Amanda looked up, wondering if she could pick up the note, or if the person on the end of the line would hang up first. The phone rang again. Amanda s...ghed, straightened up. She’d go and answer the telephone first, then come back and read the note at leisure. If the phone call was from those damned telemarketers again, though, she’d spend a few moments roundly cursing the voice on the other end of the line first. THEN she’d read that note. By the time she got to the phone, it was on its sixth. He draws me to him tightly, his arms enveloping me in a way that we both lose track of whose body parts belong to whom.I gently nudge him back, and we both collapse onto the bed, entangled in an impossible knot of desire. I run my fingers through his salt and pepper hair as his lips find my throat.Our moans echo off the walls, forming some primal chorus of lust. As his body begins to relax, I press my hands into his sculpted chest, and I lift myself up. I straddle his throbbing shaft and lower. ’ -Why does this laughter hurt?- Lauren wondered, but laughed uneasily anyway. She did register Julia’s confidence in her sexual outing. It was a forefront thought. ‘Okay give me a hug, I have a meeting to get to.’ And in that hug, Ms. Lasting hung onto Lauren just long enough to make Lauren wonder. Her head was carefully crooked into Lauren’s broad shoulders. Lauren locked her eyes forward and blinked wishing she knew what to do. A whisper came as Ms. Lasting pulled away. ‘Do you drink?’ ‘Of. She had certainly piqued my interest."Mr. Roberts, there has to be something I can do to better my grade. I really want to be valedictorian . . . Something?" As she spoke, she reached out and placed her hand on my chest, trailing down to my belt.I was no fool. Nor, was I a pushover. It was going to take more than a little flirting for me to cave. Plus, I walked the halls. I'd heard plenty about Stephanie Robinson. If she was half the slut the other girls made her out to be, this could be a.