[Momentary confusion takes a hold of Simon, but he doesn't dwell on it long. He knows he should question it, find out more information and understand the situation. But he's a boy, and he's thinking with his shaft, as usual.
Only, at least to him, it isn't just his shaft but his heart and his mind and all the parts of him that had been quietly and politely longing for Alisha to hold him in the same regard he holds her. It's a funny feeling, for her to be privy to something like this, and for her to turn his world upside down when he didn't think it could get any more muddled up.
When she slides her hands over him, his hands slide to cup her cheeks. He leans in and presses his lips against hers softly, it's gentle and experimental. He's not used to this and he's certainly not a pro, but what he lacks in skill he makes up for with tenderness.]
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Only, at least to him, it isn't just his shaft but his heart and his mind and all the parts of him that had been quietly and politely longing for Alisha to hold him in the same regard he holds her. It's a funny feeling, for her to be privy to something like this, and for her to turn his world upside down when he didn't think it could get any more muddled up.
When she slides her hands over him, his hands slide to cup her cheeks. He leans in and presses his lips against hers softly, it's gentle and experimental. He's not used to this and he's certainly not a pro, but what he lacks in skill he makes up for with tenderness.]