A Kiss is Still a Kiss - Sex Stories

A Kiss is Still a Kiss

... not Samantha. Like jumping into a pool of ice cold water, he decided the best way to approach it was dive straight in, get the shock over quickly and move on. He leaned into her, imagining they were in love, he looked into her beautiful brown eyes and his lips touched against hers briefly. Her skin so soft, so sweet, he could smell her delicate perfume, even if it was only for a moment. Then they continued with the next line. "Wait, wait, wait!" Mr Howard broke in. "What was that? You two ever kissed anybody before, or what? Come on, you're not supposed to be brother and sister, guys! Make me believe you're in love. This is all about believability. If the audience don't believe you're in love, they're not gonna care a dime when it comes to the tragedy at the end of the show." They went back a page again, and this time when the kiss approached, Harry tried to forget he was Harry and she was Samantha. He tried to imagine he was some stud like Jeb, and Samantha was his girlfriend. He leaned into her and really kissed her, tenderly, gently, tasting her lips and breathing in her sweet scent. And she kissed back, closing her eyes and moaning softly as he ran his fingers through her silky hair. It seemed to go on forever, the most amazing kiss he'd ever had, stirring the warmth of arousal throughout his body. Her hand slipped around to the back of his head, pressing him to her, keeping the kiss going beyond what seemed necessary. "Now that's what I'm talking about," Mr Howard said ...

... as they broke apart at last. "On with the show!" Harry noticed that there were no sniggers now, the other kids in the hall were silent. Looking into Samantha's beautiful eyes now, he saw a look of what could only be surprise, shock even. She seemed to be slightly flushed after the kiss, and she was looking completely astounded at him standing there in front of her. After a brief moment, she blushed and then quickly went on with her next line, putting the kiss behind her. At the end of the rehearsal when Mr Howard called time, Samantha hurried from the stage, leaving Harry to stand there scratching his head. And just before she hugged her friend and led her out of the hall, Amy Jones flashed a strange glare at Harry, as though warning him away from her friend. "What was it like, what was it like?" Finch demanded, as Harry stood watching Samantha and Amy walking away. "Incredible," he replied, his voice seeming far away. "Damn, you two were really going at it – I can't believe she let you do that!" "No," Harry said. "I can't believe it, either." * The next day, Amy came up to him just before rehearsal got going, and she did not look happy. "I don't know what you've done to dupe her into liking you," she said with pure venom in her voice, "but you'd better un-do it fast, jerk, or you'll be sorry." "Wh-what?" he stood there a little dazed, not quite knowing what she meant. "Sam. If you don't back off, I'll tell Jeb, and he'll beat you into a pulp." But Harry wasn't concerned about ...