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I guess I was 9? I discovered it when I was in the bathtub one day and water from the faucet ran over my clitoris. I started rubbing there and that was it. I really didn't understand what I was doing, though, until I was a couple of years older.
I felt guilty about it once I learned what it was that I was doing. My parents were quite fundamentalist in every sense of the word. I'm so glad I got over their fundie hangups.
I didn't discuss it with my friends for the most part, although I do remember a few sleepover experiments.
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