"You're certainly acting like one."That stopped me in my tracks, again. Panting, I gripped the strap of my backpack and said through clenched teeth: "... want to be your girlfriend, David. But I'm a boy, so I can't." Instead of walking away, I stood and faced him belligerently. He stared back at me, not stunned, more like angrily resigned."I wish I had let you do it Saturday night. It would be all over then. No more, coulda, woulda, shoulda." He ground his teeth for a moment. "Tomorrow night, in. My fingers grazed the wet warmth of her pussy lips, combing through her bush. Impatiently, she snapped, “Do you need directions?” As I pushed a finger between her bedewed lips, I smiled replying, “Nope! Just getting a feel for the lay of the land!” Smiling at my own joke, I looked down at my handiwork., my finger buried inside her, my palm pressing against the jet black hairs of her bush, her hand inside her blouse pinching her own nipple, and her mouth forming an “O” as her eyes closed in. .."He tapered off. This wasn't going well at all. Thankfully, she sat, listening."I want you to remember some things," he said, trying again. "I think you'd want to remember them too ... I think they'd be important to you ... to us ... but at the same time, I DON'T want you to remember some of the really painful things."She sat, still, stiff. When he didn't go on, she spoke."Can I say something now?" Yes," he said weakly."Do these painful things that I can't remember ... do they involve you?". First we’re just talking, all kinda just lazing around. The occasional stroke of a finger against a leg, foot, arm. I can tell MJ’s a bit nervous.( My beautiful best friend on the verge of being our playmate, I might have been a little nervous myself). I sat behind her and started rubbing her shoulders and neck. Every once in a while I’d let my finger stretch toward the nape of her neck or just at the top of a breast. Each stroke ever so slightly more daring and then I would back off. She.