A peck at first. Followed by another. Lips smacking. The third time she parted her mouth and he parted his. He felt her tongue dart into his mouth, an... he followed suit. They were breathing heavily now as they french kissed on her couch, his girlfriend passed out in the other room downstairs. Liz's hand trailed down the front of his body to his crotch, and she caressed the bulge that was there as they kissed. Their kissing was loud, their breathing was laboured as he slid his hand up her body. ”“Good point. Ok, how about learning where somebody buried a treasure? Then we can go dig it up and become celebrities. Rich celebrities.”“I can think of a couple of problems with that. The first one is that it would draw a lot of interest to us, which could have unpleasant side effects. The second one is that there may still be those who want the treasures to remain hidden. I remember reading an excellent book by Jakob Walz about the Lost Dutchman gold mine. He said that they still find. I don’t think any of them suspected that in reality, I was really itching to make it with one of the girl students – the school’s prize student. When Joan arrived, we chatted for a few minutes before sitting down on the couch in my living room. My lighting is very soft and Joan looked absolutely divine. At one point, I felt like wetting my lips with my tongue I was so excited. Slowly, but with great assertiveness, I started to move in on my prey, edging closer and closer to Joan. As she turned. I had to call for help. I picked up the phone and made a collect phone call to my house. Jason would be there. He'd do God knew what to me when I explained the situation to him, but anything was better than being where I was."Becky," I said when the automated voice of the collect-call service asked who was calling. I heard the phone ring. And ring. And ring.No one answered. Jason either wasn't home or he wasn't answering the phone.I began to cry. I felt naked and alone and terrified and even.