Keeping my promise to my husband of answering any of his questions about my sex life, I am answering his question, "How did I learn how to ejaculate?"
It was my first year of college, and I was taking my first women's studies course. We were reading novels and poems by women about being women. I loved the class. The professor gave us too much homework, but we all thought that she was great. She even encouraged us to call her by her first name, Emily.
Emily was in her late thirties and beautiful in a nontraditional way. She had medium-length auburn hair that barely reached her shoulders. Her skin was pale and covered with faint freckles. She always wore mascara that brought attention to her light blue eyes. She had slightly large teeth, a big smile, and wore less formal clothes than most professors. Sometimes she even would walk into class wearing sweats if she had just been working out. She was thin, medium height, and had long legs.
At the end of the semester, Emily suggested that for the final class period we all meet in the evening. We would have dinner at her house off campus and talk about our final papers.
When I went to her house, I noticed house nice it was and how she didn't seem to have a husband or kids. We had dinner, and all sat around talking. What made the dinner extra special was that Emily served wine. As young college students, any alcohol was a treat.
The evening wound down, and I offered to help clean up. A few of us helped clean up, but I was the last student there. It was difficult to leave Emily was telling me incredible stories and asking me about my life. I somehow let it out that I was annoyed at some drunk senior who was hitting on me at a recent party. Emily commiserated, and we agreed that guys are sometimes more trouble than they are worth.
It was nearing midnight, and we were sitting in her living room. I was scoping out what books she had in a bookcase when she confided in me that she was leaving my college to take a new position in California. I was surprised and saddened. She told me more about the new job, and I agreed not to tell anyone.
At that point I started noticed a whole shelf of books about sex. Some were about masturbation, others were erotica for women, and a few concerned g-spots and anal sex. I didn't know how to react. I guess that I was feeling tipsy so I grabbed a book and started flipped through it.
Emily stood up, walked next to me, and looked over my shoulder. I was reading about g-spots. She quietly asked, "Tina, have you found your g-spot?" Feeling no worse for wear, I answered, "I don't think so." We delicately entered a conversation in which I told her how I found my clitoris. She told me how I could not only have clitoral orgasms but also vaginal orgasms. I was interested.
Emily told me in great detail how she found her g-spot and has wonderful vaginal orgasms. I was feeling bold, so I asked her if she could show me how to find mine.
There was a swollen silence.
