I grew up in an ultra-religious and ultra-conservative household, so my parents sheltered me from all things they deemed "immoral," and this included school sex education class for some reason. I'm guessing they figured learning about that was taboo and God would teach me about it later in life. While I would learn about sex, female anatomy, etc. later in life, it was under the circumstances which I learned about it that's worth a story. The story begins when I went to study abroad in England during my sophomore year in college in 2018. I touched down at London Heathrow airport excited to begin my studies. I arrived at my dorm room, met my dorm mates, and got close to them.
Over our first week of studies, one of my dorm mates invited me to a party at a friend's house off-campus. I was nervous as I wouldn't know anyone there, but still down for a good time, so when Saturday came around, we left for the party. At the house, my dorm mate introduced me to everyone, including his older sister, Haylee. I thought Haylee was beautiful: a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, girl who was slim with a slightly wider butt and a sweet English accent. I bonded with her that night over drinks and eventually, the conversation turned to her asking me if I was single. I said I was and asked her if she was single; she sad "Yes, just broke with my last boyfriend a couple of weeks ago."
Haylee then asked me: "Would you be interested in going out with me?" I was caught off-guard because, thanks to my parents, I hadn't had a girlfriend before; they wanted me to save myself for someone they could deem "worthy enough for their son" (exact words from my father.) In other words, my folks were hoping I'd follow the arranged marriage custom their church preached; I sure didn't want to do that. I told Haylee this and expressed my concerns.
"I don't think my parents would approve, Haylee," I told her.
"Maybe not," she replied, "but as your parents aren't here, what they won't know won't hurt them."
Haylee sure had a point with that, but still politely told her: "I don't think now would be the right time. Maybe in a month or so." She understood, but I could tell she was disappointed. After that, we just hung out and chatted about our lives & hobbies. At some point, we went our separate ways at the party and the next thing I knew, I was driving with my dorm mates back to campus. We turned in for the night when we got back and the next week passed like the previous one: we went to classes, studied, took a couple of tests, and organized our finances so we could pay our bills. Little did I know what was in store for me the following Friday night.
That night, my one dorm mate -- Haylee's brother -- had practice for soccer (or "football" as they say in the U.K.; he was on the university team) while my other dorm mate was out with his friends and girlfriend. I said I was just gonna relax and watch TV in the dorm, which they were okay with. I was all alone when there was a knock on the door. I thought it was our dorm advisor, so I got up and answered the door. To my surprise though, there stood Haylee clad in a trenchcoat and a pair of shoes. "How you doing?" she asked. "Can I come in? I gotta show you something."
I said sure and let her in, closing the door behind her. "How'd you get in here by the way?" I asked.
"I got permission from the dorm adviser earlier today," Haylee replied. "As long as you don't set the metal detector off, you'll get in."
"Okay, so what do you have to show me?" I then asked.
"I gotta show you how a girl's body works," she said as she took her shoes off, "perhaps then you'll be confident enough to go out with me."
Now as I mentioned at the beginning of this story, my ultra-sheltered life meant I never attended a sex education class in my life, watched porn or seen a naked female body; I didn't know how the female body worked at all. I wondered how Haylee knew that I didn't know all this. "I overheard at the party last week," she told me, "But I feel it's important for every boy to know everything about female anatomy." Open-minded, I gave my okay with this and Haylee unbuttoned the two buttons on her coat. She opened the top of the coat, revealing her breasts to me. "Okay," she started, "These are my breasts, which can also be called boobs or tits; I kind of like boobs by the way."
"Every girl has boobs, and not only for looks," Haylee continued, "but also for producing breast milk. Breast milk is for feeding babies until they can eat solid food. Now, guys like to see and feel boobs but while seeing them is okay for most girls, touching them requires permission. That said, you can go ahead and touch mine." With Haylee's permission, I nervously touched her boobs. This was my first boob touch and I was liking how they felt; soft but firm at the same time. "Maybe later, you can do something else with my boobs," she then said, "but for now, I need you to take your pants off."
"Why?" I asked her.
"Because boys and girls are different in more ways than having boobs or not. The real difference is down here," she said, pointing to her crotch. I was apprehensive about taking my clothes off and Haylee could tell. "Okay, I'll go first," she said as she unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on the coat. When she got to the last button, she turned around, undid the last button, and took the coat off, revealing her naked butt to me. She then said: "Now, boys and girls both have butts, as you can see, but in front is where the real difference is. Are you ready to see that difference?"
"I guess so," I said. With that, she turned back around to face me, and that's when I saw her naked figure in full; it was the first time I ever saw a naked female body.
