We stayed pressed together forever until the walkie-talkie buzzed again, telling us to keep looking for clues. I realized the ghost actor had long gone.

Coming to my senses, I yanked Zack's hands off and pushed my way out of the closet.

My boyfriend and Amy stumbled out too, clothes all messed up. Amy especially looked like she was ready to melt, all hot and bothered.

What surprised me was Zack didn't seem to care that his girlfriend got felt up. He just kept grinning at me.

Remembering our closet moment, I quickly pulled my boyfriend forward, asking jealously, "So how'd my bestie's ass feel?"

"I couldn't help myself!" he pleaded.

Seeing his goofy face, and knowing I hadn't exactly behaved either, I just huffed, "Men are all dogs, always wanting to get with someone else's girl. Won't rest until they've stuck their thing where it doesn't belong!"

My boyfriend looked devastated. "That's not fair! You've drained me dry - I've got nothing left for other women!"

"So you just went for it when you had the chance?!"

After another hour of playing, then dinner, it was already dark when we got home.

After cleaning up, I went to my room only to hear Amy's soft moans coming from next door - she and Zack had already started.

Meanwhile, my boyfriend was at the headboard, eavesdropping while closely examining my underwear.

The ones with... evidence of what happened in that closet!

Panicking, I snatched them away. "What's so interesting about dirty underwear? Gross!"

"Did Zack feel you up in the closet?" He asked teasingly with a little laugh.

Seeing he wasn't angry, I relaxed and teased back, "So what if he did? Aren't you two close enough to swap girlfriends anyway?"

His breathing got heavy at that. He pushed me down on the bed, his voice turning rough.

"Show me how he touched you. Like this? Tell me everything."

Sometimes for fun, we'd talk dirty during foreplay - it always got us going. Just bedroom talk, nothing to do with being classy or not.

"No way, I'm totally innocent..." I said, swaying my hips to tease him more.

"Yeah right, you're way too turned on. Tell me!" He stripped off my nightgown, pinned my hands above my head with one arm, and spread my legs - treating me like his prisoner, holding me down tight.