Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 14:09:42 -0500 From: Christine Larkin Subject: Arousal The first time it happened, I was sitting on a chair and my niece jumped up and curled into my lap. I was 12, maybe 13. I don't quite remember. She couldn't have been more than 7 or 8. We were both in our pajamas and I was babysitting that night. We played a tickle game that started with Ellen's toes. She giggled and laughed and tried to get back at me. My toes were too far away, so she started tickling my tummy and sides. And then her hand slipped underneath the elastic waistband of my pajama bottom and rubbed the lips of my tender, young pussy, which were already slighly damp from the excitement of the tickle game. She knew what she was doing, judging by the impish grin on her face. Perhaps she had touched her older sister's puss at one time, or another friend's while playing doctor. I don't know. I was shocked at first, but the jolt I got from feeling another person's warm hand down there was instantly electrifying. I slapped her hand away in mock horror. She did it again and dared me. So I reciprocated. My hand went inside her PJs and much to my surprise, I felt her small pussy all warm and damp like mine. Had she peed a little, I wondered? I realized she was excited like I was and I felt my face turn red with a deep blush as I held my fingers there for a moment, savoring the forbidden excitement of touching another girl's tushy. She was smooth of course. Not a hair down there. Just the natural folds of a small labia and the nub of a hooded clitoris. My hand was beginning to sweat a little and I felt my body shake from nervous excitement. I withdrew my hand, but Ellen grasped it and pushed it back, giggling. I asked quietly if she liked that. Ellen nodded and to show her appreciation, reached down and pulled down her pajama bottoms and opened her legs as she sprawled in my lap. I could now see what I felt, and sure enough there was the glisten of moisture on the lips, which had seemed to swell and deepen in color in the seconds since she removed her bottom. My hand began to glide back and forth across the wet lips and Ellen squirmed with delight as I continued. She looked up into my eyes and I saw a look on her face I had never seen before, but recognize now when I look into my lover's eyes. It was that look of intense arousal, the moment when physical pleasure transcends all other emotions. I knew nothing about a female's anatomy at that moment in my life, but instinctively I gently curled my finger into her small vagina and felt the wet, velvety folds of her chamber. I rhythmically moved my finger in and out and Ellen's small pelvis began to thrust back and forth to meet my slender finger at its deepest penetration. She continued to gaze at me, but slowly began to have a far away gaze in her eyes as her breathing deepened and a flush appeared on her lovely neck. And then, her eyes rolled back and she began to shudder. I felt her little vagina contract several times on my finger and I grew concerned that something was wrong. I had never felt an orgasm nor seen one take place on another human. It was almost over before it began and Ellen lay limp in my lap, smiling, murmuring how nice that felt. She giggled a bit as I pulled up her pajama bottoms. But now she was overcome with fatigue. I literally carried her to her room and placed her in bed and saw she was asleep before her head hit the pillow. As I turned and left the room, I realized my PJs were soaking wet.