Should I move? Should I go? Had I messed up?“Charlie, can you put the kettle on?” Tiff’s eyes were narrow and she looked tense.“It’s your tu...rn!”I was half expecting Tiff to respond with a giggly ‘Is not!’. Instead she turned to me and forced a smile and asked in a sweet, high-pitched, innocent voice, “Would you like a cuppa, Sam?”My throat was dry. What was going on? Why were the two girls suddenly at each other’s throats? I shrugged.“I’ll get you one!” Tiff said brightly.“No, I’ve got it!”. "Mmmmh, I like your idea of a proper kiss. How about another one?" she asked as she came back into my arms and we did the same again, with lots of tongue involved and lots of breast fondling.But I knew that I had drunk way too much for this to go any further, so soon we were laying side by side, her bottom pressed against my groin as I fondled her breast and fell asleep.It had been a long, but wonderful day.When we woke up, quite late, we made up for falling asleep without consummating our. Makaela got home at two and whispered in her mom's room that she was home. Her mother happily acknowledged her then fell right back to sleep. Makaela went to her room and showered. She saw the letter on her bed and tore it open, inside were the scores of her exams. She felt her stomach turn in fright, she had completely failed. Failing this exam meant failing the course. Makaela felt her body shaking “Oh god, no,” she whispered. She wanted to beg the professor, Miss Lena, for extra credit but. " Sasha stared at you, her blank and confused expression made you want to cry and run as far as your legs could carry you. But you had said what you wanted to say. There was no going back. The woman's silence lasted what felt like an eternity, and every breath you took was just a reminder of your ridiculous request. She was obviously going to throw you out. No! She was going to throw you off the cliff and watch you fall and scream. Getting up from her seat, Sasha walked around the desk towards.