A round of firsts about seeing vulvas.

Once everyone was settled in again with their refilled drinks, Amy cleared her throat. "Ellen, when was the first time you saw a woman's vulva?"

Ellen laughed. "I don't know. Probably my mom's, or in the dressing room at the swimming pool," she said. "I didn't really pay attention, um."

"Um?" Amy asked. "Um, until when?"

"Until high school," Ellen said. "You know. Your body changes and you wonder if you look like everyone else. And so many girls look different, and you can't really get a good look when you're pretending not to. It was easier to go to the pool, I mean, you don't have to hurry, and the women aren't all watching your eyes like in the school locker room."

Ellen's face was pink after this admission.

"Um. So," Ellen continued. "My turn. Amy. When did you first draw from a nude model?"

Amy laughed. "Easy. My first model was myself. I put a mirror on the floor and squatted over it and drew what my pussy looked like after I jilled off."

Scott looked Amy in the eye. "You were your own first nude model? For reals?"

"Sure as shooting, cowboy," Amy said.

"Hardcore," Scott said.

Amy guffawed. "You should get out more." She took a swig at her drink. "And you just used your question. So, my turn. Scott. How about you? When was the first time you saw a woman's vulva? A pussy for reals, not pictures."

Scott gulped. "Um," he said. "Well actually..."