A Kiss is Still a Kiss - Sex Stories

A Kiss is Still a Kiss

... she looked at him, she smiled as though he was an old friend rather than someone she considered a "dork", as Amy apparently did. He managed to put aside his feelings of disappointment and roll on with his scenes, and thankfully he forgot about it all. The play was going pretty well – Finch was a surprise hit as the Friar – while his death scenes with Samantha were really quite moving. So it was something of a surprise when she came up to him at the end and said quietly: "Would you mind doing some extra practice with me some time?" "Extra practice?" he didn't quite get what she meant, mainly because it was so unexpected. "Yeah, I mean... if you want to." She was toying with a strand of hair – was she nervous? How could Samantha Williams be nervous? With the pause growing awkward, she said: "I mean we could run over some of the scenes a little more – so we're more confident. Mr Howard said it would be a good idea to do some practice out of hours." "He did?" "Yeah," she smiled warmly. "He said there wasn't enough time for everyone to get together often enough to really get good enough." Harry saw Amy and Jeb stand up, heading slowly towards the steps up to the stage. There was little time left. And funnily enough, he noticed that Samantha also reacted to them approaching, as though she had similar feelings with her best friend and boyfriend on the way over. "Uh... so how about it?" she said almost under her breath, pressing him to answer before Amy came over. "Uh yeah..." he ...

... said, not believing that she wanted to spend more time with him. His heart was turning in cartwheels, "absolutely." "Great!" she smiled cheerfully – the most beautiful picture ever. She slipped a small piece of paper in his hand and said: "Why don't you come over to my house about eight?" "Sure," he said, his voice drying up from this surprising development. She smiled again, then as Amy and Jeb and Amy's boyfriend Greg came up behind them, she put a finger to her lips to furtively urge him to keep quiet about their extra practices. "You were great!" Amy said, putting an arm around her friend before almost physically forcing her to turn her back on Harry and walk away, leaving him standing there with powerful hope burning sensation in his chest. * The clock seemed to move so slowly towards eight o'clock that evening. After the rehearsal, Harry went home and surprised his parents slightly by refusing supper. Instead, he went to the bathroom and took a long shower, making sure he was as clean as clean could be. He couldn't be certain that Samantha wanted to do anything... intimate... perhaps she did just want to practice the scenes, go over their lines, ensure that the play would be a huge success. But Harry couldn't stop thinking about the possibility that she might want to see how far their wonderful kiss might go unchecked and out of sight of the other play performers – and Amy. He felt it was all so unreal, this seemed so unlikely – a nobody like him thinking, hoping, he would ...