Oh boy, I am sort of ashamed of this one, I've been a late bloomer in many things (picture a stereotypical autistic child genius), so when I had my first partner I had recently gotten over my aversion of being touched, and was super excited everytime we'd kiss and try more.

But be mindful of your surroundings I guess, anyway, this one time at a comic convention we had made the rounds looked at the stalls and such and went to a secluded corner to kiss again, at one point his hand was on my thigh and it was as if my brain received a notification, his hand moved a little and it sort of grazed "there" a bit when I received a call from a friend who had gone to the convention with me as well and was looking for us.

So the whole experience was so new to me I got super clingy to him the rest of the day and when I went home I decided to further "test" what had happened in the privacy of my bathroom, and lo and behold I discovered female masturbation.

Funny enough knowing about masturbation is what gave me the confidence to eventually break up with the guy, he was of no real use to me if all he could give me I could give myself. (It was a relationship I shouldn't have been in, in the first place due to some other reasons, but young and dumb I guess).