The thought of kissing was reallymaking my heart beat fast. I thought it might be some kind of a joke."I'll do it under one condition." What's that?"...We can't tell anyone at school. No one! I don't want to labeled alesbian for the rest of my life just because I kissed a girl once. Ok?" Yeah, we don't tell anyone about it." She stood up and offered me her hand to help me up. I stood up and wefaced eachother. It was very awkward, standing there. I could feelthe flush of my face extending. As we broke our embrace, we laid there and looked at each other, knowing without speaking what was on our minds. It was strange how comfortable she made me feel like this, and any thought of her age, possible consequences, or otherwise important things holding me back the whole night slipped my mind. I kissed her again, a little more tenderly this time, letting her know that this wasn’t just a drunk fantasy of mine, that I really meant it. Just then someone on the couch behind her started. "More," I said. I could feel my heart in my throat. I was keenly aware that anybody might figure out what I was trying to do. And I toyed with the thought of quitting because I could feel the surge of blood through my cock, and then everybody would notice!"Jeez, you're hungry!" She leaned again, I leaned more. I felt myself raise up on my toes, hoping to get a further downward angle down her jammies. It was the right idea. I leaned in far enough to where I saw the upward tilt of the bottom of. I want to be... for you..."I finished rubbing the last vestiges of moisture from my hair and advanced on her. I wasn't hurrying, just closing the small distance between us. She didn't seem nervous; rather she seemed almost curious, taking in every moment of my advance, her eyes all over me."You are." I said, standing inches from her. Any closer, and I'd have to turn my body to avoid giving her a friendly poke."Kiss me..." She asked, taking the final decision away from me, leaning her entire.