The Direction Games

Chapter 5 - Harry Gets Closer

*Samantha's POV*

I pulled away from the kiss and I stared right at Harry. I had no idea what just happened. Harry tried kissing me before, but now he kissed me for real. His lips on my lips felt so good. His pink lips felt so soft and gentle when it touched my lips. How could he be my first kiss? It just feels so right.

"Harry..." I trailed off, and I was lost in thought. I had no idea what to say so Harry leaned in again to kiss me again. The first kiss lasted longer than this one, but it still felt so good the second time. We pulled away and we both looked at each other.

"Harry, I can't believe you did that. You're cheating!" I was starting to freak out, and Harry got annoyed when I said "cheating."

"Don't say that word anymore! That word is banned from being said anymore!" Harry snapped, and his voice sounded edgy and stern.

"I'm sorry. But why did you kiss me so soon?" I asked him, looking into his beautiful green eyes.

"It just felt so right. I'm sorry if you didn't want to."

"No, I was just wondering. You were my first kiss," I told him, and sighed.

"Really?" Harry looked pretty shocked to hear this.

"Yeah. I was just looking for the right guy to kiss me. I suppose I found him," I smiled.

"You seriously didn't kiss anyone else? Then why are you such a good kisser?" Harry asked, laughing.

"Thanks, but I don't know. I did practice kissing my stuffed animals if that counts," I laughed, and I wished I didn't share that information.

"That's adorable. You are adorable," Harry leans in and kisses my cheek. I blush, and then smile.

"No, you're adorable. I sometimes wonder how you can be adorable, perverted, and hot at the same time!" I exclaimed, and asked it like a question.

"Would you want me to be perverted, adorable, and hot at the same time?" He asked me, and I nod.

"Do adorable first. Smile." I told him, and he smiled. That was definitely adorable.

"Hot next?" He asked.

"Sure."

"How about this." He paused, and then flipped his hair. 

"So hot!" I clapped my hands.

"Perverted last. Can I touch you?" He asked, and I looked at him, almost scared at his question. "Can I touch you?" He repeated, like I didn't hear it the first time.

"Where?" I asked, wondering where he would want to touch me.

"Anywhere you're most comfortable with, babe," He says.

"Um, you can decide."

"No, you decide. I wouldn't do anything you're not okay with."

"Hazza, decide. I don't know!" I say, and it came out to be loud.

"Alright," He says, and I watched his hand, move around, like he was not controling it. First I looked down to see that his hand was near my privates. He touched my privates a bit, and it felt ticklish, and then he moved over, up towards my chest, and he touched my breasts. "Is that okay with you?" He asked.

"Yes, it's fine. It actually felt pretty good," I told him, and I saw a smile appear on his face.

"Are you a pervert?" He asked, and I looked at him.

"I can be."

"Really? You seem so cute and innocent."

"Thanks. Well, May can make me a pervert or at times I just think of perverted things."