Jasmine hung up the phone. She had just made plans with her friend Rebecca to get a massage. Rebecca was studying to be a masseuse and asked Jasmine if she'd be willing to be her guinea pig tonight, and she was all too happy to help. She was looking forward to it as she'd never had a massage before. Now that she thought about it, she'd never had anyone touch her more than what one would be comfortable with a complete stranger doing so; shaking hands, a tap on the shoulder, etc.
Jasmine had come from an extremely religious upbringing. Her dad had died when she was very young, and her mother was a very devout woman, and, after seeing and hearing that children who were taught that sex was dirty and disgusting often turned into very curious and promiscuous people, she had taken the route of complete ignorance. She'd never taught her a single thing about sex. When Jasmine was 8, she'd asked where babies come from, and her mother had simply said she would find out when she was married and no more was to be said on the subject. When Jasmine had started menstruating, she simply told her women's bodies do it as part of punishment for Eve's sin. She'd also managed to get it into Jasmine's head that boys were nothing but a distraction to her schooling, and she wasn't to pay any attention to them until after she had left college, and it worked. She had steered clear of them completely, never holding hands, never kissing, never anything more than plain conversation. She still liked looking at them though, but she had no idea why.
Now, Jasmine was 20 years old and in college, and still totally naive about all things sex. She had obviously seen people kissing, but she assumed they were to be wed one day and never have it any more thought. By some lucky chance, nobody knew this about her, and she had never told anyone, not realising she was 'different'. Rebecca, knowing Jasmine's religious upbringing, assumed she'd gotten the 'sex is filthy' method, but had never questioned it.
A few hours later, Jasmine left to go to Rebecca's. She lived off campus in a cheap apartment by herself her parents helped her rent. They sat and talked for a while, then headed to the room with Rebecca's massage table. Jasmine took a detour towards the bathroom, relieving herself then heading over to the sink to wash her hands. Then she saw something she'd never seen before. It was in the soapdish above the bath, pink and thin and about as long as her hand. She picked it up, and felt that it was made of a material that felt like fleshy, meaty rubber. Having never seen a penis before, she had no comparison to rely on, so she had no idea she was now holding a pretend one.
She took it with her into the massage room, and held it up for Rebecca to see. "What's this?". Rebecca's looked up and saw what Jasmine was holding, and her eyes went as wide as saucers, then upon seeing that Jasmine had truly no idea what she was holding, she calmed then babbled out an explanation. "That, uh, that's a umm, a massager."
"Really? How? Do you roll it over their skin or something?" While asking she was rolling it over her arm, and looking at it she saw a button at the flat end of it. She pressed it, and it started rumbling softly in her hand, startling her. "Oh! So it's like those massage chairs, just smaller so you can get exact spots or something?"
Rebecca was astounded at Jasmine's naivety, but she said nothing. "Um...yeah. The vibrations are really good for helping you um...relax. It helps ease stress", she said, nearly laughing when she realised the humour of the situation.
"Oh cool! That's really neat. Are you gonna use it on me?"
Rebecca went wide eyed again and stood frozen in silence for several moments before composing herself and replying. "Um, that's kinda only used for one place. It's sort of an...internal massager."
"You mean your vagina?" Naive as she was about sex, Jasmine still knew that she had a hole between her legs, but had never understood why, just chalking it up to imperfect design of the human form, along with eyes that often need corrective lenses.
Rebecca was now looking a mix between very uncomfortable, and something else that Jasmine had never seen. Her eyes were conveying something that Jasmine couldn't quite put her finger on. "Uh, yeah. That's where it goes."
"Huh. So are you gonna do that to me then? Doesn't it hurt? It looks like it would."
"No, it doesn't hurt. It's actually very nice". Rebecca's demeanor had changed. She was no longer looking uncomfortable. She had now realised that Jasmine had not in fact been raised to think that sex was shameful, just to be totally ignorant.
"Ok then. I guess I'll find out soon."
Rebecca remained silent for a moment, then smiled. It was a different smile though. Her mouth looked like a normal smile, but her eyes were not warm and friendly. They had the same glint in them as before, but this time much more pronounced. Jasmine had never seen this look before. "Yeah, maybe. We'll see how things go. Righto, on the table."
Jasmine looked at the table. It was different than normal massage tables. The leg end had a split running down the middle, so that each leg essentially had its own separate side to rest on. She took off all her clothes, not knowing any reason to be ashamed of her naked form, and asked "on my back or my tummy?", and was met with Rebecca's stunned expression.