Fortress Of Pleasure

I laid there for about ten minutes until someone walked in and crawled in. I saw Sam's dirty blonde hair poking in the fort. He said right by me, our shoulders pressing hard into each other. He rolled on his side and looked at me.
"What do you want?" I asked, and he put his arm around me.
"Randy, I know you're caught up on that one night when we... did some stuff, but that's not why you should try to be with me and-"
"It's not that! Sam, I love you. I've loved you since I turned twelve." I cut him off, and he looked surprised.
"Really?" He asked, and I nodded. "Then, I liked it when you kissed me. I was just afraid that... I wouldn't kiss right." He fiddled with his hair like he always did when he got really nervous.
"Hey, it's okay." I said with a smile, and he leaned to me.
"But you're a good kisser." He said, and I moved up to kiss him slowly. He kissed me back and shivers ran down my body, making my hairs stand on end. Wow, this is much better.