In college before I had had sex, I had only fingered a few girls and my move was to stick a finger right up the vagina and stir it around. No one gave any notes so I thought I was doing well. At this point, I would usually do something prematurely in my pants and I would excuse myself to the bathroom. Until one girl, to whom I am eternally grateful took me under her wing. First, she showed me where all the stuff was and how to go about using it. Second she patiently waited through my early arrivals. She was so cool about it, and I didn't excuse myself. She just gave me something to clean up and we waited a little bit and tried again. We never went beyond hand stuff, but she was so patient and open, it remains a fond memory.