”“I don’t mean morally or ethically right, Allison. I’m asking if it’s right for us. Are we just going to screw and then go our separate way...s? I don’t want that.”“Shit! We’re really going to have this conversation now, aren’t we! Damn it!” Allison twisted out from under me and turned away. I saw her shoulders heave. “We’re going to talk about feelings and love and the future and when I say ‘no, it doesn’t feel right,’ we’re not going to do it, are we?”She shook and sobbed, lying facing away. Suddenly I felt him take my hand and wrap it around something hard. He had taken his dick out of his pants and had wrapped my hand around it. He wanted me to jerk on it and make him cum, but I wouldn't do it. He got all pissed off and brought me home. I guess I was kind of horny that night. When I got in bed, I played with myself until I got off."She then looked at me and asked, "Don't you masturbate?"I felt my face get bright red as I answered, "Sure I do. Usually at least twice a day."Then I. Carla scooted closer to look over my shoulder, and I felt the bare skin of her leg on my arm. It was then I noticed Carla had changed, wearing an overlarge shirt, and nothing else. Even though I couldn't see, I knew somehow that she wasnt wearing any panties. The thought made my legs quiver."Um, these are pretty good," I told her, not really knowing what else to say at the moment. "Any of these girls you know?" No comment," Carla said with a grin, and moved even closer. I could practically feel. There seemed to be nothing we couldn’t talk about easily, disagree about amicably, or find humor in: books, politics, music- anything and everything. I’d never laughed so much with anybody before. And, I happily noted, for someone who had to be home soon, Sarah was certainly taking her time, not hurrying our leisurely pace. As we strolled through a park on our way, an unusual thing happened, something that I’d never shared with anyone before- a comfortable silence. The three of us simply.