A Kiss is Still a Kiss - Sex Stories

A Kiss is Still a Kiss

... still in that fragile, unstable time before it settled down into a permanent fixture. He went down to the beach with his board, but a few waves and he just wanted to sit on the beach, thinking. Worrying. He went with Finch to see a movie, and could not follow the plot. Monday came, thank goodness, but she wasn't in class. What was going on? Harry went to the dress rehearsals feeling beside himself with worry. It was not a full dress rehearsal, they were doing a few scenes this evening, a few the next evening and a few the next. Then the full dress rehearsal would be the night after, before the actual performances started up. Harry wasn't in the scenes on that Monday, which was good, since he was pretty sure he would have been awful. So he sat in the audience with the other cast members not needed that night, watching. He saw Amy sitting on her own over the other side of the hall – that had to mean Samantha was here tonight, she'd be on stage. Of course she would be - they were doing her scenes tonight. The scenes were going well – and then there she was, perfection personified. She was wearing a fairly plain white dress, which seemed slightly transparent in that old-fashioned kind of way. Like some kind of fancy night-dress. Samantha made it look good, though, and with all those bright lights on her she looked like an angel. But with the auditorium bathed in darkness and the bright stage lights on her, there was no way she was going to see him in the audience. What could he ...

... do? To go up to her at the end would be pretty obvious, and if Amy saw it could cause trouble. So the sickening feeling inside him continued: he felt helpless. Tomorrow, he would be involved in the scenes, but she wouldn't. It wasn't until the Wednesday night that she would be up on stage with him. What if it was too late by then? What if she was testing him, if she was testing him over the weekend, to see if he would call her? And he'd failed... He was so deep in thought, he hardly noticed when the rehearsal came to a close and the lights went up. He was sitting there, like a lemon. Realising the lights had gone up, he looked across to see that the stage was empty and Amy had gone from where she was sitting. He just sat there for a few moments, feeling dreadful again. His heart had lifted seeing her on stage like that, but now Amy had probably taken her away from him again, never to be seen again. Perhaps it had been a mistake to allow himself to be led into the whole thing like that – but how could you turn down Samantha Williams? No guy in any high school in America would turn down a girl like Samantha Williams. It was getting late. He pulled himself up to his feet and began to wander out along the row of seats towards the exit. Might as well go home, put his feet up, withdraw and face the fact that fate had played a cruel trick on him. "Hey!" The voice behind him startled him. Damn it, Finch always got cheap thrills from creeping up on people. But turning around to see who ...