading the stories; the harder the girl got fucked, the better the orgasm.

“We’ll get there, trust me. It’s better to start off slow, especially your first time. You want to savor and enjoy it.”

I trusted her completely at this point. She went slowly, just as she had with everything else. Her lips met mine as she maneuvered the vibrator inside me. She started moving it up and down, back and forth; I could feel it hitting my G-Spot. It was the same feeling I felt when I massaged it with my fingers, and when Anna did with hers, but 10 times more. I couldn’t concentrate anymore on pleasuring my clit, and dropped the vibrator. I couldn’t even think straight. My entire body tingled, and my legs started shaking. She removed her lips from mine, and my head went straight back onto her pillow. I let out a few grunts, gripping the bed sheet underneath me, writhing against the vibrator filling my insides and sending me into another world.

“You like that? You like my vibrator fucking your hot pussy? God, you’re so hot.” Anna smiled as my breathing got heavier and my heart continued to pound.

I felt her soft lips sucking on my nipple, her tongue moving around it.

“Faster! Faster!” I managed to squeak out.

She took hold of the pink vibrator and returned it to my aching clit.

“OH GOD,” I shouted out. The vibrator continued to move inside of me. The thrusts got faster, harder, and I felt it filling me up and slamming against my G-Spot over and over. I couldn’t take it anymore; I needed to climax. My insides felt like they were going to explode, in the best way possible.

“Go harder, go harder!” I begged Anna.

I moved my hand over hers, helping her push the vibrator in deeper, harder, as my body continued to shake with pleasure. My back was arched up as far as I could go, my ass completely off the bed sheets. I felt my other hand start to massage my boob and squeeze my nipple. Anna straddled over me, her back facing me, and sat on my stomach, forcing me to lie flat on the bed. This gave her a better angle to continue pulsing the vibrator back and forth inside of me. She hit some buttons on the blue vibrator, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. She removed the pink vibrator from my clit and lowered her head to continue pleasuring me with her tongue. Her ass was almost directly in front of my face. God, how I wanted to rip off her shorts and lick her pussy as she was licking mine. But she told me she did not want anything in return tonight, that it was all about me. All of a sudden, my entire body started convulsing, and I let out a loud scream that surprised even me. I had completely lost control of my body as I heard Anna shout out:

“Cum for me, Red, cum for me.”

As she said that, I felt another rush of warm, sticky cum flow out of my hole, just as she removed the vibrator. I let out a big breath as I felt my body relax. That was mind-blowing, alright. I lay on Anna’s bed, drenched in my own pussy fluids, happier than I have ever been. She turned off the vibrators, now dripping in my cum, and set them aside. She leaned her head back down to my pussy and licked me clean.

“How was your first orgasm?” she asked after she finished cleaning my clit and vulva off with her tongue. I felt her tongue creep between my lips. I wasn’t sure if she was teasing me or cleaning me. Either way, I didn’t care.

I didn’t have words to describe it. I couldn’t even form a coherent thought in my mind. All that came out was

“Sorry about your sheets.”

She laughed out loud and said she kept an extra set in her closet for these kinds of occasions. She repositioned herself so she was lying down next to my still, naked body and rested her head on my chest. I was still speechless. I couldn’t even move.

“Thank you” was all I could say. “That was incredible.”

“Tonight was all about you,” she responded. If you’re interested, tomorrow I can guide you through how to make me orgasm.

“Oh, I’m interested,” I said with a laugh.

I thought about how she would look naked. I thought about ripping her clothes off. I thought about kissing her again, massaging her boobs and licking her nipples, just like she did with mine. I thought of licking her juices off of her pussy, wondering what it tasted like. I thought about fucking her pussy with that same blue vibrator, or would she want to use her dildo? I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to see what her shiny, glistening pussy looked like when she was wet like I was. I thought of sucking on her clit, letting my tongue explore her insides, and giving her the same mind-blowing orgasm she gave me. I couldn’t wait to return the favor.

“What do you want to do now?” she asked, her head still on my naked chest.

She started rubbing my nipple between her fingers. Part of me wanted to go for round 2, but I felt so tired and was starting to feel sore. I was thankful she started off with the skinny vibrator.

“I… kinda wanna shower…” I suddenly felt very sticky and sweaty.

Anna laughed out loud again.

“You go shower; I’ll change my sheets." I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, sitting up beside me in her bed.

“Get some rest tonight,” she said, looking down at me. “We've got some more lessons to do tomorrow. Just wait. We’re gonna have fun. " I’m getting wet just thinking about it,” she said with a seductive smile.

I suddenly felt nervous all over again. What if I don’t do it right? What if I do something wrong? What if I don’t please her the way she pleased me? She must have noticed the panic on my face.

“Don’t worry,” she said sweetly, “I’ll walk you through everything; you’ll be great. And again, I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with. Our safe word will still apply.”

‘God, I love this girl,’ I thought.

We shared one more kiss before I peeled my sweaty, satisfied body off her bed.

I put my pajamas back on and thanked her again. I walked to the bathroom with a smile on my face. For the first time since I left the cult, I felt truly at peace, like this is where I really belong. I took a shower and settled back into bed. I took my phone back out and started googling some more. I have a lot to learn before tomorrow. I just hope I don’t mess anything up for her.