A Kiss is Still a Kiss - Sex Stories

A Kiss is Still a Kiss

... particularly fond of me before... well... anyway, here we are – this is my room!" Samantha's bedroom – he was standing in Samantha Williams' bedroom. What kind of a miracle of fate was that? If he'd told Finch that one day he'd be standing in Samantha Williams' bedroom, Finchy would have laughed his socks off and urged him to go see a shrink. But here he was. It was an immense bedroom – Harry was pretty sure that you could have put an entire floor of his house in her bedroom. Spacious, light, breezy, it had no clothes lying about like in the normal teenager's bedroom and everything was spotless. No doubt they had a maid or something. "You like it?" she asked. "Uh... yeah..." "It's got a gorgeous view, too. We only moved in a few months ago." She closed the bedroom door, shutting them into the great luxurious bedroom. "Now," she said, a flicker of fire in her eyes, "let's get down to business, shall we?" Harry pulled out his copy of Romeo & Juliet from his back pocket, and said: "Where do you want to go from?" He looked up to find her right there, standing just inches away from him. "I want to go from where you kiss me," she said, and leaned towards him, her soft lips touching gently against his before opening up into a sweet, wet kiss. It was amazing, the sweetest experience ever, she kissed him and brought her hands up to support his head as she did so, while he found his hands moving to her back, pulling her towards him, kissing her back – so tenderly, so sweetly. It went ...

... on for an age and a while, and periodically he would open his eyes as if to check he wasn't dreaming. She was so beautiful, lips locked to his, tight little body pressed to his, her exquisite scent filling his lungs. Harry was trembling when they finally broke apart, but Samantha was beaming broadly, an ecstatic smile on her pretty features. "You are so amazing," she said breathlessly. "I didn't know it was possible to kiss someone like that." Harry was speechless. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah," he said, worried he would freak her out or something. "I've just never known anyone as beautiful as you." She blushed slightly, and kissed him briefly again. "You're the sweetest thing, you know that?" she said, then she said: "You think we should practice that scene where Romeo and Juliet are on the bed together?" "Wh-what scene was that?" he asked. "Oh, I think it was in the deleted scenes," she joked, "Shakespeare had to cut it because the studio kept bitching about running time." She smiled, lust in her eyes, and pulled him over to her bed. Damn, she was gorgeous. Harry felt the tightness inside his pants – he hoped she wouldn't notice just how strong her effect was on him. Lying there next to him, she pulled the copy of Romeo & Juliet from his hands and tossed it over to the bedside table. "You're so sweet, bringing the script," she said. "I mean, wasn't it obvious I didn't want to practice my lines with you?" "Well, I guess..." he said, trying to appear confident but failing ...