A Kiss is Still a Kiss - Sex Stories

A Kiss is Still a Kiss

... it was, he realised the voice was too high for Finch. "Hey, Dork." It was Amy. "Uh... hi Amy," he said, uncertain of what to do or say. Had she come to gloat? You lose, buster. "You just going to leave?" she asked him, not giving him any easy answers. "Uh... well..." he fumbled. "She's waiting for you, you know," Amy's voice seemed somehow softer, more tender. Like she wasn't angry at him any more. "Uh..." "Aren't you gonna walk her home?" the blonde girl asked, and then for some reason decided she had made him suffer enough. "She told me everything," she explained, and even smiled at him! "I'm sorry," Harry said earnestly, realising it couldn't be easy for Amy to see her lifelong best friend fall for someone from the wrong side of the tracks. "Don't be sorry," she said, "Just don't hurt her – or I'll come after you with an axe." "Right," he nodded, feeling his heart beat quicken and his breathing grow heavier – Samantha wanted to see him! She hadn't been talked out of it! He asked: "Where is she?" "In the dressing room, getting changed," she said casually. "Ah, uh... okay, I'll wait," he said meekly. "No, go in, you loser!" Amy laughed. "God, you're such a dork!" He grinned bashfully at the attractive blonde, and walked past her towards the female dressing room. Damn. Turning, he saw that Amy had gone already. Did Samantha really want him to go into the female dressing room? What if there were other girls in there getting changed? He caught his breath. She wanted him to go ...

... in there: it was like official acknowledgement that they were an item. Harry was allowed to go into the female dressing room while Samantha Williams was still changing. How bizarre. His heart in his throat, he pushed open the door and slipped inside the dressing room. She was sitting in there in only her underwear – fairly simple bra and panties of soft white cotton with what looked like strawberries on them. Kind of girlish, they looked incredibly sexy on her – but then, anything looked sexy on her. granny pants would no doubt look sexy on her. "Hi!" she beamed as he entered the room. "Hi." She stood up, and walked over, placing her arms over Harry's shoulders and pulling him in for a slow, lingering kiss. God, he was a walking erection already. It was so sweet, she was so gorgeous. He hands came down to her beautifully sculpted behind, squeezing her to him as they kissed. "Enjoy the show?" she asked as the kiss came to an end at last. "The show you've just given me, or your scenes on stage?" he asked, making her smile. She kissed him again briefly, and said: "I'll show you more if you come home with me." "Mmm... that would be nice," he said. * On the way back to Samantha's house, the atmosphere between them seemed somehow different. He couldn't really explain it. Samantha seemed somehow less guarded with him, more relaxed, more confident. Had her talk with Amy given her reassurance that this was the right thing to do? Maybe that was it. Maybe it was the fact that they had ...