Most books on sex present female genitals as though they were a static entity that is easy to comprehend. They give you a few carefully illustrated diagrams and proceed to speak of women's genitals as one would a carburetor. This is a big mistake.
Since you can't hardly see them, women's genitals are more of a mystery than men's. And although men's and women's genitals are made from many of the same cells, if a man approaches a woman's genitals in the same way he does his own, he and his partner might be missing out on a lot of fun.
This chapter approaches women's genitals differently than most books on sex. It begins with a boy's quest to discover what's between a woman's legs.
What follows is an experience that the author of this book had with women's genitals when he was 11-years-old and very, very curious.
He had been in the city visiting relatives and it was time to return home. He was at the bus depot early. The northbound bus didn't leave until noon, so he had time to kill. He also needed to use the rest room.
The men's bathroom in the Greyhound depot was a far cry from the one-seater he had grown up with. It was massive, not too nice on the nose, and it had three vending machines that called to him like giant aluminum Sirens.
One of the machines had men's colognes in it; you could spritz yourself with Old Spice or Brut for a dime. Next to that was a machine with a product that was totally baffling. And next to the mystery machine was one that said "Instant Pussy—2 Quarters."
To put this into proper perspective, back then candy bars weren't much more than a nickel, and two quarters amounted to a near fortune. But then again, the front of the machine promised a facsimile so exact that you couldn't tell the instant pussy from the real thing.
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