As a child, I was painfully shy. I barely ever spoke in school and had only a handful of friends. I wanted so badly to break out of my shell, but I didn’t know how I could drastically change my entire personality when everyone already knew me as being quiet and reserved. As luck would have it, the tides were about to turn in my favor. I was thrilled when my family announced we were moving to a different town in the summer before 8th grade. At thirteen years old, I would be given a fresh start in a new school with all new people. I was not about to squander the opportunity to practice a more authentic lifestyle. I made a conscious decision to live unapologetically and create a life that excited me.
I spent that summer going back and forth between my new house and friends’ houses in my old town. One day my good friend and I found ourselves in her parents’ camper along with a boy from school. In the seclusion of that 1992 Jayco he bestowed upon us profound wisdom that would shape our sexuality for years to come. First, he asked us if we wanted to try a three-way kiss. There was no hesitation. We absolutely wanted to try a three-way kiss. Up until this point, it had never occurred to me that you could fit more than two faces together. The kiss was just as fun as it sounded. I already knew that there was no putting this back in the bottle. Things were different now. There was the me that existed before, and the me after. I didn’t think life could possibly get any better. Then he said, “real men always let their girlfriends have girlfriends.” My mind was blown. Clearly, this guy knew what he was talking about. An expert, wise beyond his years. I could feel the universe opening up with infinite possibilities.
Now that I was sexually enlightened, it was my duty to spread the word and share the teachings with others. The mission had begun. Thankfully, group sex isn’t a tough sell. I realized that right away as I spent the rest of the summer playing erotic sex games with a couple kids my age from my new neighborhood. Apparently, as long as someone is bold enough to make the initial suggestion, most people are very interested in participating.
As the school year started, I was fortunate to meet open-minded friends who matched my level of curiosity and zest for uninhibited sexual exploration. Being sexually adventurous was easy because I was in good company. I was openly bisexual from the start of the school year. I was on the receiving end of quite a bit of teasing and harassment, but I was somehow completely unfazed by it. My enthusiasm for the lifestyle, paired with a complete disregard of the opinions of others, inspired many of my classmates to explore their own sexuality, which in turn led to a wild year of hot lesbian orgies. Sexual liberation is contagious. Speaking my mind helped give others the permission and confidence they needed to follow their own truth. I was grateful to be in an environment that allowed such a transformation to occur. More often than not, that specific environment was the finished basement of my good friend, Melissa.
May the universe forgive us for the atrocities that were committed in that basement. And may Melissa’s sweet and loving grandparents, who were upstairs, blissfully unaware of the hoard of teenagers in their basement in various states of undress, never find out what was actually happening at our slumber parties. Not many people can say that they’ve been hosting orgies since age thirteen. Twenty-five years have passed since 8thgrade, but we still look back and speak of that time fondly.
I recognize not everyone accepts that women of that age can have positive sexual experiences, but for us it was very lighthearted and playful. It was more about experimenting and friendship than romantic love. We were young, carefree, and looking to have some fun. It was the perfect time to learn about pleasure in a place where it was safe to explore. I’m glad we had the courage to go all in.
My current self is still reminiscent of the person I was back then. In many ways, I haven’t changed at all. As I’ve matured, my sexual styles and preferences have evolved significantly, but for the most part I figured out what I liked and wanted early on, and I wasn’t afraid to ask for it.
Becoming sexually liberated at an early age set me up for a satisfying sex life that continues to get better as time goes on. I feel no shame at all for the lifestyle choices I have made over the years. The paths I’ve taken have served me well. I look to the future with an open heart and an open mind. I will continue to take chances and put myself out there. May we all be fortunate enough to have continuous opportunities to experience life with the same enthusiasm and confidence as a thirteen-year-old girl trying to host orgies in her friend’s basement.
Rachel Andrea
Rachel is currently in training as a Bodysex Coach.
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