Greg and I got married in 2002 in Las Vegas. Greg used to work in the same building that I do. Greg is a very good-looking guy. My girlfriends were immediately jealous when we started dating. He takes pride in staying in shape, and he makes me want to be a better woman.

Based on the way I was raised, it’s a wonder I am not totally frigid. I don’t ever remember seeing my parents naked. They were careful to lock their bedroom door, and I never heard them having sex or can even recall any open affection. Nudity was taboo, so was any discussion of sex. I remember that I first learned about sex when I was around 12 years old from a neighborhood boy. We used to play “show me yours, and I’ll show you mine” in his crawlspace.

It was the first time I had ever seen a penis. He asked me to touch it, and I was fascinated that it got so hard. My girlfriends filled in the gaps about the differences between boys and girls. I remember being so appalled at the thought that my parents were having sex. I couldn’t imagine that they could do such a thing. There were times when I wanted to ask my mother questions about sex, but I was shy, and there never seemed to be the right opportunity.

Once I was in high school, my girlfriend Janet showed me some magazines that she discovered hidden in her dad’s closet. I spent the night at her house a couple of times a month, and she would sneak the magazines into her room, and we would look at them late at night under the faint light of a flashlight.

The magazines were hardcore pornography. Pictures of women spread wide open with their fingers inside their pussies, or engaged in intercourse with exceptionally well-endowed men. I thought back to the time that I used to get naked with the boy in the neighborhood and remember that his erect penis was about the size of my middle finger, while the pictures of the men in the porno magazines with erections that were as long as a soda bottle and as big around as my wrist. Jan and I talked about how painful it would be to have something so large inside our privates. We never used the term “pussy”.

I first learned to masturbate from Janet. After looking at the magazines, we talked about how warm we got and how our privates got wet. Janet showed me how she rubbed herself; she called it her twat. I had my first orgasm after watching Janet put her own hand inside her pajamas and finger herself.

Sometime later, Janet invited me to stay over one weekend. She had told me that her dad had gotten a new magazine, and she wanted to show me. I was curious to see what it was. We had to wait until her parents and brother went to sleep. Her bedroom door didn’t have a lock, so we always waited until it was really late before we got down on our stomachs on the floor between her bed and the wall, pulled a blanket up over our heads, and pulled the magazine out from under her mattress.

I asked Janet if she was worried that her dad would discover that she had taken the magazines, but she said he had so many that he wouldn’t notice, and besides, he would just blame her older brother.

When I saw the cover on the magazine, I realized immediately what I was going to see on the inside. Two very sexy topless women were engaged in a passionate kiss while their hands cupped each other’s breasts. Janet started to turn the pages one at a time. She had the advantage of knowing exactly what we were going to see. There were dozens of pictures of the same two women undressing each other, kissing, caressing, touching, and sucking each other’s breasts. My breathing got heavy as I realized that with more than half the pictures yet to be revealed, the women were going to end up licking each other.

I had seen pictures of male and female oral sex in other magazines Janet showed me. I was now masturbating regularly, and I had tasted my fingers after doing so. I knew what my pussy tasted like, and I liked it. The pictures in the magazine were printed on glossy paper. They were crisp and clear and taken from a close vantage. They were like photographs. The woman licked and ate each other out in every imaginable position. I had taken over the job of turning the pages because Janet had moved her hand down between her legs and began to rub her twat.

We later talked about how badly each of us wanted to touch the other. I had thought about it on several other occasions when I had slept over. But this night, we were lying side by side, our faces were inches apart. Jan’s eyes were closed, and she was close to orgasm. I looked at the last page of pictures by myself. Jan rolled over on her back and, with her free hand, touched the side of my face. I took this as my cue to kiss her.