Dear Betty,

I just discovered your wonderful site this morning and I've been reading every page with amazement. I had no idea such a site existed.

I am a 22 year old graduate student at a State University. I live on campus and one of my biggest fears getting caught masturbating. I have done it at least daily since my first girlfriend taught me what that little slit was for. All I ever did with it before was to pee.

The reason I'm writing is to tell you about my first sexual experience. I was 9.

I was so happy when the new neighbors moved into the vacant house across the street. I was just thrilled when I discovered it was a widow and her daughter. The girl looked to be about my age. I ran over and started talking to them. Corinne's mother was Korean (and very lovely). Her father had been half Cherokee and half African American. He was an Army helicopter pilot and was killed in a crash at Fort Bragg.

Since we were both daughters of single moms, we bonded instantly. We became inseparable. We spent most of our time at her house, she had so many neat toys. One time we were playing with her Barbies and she was rubbing Ken and Barbie together. I asked what they were doing.

"They're fucking," she said. I had no idea what she was talking about. My mom was very strict about what I read or saw.

Corinne explained that boys have a thing in their pants that gets big and hard. They'll try to put inside you, but you might have a baby if you let them. "Why would you let them do something like that?", I asked.

"Because it feels real good." she said. Then she told me a secret...she could make herself feel good without any boy. She had my undivided attention.

She said she'd show me and she sat down on her bed, up against the wall. She pulled her shorts off and opened her legs. She let me look at her. She said, "It's my pussy." There was a tiny amount of soft black hair around her slit.

She was different from me. Her lips were pouty while mine were flat. Her slit came further up her tummy than mine did. She was moist. I took down my pants and she showed me how to rub myself. It felt soooo nice. Soon I noticed that I was getting wet in my "pussy." Feeling better and better, I kept fondling my new favorite body part. It felt so good, really good. Really, really good! So I passed from feeling good to ecstacy.

We spent every day together for the rest of that summer and the next two years. By the time they moved away, I was doing it every day with and without her. I liked it better with her.

Betty, I just have to tell you again how wonderful your site is. I don't feel alone anymore. Thank you so much for great contribution to women's sexuality.

Karen, Denver