I was thirteen when I went to Europe with my mother and my aunt. Part of the tour was Paris, and in Paris we went on the tour to the Musée d’Orsay. We walked through and I was with my aunt when we came across this painting called the Origin of the World. Very lifelike, a woman in all her glory. I was shocked at it, but my aunt stood there and asked me to reflect on what I was seeing, what did the artist want me to appreciate. That’s you, she told me, that’s you. I suppose that we stood there for about five minutes, but it felt like hours. When we left the museum my aunt bought me a poster of that painting to hang in my room and remind me that I was a woman. I was still a kid, but I suppose that she meant it generically.
When I went to college I took that poster with me and hung it over my bed. My roommate was not amused about it and called it porn, I told her it was art. If she took it in, if she paid attention, it was not porn. It was only a woman. Like her, like me. We were not yet unpacked and she made her bed, and I made mine. She told me she couldn’t sleep at night with that porn on the wall. I removed my clothes, and laid back on my bed with my legs open and asked her if that was porn. It was the most natural thing in the world, and if she paid attention she had the same thing between her legs.
I don’t know if I ‘forced’ her, but I did pull her pjs’ off and her underwear and I had her lay back with her legs open and I took a moment to admire what I was seeing. I told her she had a beautiful pussy in my opinion. And without conscious thought I moved in and put my arms under her thighs and took her pussy in my mouth. She ‘bucked’ but I held on and started to dart my tongue in her vagina. Within seconds she started to flow her juice and I had a mouthful so I swallowed. I must have gotten her clit just right. She bucked hard but I held on tight and she went into an orgasm.
I stood back and asked what orgasm was in French.
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