Careful not to get too close, I leaned forward so that I could see the area between her smooth thighs. Her pubic hair thinned quickly past about the midpoint of her mons; the lower third of her mound was completely bare. With her spread open that way, I could see her inner lips, which were small and thin — between them, I could faintly see the entrance to her vagina. To my surprise, the area between her labia looked like it was somewhat shiny — as though some of her young woman's oils had escaped her. I caught only the faintest whiff of her unique female scent, but it was enough to make my mouth water with how light and fresh it was.

I didn't spend as much time looking at her as I would have liked for the simple reason that I was ostensibly simply making sure she was suitably developed; when I'd sat up again, she demurely brought her legs back together, then just sat there, still naked. I looked into her eyes and told her

"You've got everything you're supposed to have, and I don't see that you're missing anything. For your age, I think you're about as developed as you should be. Maybe it doesn't seem like much, now, but I don't doubt that everything will be okay as you get older. You're very pretty now, and I know you're going to be beautiful when you're grown up. Okay?"

I could tell that my words gave her the comfort and reassurance she needed and wanted. We sat there in silence for a few seconds as I watched her deep in thought. When she turned her attention to me again, she wanted to know "Is that orgasm thing really as nice as it sounds like?

That it's even better than the best I've ever felt when I touched myself?"