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The first time you had an orgasm story is probably far better than the first time you had sex story. And TBH, they hardly ever overlap. In fact, it's quite possible your first orgasm wasn't with another person at all, but from masturbation .
But however it came about, it was glorious, terrifying, and overall — well — orgasmic. The truth is, nothing really compares to that first time. I'll admit that I started the process a little early. In fact, the first time I started giving myself orgasms, I'm pretty sure I wasn't much past first grade. I had no idea what was happening, or what an orgasm even was — but I knew I liked what was happening. And before I knew it, my mom wanted to know why I was locking my door so much.
You can't help it! Women are sexual beings, and when something feels good, we want it to happen again. And again. And again. Everyone has a story of the first time they reached this heavenly feeling , and it's time to let them out. Check out these tales from women here to regale you with their first orgasm stories.
Spoiler alert: they haven't stopped having them since.
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"The second the orgasm came, I was terrified I had done something really wrong and my parents would know."
People of all ages, genders, and sexualities came through with their bumbling, awkward, and hilarious first times. Here are just some of their responses:
I was a young and eager learner. I had a major back surgery when I was 12 that left me bedridden for almost a month, so I was staying with my grandmother who was very much a part of the local church. Her bible study felt bad for me having to be stuck in bed, so they all chipped in and bought me a mini laptop. Long story short, within a day I was feeling myself to porn I had found. I discovered the clitoris and never looked back. Thanks church ladies!
My first? I was like 12, it was late. I scratched my balls, worked my way up, and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! I was a man.
I was having some relatively steamy thoughts as a late tween laying in bed and I thought, “It feels weird down there. I wonder what would happen if I touched it." So I did, and I exploded immediately. I honestly had no idea what happened the first time — it actually kind of freaked me out. After I familiarized myself with my body and my orgasms however, it was heaven from then on.
My first orgasm was actually during a basketball practice four years ago. At the beginning of the practice we had to run around the court for about fifteen minutes. I started to feel a hot, tingly sensation between my legs, so I started to run faster because it felt so good and I didn't want it to stop. I kept running until it "exploded." I really wanted to moan, but of course I had to be quiet so that my team mates wouldn't realize what had happened. Ever since then I have orgasms while doing exercise, but I have to say those are less intense than the ones I have from intercourse.
I was probably about 10 years old and was laying down napping in the back of an RV. The vibration of my thighs from the movement of the vehicle started to feel really nice and I remember moving my body along with it until suddenly I orgasmed. Of course, I had no idea what had happened, but let's just say I was a fan of car-ride napping from then on.
I was 7 and I was climbing up a really tall pole and it was rubbing against my clitoris, so when I was getting to the top I had a clitoral orgasm. I was shaking so hard and I almost peed myself. I've never had one like that. RIP.
I think I was about 11 or 12, and I had just discovered porn when no one was at home. I had no idea what I was doing, but I sat in front of the TV and rubbed one out. The second the orgasm came, I was terrified something wrong happened and immediately stopped. I thought I had done something really wrong and my parents would know. I still masturbated after that though.
Wrestling with a friend and well... There was inadvertent rubbing that ended in a surprise. Had no idea what cum was until then. I was losing, too. Guess I've always been quite a sub.
When I was a kid, I had a lot of friends who were very sexual to say the least. One day, one of my friends dared me to hump one of my big stuffed animals. I didn't do it, but when she left I got curious. I took off my pants and underwear and started humping my biggest stuffed animals. I kept doing it until I felt this weird, but amazing sensation. Right after, I got this sense that I was doing something wrong. But it felt so right.
I was reading sexy fanfiction as a young teenager and liked the feeling it gave me. Eventually, after some research, I began to touch myself while reading a favorite piece. The romance/sexiness of the situation in the story really did it for me. Super embarrassing to think about now.
I was 9, maybe 10. I found a vibrating back massager in my house (basically a Hitachi wand, but not meant to be a sex toy) and decided, “Hey, why not try putting it down here?” I had no idea what an orgasm was, but I definitely had one. I remember thinking it was the coolest thing ever, like I had discovered something new and amazing. I hid that sucker in my toy box (not a euphemism) and had it all the way through college before it finally stopped working.
I would always put a little washcloth between my legs kind of balled up, then I would cross my left leg over my right leg, and the pressure from that on my clit gave me an orgasm. I liked the sensation, but I was pretty young so I didn't know what I was experiencing. I just knew I liked it and I would do it when my parents weren’t home.
I was 14 years old and I had read so much on Cosmo about masturbation, and I knew I just had to try it. I tried with just fingers, but I wasn't quite doing it in the right place so I decided to try the shower head method. When no one was home, I got into the shower and turned on the removable shower head. I put one foot up on the ledge and turned the stream to the highest and most direct setting. I just sort of pointed it down there and moved it around until it felt good. It tickled and I kept holding it there until I felt a super euphoric and relieving feeling. I was so astonished. I felt bad about it for the rest of the day but started doing it regularly (and now can finally do it with fingers) because honestly, what's so bad about it?!
Jacking off in the shower. Didn't know what I was doing at the time. Freaked out when I finally came. Thought I'd discovered something previously unknown about the human body until a google search basically had the sex talk with me my parents had been neglecting.
Late one night at 14, I had been reading a lot of feminist literature about masturbating, and decided to finally give it a try as I was half asleep. Through my thick, fleece pajama pants and underwear, I rubbed myself until I O'd, and it felt so intense I couldn't wait to do it again. I still felt gross and nervous about actually touching myself without underwear, so I got off that way for forever, and now that's the way I still orgasm, although I love touching myself totally naked.
—18/Woman/Possibly bi and most likely not straight
When I was 12 I stole my brother's electric toothbrush as a revenge for being mean to me and I really wanted to make him mad so I put it in my pants and turned it on. Let me tell you, I didn't know at the time what I was feeling, but it definitely was memorable. I was addicted after that and he never found his toothbrush again.
I first orgasmed on my own with a vibrator when I was 20. I hadn't known women were even capable of orgasm until I got to college and no one I'd encountered in my limited dating experience had ever given a thought to my own pleasure, so I had just assumed women weren't really supposed to get anything out of sexual encounters pleasure-wise. My college roommate helped me pick out my first vibrator and gave me a brief rundown on what to do.
I was 13 and home alone. I had spent the whole day on an online chatroom secretly, until some girl started messaging me how she wanted to devour me. I didn't really know what exactly masturbation was, but somehow my hand ended up in my pants and I was just rubbing my entire hand all over the place. Eventually I came and I shit you not — my entire body bounced up and down and shook for half an hour after. I masturbated every single afternoon for the next month.
Honestly, I had to learn about my clit (and, by extension, how to orgasm) from porn. I was hiding out in my room after school watching (would you believe) some shitty VHS tape with bad acting and worse hair, and I could not for the LIFE of me figure out why this chick was rubbing the other chick that way. Still, they both seemed to know something that I didn't, so I gave it a shot. Suddenly, I was seeing stars. It was such a fantastic discovery that I wound up masturbating my way through the next four years.
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I had my first orgasm when I was ten years old . Lying stomach down on a single bed in my small, yellow bedroom, I was playing with my cuddly animals— I liked to make them speak to each other, fight each other, kiss each other. Shifting around, I felt something I wasn’t quite sure I had ever felt before. Something… good .
Interest peaked, I kept moving myself – and moving, and moving – until… it happened. I didn’t know the word for it, I didn’t know I had been looking for it, but I knew that it had something to do with sex, and I knew I wanted it to happen again .
I can’t say for certain how often I did it in those days, but it felt like it was all the time . I loved this new feeling but I also felt a sense of shame and fear. I feared that somebody would find out, or that they would somehow just know . Above all I feared how they would look at me; like something strange, dirty, wrong .
It was around this time that I started seeing discharge in my underwear, a precursor to the arrival of my period. I wondered if this substance had something to do with what I was doing with myself; I even recall worrying that I could be pregnant. I knew enough to know that didn’t really make sense, but I was paranoid and confused .
Soon, in anticipation of my bodily changes , my parents gave me a book about girls and puberty. I searched through the book and I was relieved to find a simple explanation for the fluid in my pants. “ Great ”, I thought to myself, “ this book really is helpful ”.
I leafed through to find the part about my other new experience, this distinctly sexual sensation I was so frequently enjoying. I scanned that book cover to cover and came up dry – so to speak. There was not a single mention of the words masturbation, orgasm, pleasure … nothing which could have provided an answer to my most pressing questions.
I was an avid reader as a child, and it wasn’t long before I read Judy Blume’s two puberty themed books: Then Again Maybe I Won’t (about a boy), and Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret (about a girl). Given that both books were written in the 70s , they perhaps couldn’t be expected to be as open on certain subjects as a pre-teen in the early naughties might have liked.
But with wet dreams and erections abounding (again, so to speak ) in Then Again , my youthful thirst for knowledge was more than satisfied. By contrast, there was a total dearth of sexuality in Are You There God? Periods – yes, bras – sure, crushes – of course.
But the kind of acknowledgement of actual physical, sexual feelings, so openly expressed in the male version, was entirely absent. This was a running theme in so much of the media and literature I consumed growing up, and I’m not sure how much this has changed.
I recall watching an episode of ABC Family’s 8 Simple Rules where the younger brother is constantly locked in the bathroom, and the obvious implication is that he’s masturbating. It struck me how common and even family friendly this kind of moment was in TV and film, while the idea of a girl doing anything more than kiss a photograph of their (male) crush’s face was unheard of .
If the media wasn’t particularly helpful, the education system didn’t do much to clear things up either. From primary school puberty lessons to high school sex ed (which, let’s be honest, mostly consisted of being told the symptoms of various STIs and how to put on a condom), I still never heard the dreaded “O” word .
While most of these classes were gender segregated , we were all taught the gist of the “changes” experienced by boys (I seem to remember watching a pretty ridiculous cartoon video of a boy getting an erection), and of course we covered how babies are made (the stork brings them, right?).
By definition, this acknowledged the existence of boys’ sexuality, as a feeling and an action . Girls’ (and women’s) sexuality, on the other hand, always seemed to be presented as passive. Sex was something women consented to , not something they asked for, longed for, or fantasised about.
All of this did a pretty good job of leaving me wondering whether it really was wrong for a girl to be so- well- horny . The fact that I realised in my early teens that I was probably a lot more interested in other girls than boys didn’t help matters. Is it because I’m gay and I’m somehow more like a boy that I feel like this?
There were times when, out of guilt, I would bargain with myself to try to cut down or stop masturbating for periods of time. In a strange, don’t-step-on-the-cracks mindset, I would even tell myself that various, entirely unrelated, wishes would come true if I could wait two weeks before giving myself another orgasm.
Even while other girls my age were having sex with boys in some form, I genuinely felt that what I was doing was embarrassing. Most of my friends as a teenager were straight girls, and masturbation and orgasms were never subjects which were brought up or which I felt able to broach myself.
It wasn’t till I met my first real girlfriend at 17 that I felt able to discuss the subject openly, and from there began my realisation that my experience wasn’t at all unusual. Ten years on and I know this, and yet writing all of this publicly still feels uncomfortable – which is exactly why I am doing it.
Sexual feelings are not something anyone should need to feel ashamed of, and this is something which all young people should know when they start having those feelings, regardless of gender. As it stands there is a major gender disparity in this area- the implications of which are deserving of another blog or several- and that’s unlikely to change unless we keep talking and refuse to shut up about it.
I, for one, am tired of a world where it’s entirely common for women and ever younger girls to be represented as sexual objects for men’s enjoyment, while their internal experience of sexual desire and pleasure is effectively written out of existence .
So, I’m here to tell you that I am a woman and I knew how to masturbate before I knew how to do a quadratic equation and I continue to find it an infinitely more enjoyable activity.
Caitlin Logan is our Volunteer Blog Editor. She studied English and Politics at university, followed by a Masters in Equality and Human Rights. Fast forward a few short years later, and she has recently embarked on a new adventure in her dream job as a journalist. She loves writing, reading, Netflix binges, and roller skating- because she has to do something that sounds like a real hobby, and walking is boring anyway.
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