Cherry Picking

During my last visit to my MD, she raised the question concerning what I was going to do about my virginity, since I was now 21 years old, and still hadn’t lost it. During the exam, which had earlier been joined by several medical students, the doctor pointed out that my cherry was quite strong.


“While Katie has a rather tough hymen,” commented Dr Forrest, “that has resisted all attempts so far to tear it, she is still reasonably expandable. How much can you take at the moment, little girl?”

Lowering my eyes, I responded, “Just my index finger, Miss, to full depth, and I have a small pink vibrator that I can squeeze in there without much discomfort.”

Dr Forrest pointed out that the areas of pressure never showed any serious discoloration, so there was little danger of a split developing. She also indicated how the edge of the aperture itself was resistant to injury, noting that this could lead to serious problems later in life, if I wanted to marry.

After the exam, she raised the matter of my virginity, which posed serious difficulty in performing some of the assessments that were part of my review. The dilation test for someone of my age was well below normal because of my intact hymen, and while she appreciated that I wanted to save my virginity for my husband, she urged me to consider my reasoning behind this decision, and also the past and current status of my love life.

Dr Forrest knew from numerous interviews that I was bisexual, and as the discussion had turned to a list of my past encounters, (I was going to say lovers, but no-one actually fitted this category, except one person), the doctor encouraged me to analyse the pros and cons of each one. While many of them had redeeming qualities, they all fell short in several of the important areas, which often was the cause of the relationship breaking down.

Mom and I were talking about it over the weekend, particularly how many boyfriends, and girl friends, I’d had over the years.

My first boyfriend, when I was 12, was James Rodwell from my class at school, and we would hang out with friends in the park down the road, or in the mall at the weekends, but the relationship only went as far as holding hands, or an arm round the shoulder. We hung out together for just over a year, but when we came back after summer break, he really got into studying, and we just drifted apart, seeing less and less of each other.

I was 16 years old when I got my next boyfriend, Gordon Palmer, and he was a real dish, good looking, clever, and very funny. He was on the football team at high school while I was on the swim team, and we’d often pass in the corridor outside the locker rooms when we were both at training. He invited me out with him, to go to the mall with a group of other kids from school, and we were together for a few months. I even invited him back to our house a couple of times, before Mom got home from work, but we went a bit too far one day, and I got into serious trouble over it from Mom.

I’d expected him to stand by me, and explain, but he just ran off and left me, then he broke up with me straight after.

Later that year I was complaining about guys in general, with the rest of the girls on our lunch table in the cafeteria, and when we went back towards classes, one of the girls, Emily Smith, walked with me, saying how much she agreed, and we became good friends. We went to each others houses after school to do our homework together, both our Moms worked till a couple of hours after school turned out, so we were company for each other. We ended up experimenting sexually, comparing our bodies, kissing, and touching, and having masturbation tutorials, which were great fun. Emily had really puffy nipples, which I thought were gorgeous, and she was fascinated with my cherry because she’d broken hers years ago while fingering her pussy. We were together for round about six months, but then we met another group of kids at the mall one Saturday, and both of us were attracted to a couple of the guys. We went around in a foursome most times, even when there might be a dozen kids in the group, we four always stuck together, and eventually Emily started a thing with Martin Price, and I spent more time with Dave Bennet. He was nice in most ways, attentive to what I wanted to do, but he was always pestering me to have sex, even though we had agreed that we’d not go any further than petting for a while. I’d seen how some of the girls at school would go wild with boys, and several of them had reputations, but I had no intention of behaving like that. Dave would ask me to go further every time we were playing with each other, I’d say no, and he’d say OK, then we carried on. In the end he dumped me for one of the cheerleaders, but I found out he had been dating her for about three weeks before he told me.

I was round at his house when he told me, and I was quite upset, but he just shrugged and went out to one of his buddy’s houses, leaving me there with just his sister Marilyn at home. She was really sympathetic with me because she didn’t have a very high opinion of her brother, and didn’t agree with him seeing the cheerleader, and me, at the same time, or the way he told me. She comforted me for a while, then gradually we got kissing each other, which she was really good at, then touching, and eventually we ended up in her bed. She had a great body, and we’d spend hours up in her room, trying on clothes and fixing our makeup, or just sitting around naked, which she loved to do, and so did I, which is probably one of the reasons we got on so well. Marilyn was fantastic at licking pussy which she taught me to do, and we’d do 69 nearly every time we met.

Marilyn went to the same school as me, but not the same classes, and we both got friendly with a girl that had just moved in to her class from out of state, Pamela Hall, inviting her back to my house or Marilyn’s, to make her feel at home. She enjoyed trying on clothes with us, and we did the same when we went over to her house, even having a sleepover a couple of times. When Marilyn found herself a boyfriend, we didn’t see as much of her, but Pamela and I used to hang around a lot, which she thought was absolutely great when she was round at mine, because Mom was so open about sex. Her parents were very straight, and she couldn’t talk to her Mom, other than the basic feminine hygiene stuff she needed to know, and what Pam said was an extremely embarassing chat on birth control where her Mom ended up in a flood of tears. We had a couple of sleepovers, where we had to wear PJ’s at her house, or a robe as well if we had a nightie on, but she loved sleeping over at my house because she could wear what she wanted. She had two gorgeous nighties that an Aunt bought her as presents, which were wonderfully sheer, came halfway up her thighs, and had tiny, cute frilly panties with them. Her Mom thought they were disgusting, and wouldn’t let her wear them outside her locked bedroom, not even with a robe to cover her up, so Pam was over the moon when I told her to bring them over. Not only did she get to wear them, but my Mom kept telling her how much better they made her look, soft and feminine, which Pam thought was wonderful. That night, Pam and I ended up in bed together, though we didn’t get much sleep, or any other night she stayed over after that, we just played most of the night. Pam wasn’t serious about our relationship though, it was just fun for her till she found the right man to marry, which she eventually did, but we saw each other on and off for a couple of years.

When I was 18, and in the graduation year at high school, I was dating Martin Price, who was a really nice guy, very friendly, polite, kind, and really observant of other people’s feelings, by far the best guy I’d ever known. Mom loved him, and he tried his best to make a good impression with her, even bringing her flowers when he picked me up a couple of times. We’d gone as far as petting on our dates, but neither of us wanted to rush into sex till we knew each other better, and we had loads of things to do, and talk about, without needing to jump into bed at every opportunity. We were just past graduation, and doing great together, when his parents moved over to California with his Dad’s employer, and he went with them because he wanted to go to one of the universities over there. We wrote to each other for a couple of months, but then he found a girlfriend over there, so we parted on the best of terms, and just exchange christmas cards now.

When I went to college I got involved with a girl in my General Studies class, Vanessa Butler, who was a profound activist, and wanted to change everything, but she was really friendly with everyone she met, and so funny in conversation. Vanessa was totally gay, and extremely proud of it, so when she found out that I was bisexual, she invited me out on a date, and we were together for a over two months. We eventually parted because she just couldn’t leave things as they were, everything had to be changed to something else. She decorated her apartment three times in about as many months, and when we were together,she wanted to change my wardrobe, my hair, my makeup, and not just a little bit, but drastic changes. The one thing she did like was my smooth pussy, because she’d not had many girlfriends that were hairless, and most of them had refused her suggestions that they shave everything off. Mind you, I refused point blank to shave my head when Vanessa wanted to take me to her stylist, not that I understood what you can make out of a bald head. What really put an end to us though, was a friend of hers who worked at a Body Piercing studio a couple of blocks away from college. I’d agreed to have my navel pierced because it was something I’d always found looked pretty on the women I’d seen who’d had it done, but as usual, Vanessa wanted to go over the top. She wanted me to pierce my nipples, multiple times, both sets of pussy lips, my clitoral hood, and the clit itself, then to have some tattoos done, but I said I wasn’t ready for so much just yet. What I did relent to, was to let her decorate my body with marker pens, as long as they washed off, and her designs didn’t show outside of my normal clothes. She was happy with that for a while, and to be honest, some of them I quite liked, usually the small, neat ones, my favorites being a black cat on my pubic mound, and a pair of joined red cherries right at the top of my slit. My Mom’s favorite was when Vanessa had written “Pussy Slut” across my hairless mound in black script, but she’d got a permanent marker instead of the usualwashable ones, so I had it for nearly a week. I’d kicked up a fuss about that, on principle, but I actually liked it because it was very neat work, and the sentiment actually turned me on. I would never have it done for real though, because it’s too permanent, and in a few years I could get tired of it, or not like it anymore. Vanessa wouldn’t let it lie though, she just went on and on, every time we met, so in the end I finished with her.

During my second year at college I dated about half a dozen guys, some from college, some that I met elsewhere, but while they all presented very well when they were making the effort, it didn’t take to long to get to know them, and discover their failings. Some of these were quite serious, but one of the advantages of studying for a ParaLegal degree is that you learn how to investigate things properly, and you have access to some cool systems.

My best relationship was with Susan Blanchard, who was on the Phys Ed course, and I met down at the college pool. We used to swim together, finish about the same time, then shower and change, so if there was time, we’d go have a coffee afterwards. Sue had really long hair, and she used to ask me to help her wash it, especially to make sure all the shampoo was rinsed out of it afterwards, and since we were both naked, there began to be a lot of sensual touching. We seemed to get on really well together, and thoroughly enjoyed our time together for nearly a year, but then, out of the blue, she said she didn’t want to see me anymore. I saw in the corridor a couple of times, and she’d give a polite hello, but never stop to talk, she never turned up at the pool again while I was there, and she never answered any of my phone messages. I found out from one of the counsellors at college, as we were chatting in the cafeteria, that Sue had met a guy at her church who was a good friend of the family, well his parents were, and they were going to get married the next year. Apparently his Dad was something big in finance in the city, and had loads of money, so the counsellor thought this may be one of the reasons. I was a bit upset that Sue haddn’t explained this to me herself, but that itself showed that she wasn’t concerned about me.

My last girlfriend had been nearly a year ago, Tracy Moran, who I’d met on one of the internships I’d done at college, and we’d been out together about once a week for a couple of months. Most of our conversations were pretty much day to day stuff, girl talk really, and she’s quite a few years older than me, but she’d invited me back to her place on the first date, and we’d had fantastic sex together. We’d dressed up, role played, done a bit of bondage and spanking, taking turns to Domme, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, but at the end of the day Tracy was just after a bit of fun with a younger girl like myself. This lasted for a few months, then she said she wasn’t bothered anymore, and she’d found a new playmate, even younger than me. I wasn’t that bothered really, because we’d never actually got to know each other, it was just sex, so we agreed to move on.

When Mom and I talked over all of these boyfriends and girlfriends, the only relationship I’d had in all this time that meant anything to me, the only person who genuinely cared about me, and my own needs, was my Mom. Not only that, but I felt exactly the same about her. Apart from the fact that we were related, we were the perfect couple, loving, caring, willing to put the others wellbeing and happiness before our own interests. Neither of us had a partner, and we already lived together. Having an incestuous sexual relationship wouldn’t present the usual inbreeding problems, since we were unlikely to have any children between us, and we already had sex with each other, just on an occasional basis. We were both bisexual, with a strong preference for girls, we shared many of the same interests in erotica, and porn, and were both submissive. We discussed this last point at some length because both Mom and Dad had been submissives when they married, and it hadn’t worked out for them. Dad had left after six years, but he’d really struggled during that time, and while Mom had willingly Dommed him when he needed it, he was never comfortable doing the same for her, in fact he seemed to resent her. Finally we came to the decision that Dad had got married because his sister, my Aunt Adele, had told him to, not because he loved Mom. Fond of her yes, but not love. Once he’d lost Aunt Adele’s control, he couldn’t cope on his own, and he knew that Mom wasn’t really a Domme, so he went looking elsewhere, and found his secretary, who he’d happily run off with to the other side of the country, for all we knew. The relationship between Mom and I was much stronger than that, and we were confident that it would survive the test of time. We also knew that if either of us should meet someone else we grew to love, then we would be happy to let the other one go, because we would still have our family bond.

We have looked into the restrictions on lesbian incest, and it appears that New Jersey, where my Grandad lives, does not apply any penalties for incest when both parties are 18 years of age or older.

In all states, close blood-relatives that fall under the incest statutes include father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, niece, nephew, and in some states, first cousins. Many states also apply incest laws to non-blood relations including stepparents, step-siblings, and in-laws

So what happens in Florida ?

Statute 826.04 Incest. ---

Whoever knowingly marries or has sexual intercourse with a person to whom he is related by lineal consanguinity, or a brother, sister, uncle, aunt, nephew, or niece, commits incest, which constitutes a felony of the third degree, punishable as provided in s. 775.082, s. 775.083, or s. 775.084. "Sexual intercourse" is the penetration of the female sex organ by the male sex organ, however slight; emission of semen is not required.

Our conclusion is that since there is no penetration by a male sex organ, lesbian relationships between close family cannot be considered incest.

Virginity is considered important by many people, myself included, because it is a one time only gift that a girl can give to whoever she chooses. Many people think it is only for a husband, and while this may not always be the case, I believe it is important that it is given to someone you love, and deeply care for, not wasted frivolously.

There are different attitudes as to wether someone is a virgin or not, today there is a lot of peer pressure to lose your virginity, and be like the rest of the group, but it’s what matters to me that is the most important thing, not other people’s opinions. If they are true friends they won’t care if I’m a virgin or not, they will respect my decisions, no matter what they are. If I decide to put off sex, then it’s OK, no matter what anyone says, and I’ve had quite a few disparaging comments through high school, and college, but not from anybody I cared about. Being a virgin is one of the things which prove that I’m in charge of my life, and it shows that I am powerful enough to make my own decisions about my mind and body.

After discussing all these issues with Mom, we agreed what we would like to do, but that we should also talk them over with Grandad and Uncle Robert, when we visited them for Thanksgiving this year.



Mom and I agreed that we would ask Dr Forrest to perform a hymenectomy on me, as she had suggested, where my cherry would be given a series of holes to weaken it, like a piece of perforated paper. I would then surrender my virginity to my lovely Mom, and she will be able to achieve a proper penetration with a strap-on dildo that would sucessfully take my cherry. I can't think of anyone I know who deserves it more.

We intend to ring Dr Forrest as soon as we get back from Grandad’s, in order to make the necessary arrangements for it to be done.

(:-)