1. A Kiss is Still a Kiss Ch. 02


    Date: 7/9/2015, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, First Time, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 92.1, Source: sexstories.com

    The whole of the next day, Harry was simply buzzing around school. He felt different, somehow - more confident, as though his big night had given him some new kind of authority or verification of life. He felt energized through class, and even though he found his mind wandering during the quiet moments, back to thoughts of lying with Samantha Williams, he actually found on the whole that his mind was sharper than it had ever been. He suspected it was something to do with the sudden complete absence of silly, niggling insecurities he had always carried along throughout school - concerns about what people thought of him, what girls thought of him, what the future heralded. During morning break, he was given a funny look by Greg, Amy's boyfriend, which made him wonder how much Samantha's former boyfriend Jeb knew about her fooling around with him. Still, right now he had no concerns at all about what anyone else might think of him. The only important thing was what one Samantha Williams thought of him. The only confusing thing was why the target of his affections was no longer in class. "Hello, Earth to Harry!" Biology class. Harry jumped at the sound of Amy Jones' voice right next to him. He turned to find her sitting next to him. What? Mr Olsen was already into his preamble about cells and mitochondria and things like that. Why was Amy sitting next to him? "What are you doing?" he asked her, and looking around saw that Finch was now sitting on the other side of the room, in ...
    the seat Amy normally sat in during this class. Greg, Amy's beau, was sitting behind Finch, and appeared to be blowing little balls of paper into the back of his head through a blowpipe made from a ballpoint pen. Finch looked over at Harry and raised an eyebrow, the same question no doubt on his mind - why had Amy taken his usual seat? "Didn't you hear me?" she whispered now. "No," he replied with a whisper of his own, trying not to let the close proximity of the pretty blonde, or her excessive perfume, give him an erection in the middle of class. "I want to know how you turn Samantha into a pile of goo all the time." Now it was his turn to give Amy the same kind of baffled expression that Finch was sending his way. "What?" Amy sighed, paused a moment as Mr Olsen's eyes flashed in their direction, and then said: "Look, I can accept she has to spend a fair amount of her spare time with you now, but when I do get her to myself for five minutes, she can't stop talking about you." Harry just smiled. What could he say? Life was great. "It's very boring." "What do you want me to do about it?" Mr Olsen was now directing the class to begin setting up their microscopes to look at the slides of cells he was about to pass out. Amy hissed with irritation. She leaned in to whisper to her temporary lab partner, even though they probably could have talked normally now, since everybody was busily getting on with the practical. "I want to know what you do when you're with her," she said. Harry ...
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