She looked at me expectantly, and I continued "You said that you and Todd have already touched each other some. And I expect you already have an idea of what parts are involved for the actual sex part."
She didn't hesitate to answer "Yeah, we did – and I do."
"I'd be willing to bet that you've heard about other things, too – whether it's from hearing other girls talk, or wherever."
She did blush faintly, but admitted that she had.
"Well, now you're going to get the chance to find out for yourself what's really involved in some of those things. I expect that some of what you heard didn't sound very nice, the way people talked about it; what I hope you'll do is have the courage to try them and decide for yourself. I'm not going to 'push' you to do anything, and I'm certainly not going to force you – I'm just going to give you the opportunity; the final decision is yours."
She assured me that was fine, and I told her "Now, I may have to ask you different things. They aren't 'trick' questions, and there aren't any 'right' or 'wrong' answers. I'm not asking them to make you feel embarrassed, though they might make you feel that way; and I'm not trying to make you feel bad or that you don't know something or any of that kind of nonsense. I'll be asking them so that I don't waste any time telling you something you already know, or skip over something that you need to learn. Okay?"
She said it was, so the first thing to do was ask her "You said that you've always been ashamed to do anything except in the dark; I take it that means the touching you did with Todd, too?"
She visibly pinkened with mild embarrassment, but told me "Um, yeah. And the touching we did, it was almost always on the outside. Of our clothes, I mean."
"That's fine, Jill. You told me that you've done a lot of babysitting, and I'm going to figure that included boy babies, too, so you already know pretty much how boys and girls are different – at least, in general terms. But I'm also going to figure that you've never really gotten to look, either; not at a guy that had at least started puberty. So what I figure to do first is for me to just lay back, close my eyes, and let you look at me."
She was definitely surprised, and I told her "You can look, touch, move things around, ask questions, whatever you want to do for as long as you want to do it. I'm only going to ask that you take it easy about squeezing or hitting anything", the last part in an effort to get a smile out of her. She looked suitably horrified at the very idea of hitting or squeezing before smiling when she realized that I was letting her know that she didn't have to worry about simply touching.
Having told her what I was going to do, I did it: simply rolling over onto my back, putting my hands behind my head, and closing my eyes.
Even so, it took almost a minute before she worked up the nerve to sit up and move to where she could get a proper view.
As was to be expected, her initial touches were brief, and tentative; but when I didn't react in any noticeable way, she gradually got confident enough to touch me for longer periods of time, and move things around as she asked a number of questions. I gave her the best answers I had, and when I wasn't sure, readily admitted so. I also took the opportunity to make sure she knew not only the 'proper' names for things, but had the slang terms correct, as well. Somewhere along the line, she'd gotten at least a basic grounding in male versus female anatomy, so she didn't have to ask any of the more rudimentary things. She didn't do anything overtly sexual, so I didn't have any difficulty keeping control of myself. When she was done, I felt her move to lie next to me again.
Opening my eyes, I rolled onto my side again and returned my hand to her belly. She looked up at me in expectation, and I asked "Think you're okay with guy parts, now?" She grinned, and nodded her head, so my next question was "Have you ever had the chance to do anything like that about girl parts?"
Surprised at the question, she told me "No, never. After I started growing hair, you know, between my legs, Momma and Daddy was pretty particular about what friends I got to spend the night with. Oh, we pretended to kiss boys and practice hugging, but never anything more than that."
I reassured her "There's nothing wrong with that, Jill. If you want, I can help you learn girl parts, too."
She grinned at me and asked "How you gonna do that? I'm the only girl here!"
I grinned back and said "Exactly." The resulting look of bafflement on her face was priceless.
I finally had mercy on her by explaining "Yes, you're the only girl here – so you're the one you'd learn from. What I can do is get a mirror so that you can look at yourself. If you want, I can stay with you, and try to answer any questions you've got. Or I can leave you alone until you tell me you're done; or you can skip the whole thing – it's up to you. That's assuming you haven't already done something like that yourself, of course."
She didn't even blink at the suggestion she might have already examined her own genitals; she simply shook her head in the negative before telling me "No, I haven't." Then, a moment later, she said "Uh, yeah, I think I'd like to do that. You… you don't have to leave, or anything; I know I'm going to, uh, have questions."
"It's okay. If that's what you want to do, and how you want to do it, then that's the way it'll be. Just give me a minute to get a mirror, okay?"
Apparently not trusting herself to speak, she nodded her agreement; I left the bed just long enough to retrieve a large hand mirror I had – I'd bought it with the vague idea that it might be useful, and had actually found plenty of instances where having it had been a help.
Back on the bed with Jill, I told her "You're going to have to sit up; I'd suggest that you kind of rest on your tailbone, and lean back against the headboard. Bring your knees up and get your feet as far apart as you can. I'll hold the mirror so you can see yourself; I will not be touching you unless YOU tell me to, only the WAY to tell me, and for as LONG as you tell me."
She found her voice long enough to let me know she understood, then started to sit up. Positioning herself as I'd suggested, she spread her legs as far as she could before starting to bring her knees up. I quickly got the mirror positioned, then made a little bit of a 'show' out of turning my head so that I wasn't looking directly at the area between her thighs. That seemed to reassure her, and she soon had herself as opened up as she could. It took only a few commands from her before I had the mirror positioned to her satisfaction.
While she was engrossed in examining herself, I took the opportunity to have a look at her myself; while my head was turned away from her crotch, I was still able to shift my eyes enough to see her: her pale muff appeared to be much shorter and thicker than most I'd seen; the edges of her growth were sharp and clear, and I couldn't see the skin I knew was underneath it. It extended something over inch above where I estimated her pubic bone to be, and formed a narrow vee that tapered out just below the cleft where her sex was starting to make an appearance.
After simply looking at herself for a bit, she reached down to begin touching – and more to the point, opening herself up so that she could see her particulars. That made them visible to me, too: the small, thin lips of her womanhood, all but hidden; the hood of her clitoris, which was the size of a small pea, and starting to make an appearance. I saw that she was starting to develop a slight flush, and a few moments later, my nose told me that it was one of arousal. That was further verified by the appearance of a thin sheen of her oils on the inner surfaces of her labia. To my mild surprise, she was bold enough to spread her vaginal lips so that she could have a look at what lay further inside her: the ring of her hymen. She seemed to examine it closely, and even gave it a few tentative nudges with the very tip of her finger before she was ready to start asking me questions.