My fascination with pubic hair.

Some people have mentioned that I seem to have an obsession with “The Bush”. Well, I suppose that’s probably true. I think it stems from my school days. You see, by the time of my twelfth birthday we had all seen copies of porno mags such as “Color Climax”, and so I looked on pubic hair as a sign of passing from girlhood to womanhood.

If I remember correctly I used to lie on my bed every evening with my legs spread and a mirror placed in the middle just to see if there was any sign of hair. A friend even told me that rubbing skin lotion all round my vagina would help. Of course it made no difference to hair growth, but at least it accidently introduced me to masturbation. I was getting fed up looking at a pussy that was mainly smooth with just the clitoris peeping out from the fold of skin, so you can imagine my joy when I looked in the mirror and for the first time saw a hint of hair appearing.

From that moment on I watched as the mound of pubic hair got more obvious to the eye. After P.E. lessons I would even take longer in the shower to try to make some girls jealous, and I was only twelve at the time. When I was fifteen a boy started to take an interest in me, which I found quite flattering. Then one day he invited me to take a walk in the park with him. When we were in the park he suggested that we go into the bushes and enjoy ourselves. Somehow the thrill of doing something in public, where we could possibly be discovered seemed exciting and so I agreed.

When we started I pulled my knickers down and he started giving me oral sex, just like I had seen in porno mags. At the same time he wanked with one hand and when he spunked onto the grass I was excited as I had never seen a boy ejaculate before. The funny part was him throwing a handful of earth over the cum, as though anyone would notice it. Although I didn’t cum I noticed that my knickers were damp after I had put them on again.

I wouldn’t allow him to try full penetration at that time as I was far too young to even consider becoming pregnant. Nevertheless, the picture of him with his head between my thighs as he licked my pussy has stayed in my mind ever since and it still gives me a little thrill to think that a boy wanted to put his tongue inside it. I think that was the time that I felt I had left my girlhood and entered womanhood, although only fifteen at the time.