A Kiss is Still a Kiss - Sex Stories

A Kiss is Still a Kiss

... miserably. How could he have possibly have known for certain she didn't want to run over the lines? "I... I thought you were with Jeb," he said, surprising himself by bringing up the issue of Samantha's boyfriend. On second thought, he was pleased he had brought it up, it had to be brought up. "Jeb's a big dumb lug," the pretty brunette said. "He's like a gorilla, he treats me like a trophy and I'm sick of it. I only ever went out with him because he was like the Alpha-Male of the group. Amy and Greg is the same, I'll bet." "Oh," he said, every other thing Samantha said seemed to astound him. "That time you kissed me," she said, trailing a soft finger down his cheek, "you showed me that there really can be tenderness between two people. I... I guess I've always gone out with guys like Jeb." "While I've known you," Harry nodded and smiled. "Well, that's gonna change," she said, and planted a peck of a kiss on his lips. "I don't care what anyone says – even Amy." She slipped a cool hand up under his shirt, caressing his chest, and kissed him again. "But Amy hates me," he said, breaking away from Samantha. "Amy doesn't know what's good for her," Samantha said. But Harry still felt slightly awkward. He said: "But you two have been friends forever – if she doesn't approve, she'll be pissed at you." "If she's like that, she shouldn't be my friend," Samantha said simply, and that was apparently that. They lay on her bed and for a long while, just kissed. It was sensational, ...

... exploring each other's mouths, tongues dancing, lips tangling, soft like silk. Harry was a fast learner, it seemed, because though he'd never done this before, he was soon confident. But slightly afraid of what he was allowed or not allowed to do, he did not try to move things further. He was happy enough to be kissing her, this most beautiful of girls, enjoying rolling around with her, running his fingers through her soft hair, caressing her cheek, her neck, nibbling gently on her lips, breathing in her sweet scent. At length, he was conscious that they'd been in the bedroom for quite a while, and he broke apart from her, saying: "What time is it? Are your parents going to object to us being – " "My parents are probably at some restaurant," she said, seeming flushed now, but apparently as happy as he was. "They don't care – I'm old enough to do what I like now. Are your parents expecting you -?" "As long as I'm home by midnight there won't be a problem," he said. "Great," she said with an impish grin, "then we've got plenty of time." For so long, they just kissed, until it seemed that she was purposefully pressing her chest against his – a sign? A signal of consent for him to touch her breasts? He wasn't sure. He didn't know. Then she put her hand on his cock, emitting a sexy little moan as she felt his hardness, and Harry decided that this gave him the right to touch her breasts. She moaned louder as Harry placed his hands tentatively on the soft rise of her breasts, and he figured ...