"Welcome home, Tom. How was school today," Camille wanted to know.

"We had a blast, Mom. We watched some holos and listened to some of the music of the twentieth century. I don't think they were good at all. I think they were barbaric. I am glad I live in today's world. Would you believe that five hundred years ago they would have arrested you just for walking in the street like you do now, bare breasted. All women had to have their breast covered in public at all times."

"Why was that. Was that a law?" "Yep, it sure was. They believed that all the men would run around with a permanent erection. They should have known that that was ridiculous because in some of their Countries, as they called their Territories at that time, women walked bare-breasted all the time until they made those silly laws."

"I still don't understand. I thought five hundred years ago humans were already civilized. Maybe I should have paid better attention in History class."

"It's hard to believe, Mom. But some of the Countries went even farther. There all women had to cover themselves completely, except for their eyes. We saw a holo where women walked along a street, and they looked like lumps of dark clay moving on the sidewalk. It sure looked funny."

"I don't think it's funny to do that to a human."

"Well, Mom, at that time a woman didn't own herself like today. And what I told you was the tamer news. There were clans, they called them 'cultures', that cut out the clitoris of girls when they reached a certain age. Can you believe that?"

"Now that would be more than barbaric. You are not telling me a fib, are you? If so, you better stop. That is horrible."

"No, really, Mom. It's the truth. We watched the holos. These people at that time thought themselves to be highly civilized. I am sure glad I didn't have to live then. And they talked to their computers with a thing they called a keyboard. Those keyboards had square buttons that they pushed to male letters one at a time to make words."

"That must have been frustratingly slow. How could they have gotten anything done, I wonder?"

"And there was no sex education other than the biology and anatomy class in school."

"Then how could the boys and girls learn the whats and the hows. I mean, where would you learn to pleasure a woman if no one showed you how?"

"You are right, Mom. I am sure glad that Aunt Vickie took me in for my Day of Loving. There was so much they didn't talk about in biology and sex class; they just said we would learn that later on our Day of Loving. And I can see now that they were right. It couldn't be taught in a class."

"But you should also be aware of the fact that what you experienced was Sex 101. There is still much learning to come if you are willing to learn, and I am sure you will."

"I am looking forward to learn more. The girls I have pleasured since my Day of Loving have already shown me that each is an individual. They are all different, and I am wondering right now who my next girl will be. Each one so far had given me a chance to practice, and with each one I learned more how to give pleasure. And I enjoyed each one."

"I am glad you did not think that you knew it all because you had your Day of Loving, and I am glad that you made an effort to understand each of your girls. They probably looked back, too, on their Day of Loving and said to themselves, Whoa, so much more to learn, it'll be fun."

"Tell me, Mom, do you sometimes look back on your Day of Loving?"

"Yes, I do," she answered and smiled.

Camille interrupted her work for a second, remembering her special day with pleasure, but then she reminded herself that she had work to do. It was much later when the memories surfaced again.

* * * * * *

She turned over for the fourth time, but she still could not go to sleep. Then it hit her. It was the conversation with her son, when he returned from school this afternoon. She had answered him that yes, she sometimes thought of her Day of Loving. As the memories floated up in her she smiled a happy smile.

It had been Uncle Bill who had had the honor of that day. In her mind's eye she saw herself again when she had turned twelve. Then she had thought of herself as a sophisticated young lady. And she remembered the day that would bring her one step closer to being a teenager with all the freedom that that age brought, but also the responsibilities it carried with it. She knew what was expected of her as a teenager and she felt herself ready.

Camille had looked forward to her day of emancipation with a mixture of emotions. She had been masturbating since she was nine and enjoyed the pleasure it gave her. Now she would be able to double or triple that enjoyment and that should be worth the pain that she expected. Her Sex and Biology classes had explained what would happen to her in clinical terms and she was ready.

Today she was going to immerse herself in a hot bath instead of taking her customary shower. She always took great care to be clean and fresh and today she added to the water a fragrant bath oil her mother had bought for her. Emerging from her bath she stepped into the dryer where a warm towel emerged from the towel cabinet, wrapped itself round her and lightly massaged her body.

When the towel had dried her she ran her hands over her skin and marveled at what the bath oil had done to it. There and then she vowed to herself that she would do that more often. Uncle Bill would also enjoy her smooth and fragrant body, she mused. Whoa, she chuckled to herself, I will be giving Uncle Bill pleasure even before we start with the main part of my day. I want him to be proud of me. This was part of what Mom had told her, make your man feel proud that you are his girl. Show him that you are so wonderful just for him.

Uncle Bill's house was well known to her, she had had many sleep-overs with Odetta, his daughter. Odetta was a year older than Camille, and it had been Odetta who had shown her that fingers on the right spot above her pussy could create such rapturous feelings.

If she was nervous, it did not show as she sat on the couch in the living room, chatting with her aunt who kept watching the wall clock above Camille's head. It was when her aunt rose from her chair and took Camille's hand that her heart started beating faster. She was led to the extra guest room at the end of the hallway. By the time they reached the door, behind which a mystery lay, her heart was beating so fast she wondered if it might burst through her chest.

Her aunt smiled reassuringly at her and motioned for her to go in. Camille hesitated for two seconds before she waved at the door's retractor to cause the door to slide silently into the wall at her right. The room appeared dark, until her eyes became accustomed to the low light that a single candle produced. Then a familiar voice, low and friendly, beckoned her, "come here, young lady." She waved again to close the door and then slowly advanced to her Uncle. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, which had been moved away from the wall, and now stood in the center of the room.

When she was about one meter from him he bade her to stop and stand still so he could admire her, tell her how beautiful she was, and that she looked utterly desirable. He complimented her on her efforts to enhance her natural beauty by not masking it with make-up, but wearing flowers in her hair instead. His soothing voice and his praise calmed her to where she could speak without a tremor. She asked him if she may kiss him and then shivered when she realized her boldness.

He rose and stepped forward to put his arms around her, closed his eyes and kissed her, lightly at first, then with more authority, taking her along until at the end their tongues were battling with each other. They finally had to break and come back to reality. Her blouse sported only four buttons, which Bill opened slowly with experienced fingers. He took his time so she could savor the sensation of lovingly being undresses by a man.

This was her first time, and she shivered slightly. She was not embarrassed when Bill first removed her blouse and then unzipped her skirt to let it slide to the floor. With only her skimpy panties left, she put her arms around her uncle's neck, whispering a question, 'could she undress him?'

I better thank Mom for coaching me, at least I know what to do, she thought to herself. Bill's shirt came off easily. Next she loosened his belt and moved the zipper down, letting his trousers follow his shirt. That's when she noticed that he was barefoot and she made a metal note for the future to remove her partner's shoes before taking down his pants.

Her fingers trembled as she grabbed his waistband to slide off his underpants, revealing his prick. And while she looked with awe at this object of her interest, it started filling out, it grew in size, and it stiffened. She reached out then to touch it, letting her fingers curl around the shaft to feel its warmth and its growing hardness. My sister has prepared her well, Bill thought to himself. Camille had seen her fourteen year old brother's flaccid pens, but this was a man's, and it soon stood erect at attention, ready to go to work.

Bill took Camille's shoulders and turned her to face away from him. He bent down and rolled her panties down her legs to leave her unprotected, and vulnerable. When he then picked her up she automatically reached around his neck. He held her this way for a few long moments, kissing her forehead, her nose, her shoulder. Time had stood still for Camille; she just had given herself to this man and to this magic moment. Her mind had screamed, "take me, I am yours, I am ready for you".

Her eyes were wide open, her pupils dilated more than the dimness required, she had completely melted into the moment. It was a long time, so it seemed to Camille, before she was tenderly placed on the bed. Bill looked down at her, feasting his eyes on her nubile body. He shook himself out of his reverie and reminded himself that he had a job ahead, that soon he would have to change her from a little girl into a woman. But first she must be relaxed more and then brought to such a height of arousal that the pain of tearing her maidenhead would not matter much.

Her tits were mere swellings on her chest and her nipples were small. Bill started to torture them with his tongue and was happy to notice that they hardened a bit. They will need much training before they are ready to send showers of ecstasy through her body, he mused. For now they just produced pleasant feelings that contributed to the wetness of the young girl's pussy. His lips found hers again and started kissing her with an intensity, which she returned.

His hand had wandered down over her belly to her pussy and started to stroke her little clit. That area was wide awake, her masturbating fingers had prepared her clit for the last two years. Carmille let out little moans of pleasure as Bill lightly massaged her clit and then let his finger search for her opening. She was quite wet his finger reported, and there were tiny spasms showing her arousal.

Bill gently moved her legs apart and lifted her knees. As he carefully moved into position above her, her arms instinctively reached around him to pull him as close as possible. He placed his prick at the mouth of her pussy and moved in as far as possible. After a few moves she started bucking under him, wanting more of him inside her. It was time. Timing his penetration with her bucking he tore the obstruction, then lay still, letting his dick soak in her warm pussy. She had let out a little shriek when her hymen tore, but she had been too aroused to register more than just a sharp short discomfort

He kissed her and stroked her to give her time to catch her breath, and also to get used to having her pussy stretched and filled for the first time. He finally started fucking her when he noticed her move under him to swallow more of his prick. It was a gentle fuck. After her orgasm both rolled over and he tenderly held her in his arms. After several minutes she remembered what her mother had told her and she rose to clean herself. She then removed the protective towel that had been placed in the center of the bed. It showed very little of the battle. She felt tremendously pleased with herself that she started to clean up despite her body wanting to continue cuddling. Mom was right, she thought, do your job first, then play.

And play she did till Uncle Bill was so exhausted he just fell asleep while they were holding each other in a tight lovers embrace. Now Camille had time to reflect on the afternoon. She was rightfully proud of herself, she believed, that she had acted like the young lady she was, instead of a silly child. Yes, she was proud of herself.

Forty-five minutes later Bill slowly came to the surface. Camille greeted him and welcomed him back with a pixyish smile. Then she directed him to sit on the edge of the bed so she could clean his cock as mom had coached her to do. He thanked her and told her that he was going to devote the rest of the afternoon to teach her how to please a man, where a man's most sensitive areas are and what to do there. He taught her techniques she needed, if she wanted to be a master in the art of giving blow jobs, and much more.

She learned that during sex it was the female who was in charge at all times, even though her man would think otherwise. He stressed that as a female she had to tell her male about herself, where she liked to be pleasured and how, doing this preferably with moans and other noises, sometimes, however, she would have to be direct and speak up. Females are intuitive when it comes to sex, Uncle Bill explained, but very few males are, they have to be told.

From theory they progressed to a joyous time of practicing some of what she had learned.

* * ** * *

Camille snapped out of her reverie with a startling discovery. Her memories had aroused her so much that she had been unaware that her hand had wandered between her legs and that a finger was playing inside her pussy. 'Stop this at once,' said her mind. 'But it feels so good,' answered her body. Camille made a quick decision and told her mind to shut up and let her body continue enjoying itself. Her body said 'thank you,' and let her drift off to sleep after it was finished doing what felt so good.

(Girls need to be taught little, they know instinctively. But boys, that's a different story. They learn only wrong facts about the physical side of sex from their older, bragging friends. The world would be a much happier place if we could give the boys a 'Day of Loving.).