I sighed inwardly. Girls!“In any event,” she continued, then took a deep breath. “Given that ... first, do you think you would be able to make l...ve with me? Not fuck or screw, but make love.”That was dangerous territory, but I knew what she meant. Not like the therapeutic screw, but something deeper, more loving. And I was pretty sure she didn’t mean it like Jennifer or Joyce, nor would she take it the wrong way like Becky would.“Please think carefully about what you are asking,” I said. That brings me to Louise and Natalie. I've known them for years, and yes, they were truly my friends. Yesterday morning, Natalie came to me before work started with tears in her eyes. She looked like she had cried all night. She was totally distraught with her face a crimson blush. She started babbling trying to tell me of her distress, but I couldn't understand her. I got her to slow down and start over, telling me what the problem was."It's Jason," she began. "He was playing poker at a. ." I turn as she says this, and Maria is looking at me. I recall her look as being sincere but perhaps there was some longing in her eyes too. I sat next to her, in silence and Maria leant her head on my shoulder. We could hear faintly the sound of the film put on for the younger ones downstairs. She placed one hand gently on my right leg, my heart began to beat faster. Her hand wandered slowly closer to my crotch, teasing me, her fingers caressed my belt buckle, gently undoing it. I could feel. At this point in time I was extremely eager to learn about anatomy of males (I knew what I had in my pants had had masturbated a lot at this point in time but had not yet ejaculated)As we were lying around chatting I asked John whether he masturbated a lot and whether he enjoyed doing so? He asked me if I was not too young to be talking about these things? I told him that my mom had bought me the "Birds and Bees" book book a year ago already and that I knew about these things. I also told him.