| Towel or Tampon? Menstruation is one of our glories. Let's celebrate it any way we can. If you like my story and my attitude, please email me. I have a couple of yahoo groups you might enjoy! "Are you ok, Claire?" "Uh huh." Sullen, uncommunicative, not at all like my Claire. Alarm bells ring. "What's wrong, hun? You can tell me." A silence, followed by a sort of sob. I can guess what's going on. "Hm, started your period, right?" I am amazed that girls can start their periods at twelve these days. I was fifteen before I started. Clare blushed. Bingo! "It's ok, honey, happens to all of us. Any pain? Stomach cramps? I always used to get stomach cramps. Well, first two days anyway." No need to tell my lovely young friend that I had the Big H four years back. No more period pains. Just HRT and a new lease of life. She is silent for a moment and then: "Im ok. Then a pause. Then, vehemently: I hate it!" I put my arm round her shoulders. Yes, we've all been here. "No, darling, don't hate it! It's what makes us female. It is very special." She doesn't believe me. I didn't believe it when it was said to me. Try a different tack. "Are you using towels or tampons?" "Mom said towels." Ah! Mom knows best, of course. But not always. "Are you ok with that, or would you like to try a tampon?" "Dunno." Not like my darling Claire to be so truculent. "Tell you what, sweetie, let's try a tampon and see if you prefer it." Go on, ask me why, if I no longer have periods, why I would have tampons in the house, and, what's more, small size suitable for a 12 year old. Go figure! "Well, darlin, you want to try? You don't like, you don't need to use, ok?" She looks at me, that penetrating stare that says, "Can I trust you?" She decides to trust me. Ah! No, you dirty-minded perverts, I am not going to describe how I laid her gently on my sofa, removed her panties and gently took away the ugly sanitary towel that her mother had wedged between her leg, revealing her pretty young cunt, barely a hair on it, puffy lips a red-stained slit, nothing more. No, I am not going to tell you how I wiped her pussy clean, lovingly, delicately, gently, discreetly. No, I am not going to gell you how I inserted a tampon into her hitherto-uninvaded cunt, leaving only the tampon and its string inside her. No, I am not going to tell you how I "inadvertently" massaged her clitoris the meanwhile, and how my own cunt was on fire as I ministrated to my darling Claire's needs. Why should I share such intimacies with you? God, I was no fire by the time I had finished my chore! Why? Well, of course, such a beautiful body, pubescent girls are unbelievably attractive, mostly because they don't know they are attractive, partly because I love the trust they have in motherly women like me - Auntie Sheila, who else? - and partly because I really truly - lust apart - want to help lovely young girls like Claire. Gently I dressed her, pulling her panties up and straightening her skirt - have you noticed that dressing a girl is as exciting as undressing a girl?! - and then giving her a special Auntie Sheila cuddle. "There, darling! How does that feel?" She looks at me wide-eyed, such lovely brown eyes she has, but no reply. "Are you all right?" "Yes." "No worries?" "No." "You sure?" Pause. "Well, only, what's my mom going to say?" "She doesn't have to know. When you need to change, use a sanny towel. Then come round to my house, and we will insert a tampon. OK?" "OK." In that "ok" was everything I needed. Claire and I had a secret that we would keep from her mother. I knew I was on the way..... |