I was young when I first discovered how much I liked touching girls. And, at the same time, letting them touch me.
The first time I was a little confused when a girl reached down my pants. I won’t say how young we were (not trying to get in trouble for the “wrong genre”) but she was a year older than I was and we were playing at a school near my house. We ended up in the sand box and she just reached over and put her hand down there, inside my clothes and against my suddenly tingling skin.
I didn’t say anything but then she pulled my pants down a little and leaned back to pull her shorts down. For some reason the sight of that part of her just made me think “Oh, that’s what my thing is for.”
She rubbed me some more and I touched her gently, I think we tried to put me in her a little but it really didn’t matter, we were just trying to figure things out. I remember we kissed a few times and I know I had my fingers all over her softest spots.