For the bulk of my seventeenth year of life I had sex with one person and one person only.  I started sleeping with a guy a barely knew a week before the start of my senior year of high school and continued sleeping with him until just before I graduated.  In the entire span of our “relationship” I only had two orgasms in probably one hundred sexual encounters.

I didn’t know what an orgasm was when I seventeen, well not a female orgasm.  I didn’t know women could have orgasms.  One night after having sex with my high school boyfriend at the house I was babysitting at he asked, “Did you like it?” I said that I did although I wasn’t sure.  The look on face must not have been convincing because he asked, “Well did you cum?”  I was puzzled by the question because boys cum not girls but I guessed that he had either been misinformed or I was missing something.  “Yes,” I responded.  “How many times?”  “Five,” I answered.  I assumed this was a good answer as I could see how proud of himself he was. 

I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about but he stopped asking.  I soon forgot about the question nor did I feel the need to delve any deeper into what the question had meant.  About two months later, in the backseat of a car my boyfriend and I began making out.  He asked if I would fuck him.  I said that I would and my pants were off in a flash.  I remember I was more excited than normal, we had been making out for a while and his hands had been busier than they normally were.  Typically our sexual encounters were rushed and there was little to no foreplay.  This time it lasted a little longer and my kitty had received some heavy petting prior to penetration. 

He took his time with me.  He was much slower and gentler than he had been in the past.  He raised one of my legs so that it was resting on his shoulder and then began thrusting faster and harder.  All at once my body began to shake and felt very warm.  My toes began to tingle and the sensation began creeping up legs.  As it consumed my lower half, my heart began to race and my head began to feel light.  I remember being scared,  I thought I was having a heart attack or a stroke.  At that moment my vaginal muscles began to contract.  I pulled my boyfriend closer to me digging my nails into his back.  I was terrified.  In a moment my body relaxed and my boyfriend pulled out and climaxed on my stomach.

I didn’t mention the incident. My boyfriend didn’t seem to notice that I had nearly had a stroke in the middle of our sexual encounter.  I was too embarrassed by the incident to mention it to my friends, because obviously something was wrong with me.  For the next few days I thought about my “episode” constantly.  After much reflection I decided that what had happened that night did actually feel pretty amazing although I was sure it was not normal.

I decided to try and recreate the conditions on my own and see if the same thing would happen.  One night a week later I lay in bed and brought myself to climax for the first time.  Suddenly it made a little more sense, I wasn’t sure what was happening but I was sure I wanted it to.  I still didn’t mention it to my friends because I didn’t know any seventeen year old girls who admitted to masturbating. Although that night I definitely became a big fan of masturbation. 

Sometime later, after my boyfriend gave me my second coital orgasm I finally learned what was happening to my body.  I was sitting around talking to a group of female friends where one girl was retelling a story of a sexual encounter she had had with some guy at a party.  She said, “I came so hard he had to cover my mouth to keep me from screaming.  My legs were shaking so badly I couldn’t walk.”  A little light bulb lit up above my sexually inexperienced noggin.  I had been having orgasms.

So nearly six months after I had nearly had my first “stroke,” I learned what a female orgasm was. And I surely did love them.  I still love them.  It changed the way I looked at sex and myself.  I realized that I was supposed to enjoy sex and that I could.  It would be a while before I would find a partner who was skilled enough to help achieve climax on a consistent basis but from that moment on it all made more sense.  I have still never come five times in one session but a girl can dream.  I am still looking for the right man for the job.