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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

frowned. "I don't know if she'd want me to tell you. It's private." "She tells me everything." Amy took a slide from Mr Olsen as he passed by, and now started setting it in place in the microscope. "Everything?" Her lips curled up in a dark grin. "I know you made her come like a freight train last night." "What?!" Harry nearly choked. "Oh don't worry, I won't tell anyone else," Amy said, though with the tone that suggested she now had a secret over him, which she could use to her advantage. "Not even to Jeb, who wants to beat you to a pulp, by the way." "Jeb? Why me? I never forced her to - " "Oh, you'll be okay. I doubt he'll do anything, it'll just look like ridiculous sour grapes if he does." Amy peered into the microscope, and Harry said: "So if you know so much about me and Samantha, what do you want me to tell you?" Amy huffed, as though he was being an idiot for not being able to read her mind. She said: "I know what you do with Samantha, I just want to know how you do it." "How?" "God," she rolled her eyelids. "Come on, you give her an orgasm practically by touching her. I can spend a whole weekend with Greg, and he can't even raise my pulse." Harry shrugged. "You said I'm a dork," he said. "So what, you're not going to tell me because I hurt your feelings?" "No. What I mean is, I've never been with a girl until I kissed Samantha on that stage." "And?" "Well, people like me - dorks like me - tend to use the Internet as a substitution. You know, since girls don't ... bother with us." "Eww. That's just gross." "No," he said. "What I mean is, since we can't do it for real, we tend to read about it a lot instead. Sex, I mean." He saw a glimmer of light spark inside Amy's big green eyes. She said: "So... what you're saying is, because girls aren't interested in you, you dorks are all experts on how to please girls?" Harry chuckled, and took over the microscope to peer down into the eyepiece at the boring little building-block-of-life. "I'm not saying we're experts," he said, "but I should imagine we're more knowledgeable than those Neanderthals you girls all seem to be drawn toward." As he attempted to identify the various aspects of the cell Mr Olsen had flagged up on the whiteboard, he felt Amy jab him in the side with her elbow. "Okay, Mister," she said. "So tell me how well you're in with the rest of the dorks around here." "The rest of the dorks?" "Well, you must know if there's some other guy that might be... you know... like you..." Harry tore himself from the microscope and stared at Amy, his mouth open in surprise. "Wait, wait..." he said. "Let me get this straight. You, Amy Jones, want me, Harry Albright, to set you up with a dork?" "You don't have to act all weird about it," the blonde scowled. Harry shook his head. "And you suppose I just happen to have some kind of secret army of dorks I can just call upon at any moment..." "No, but you might know a few that are in the same pervert league as you are." "I'm a pervert, and yet you want ...