Jasmine agrees

Refusing to kiss Sammy wasn't going to undo what happened in the last room and in any other situation he would not have hesitated. James had precious few opportunities to kiss cute girls, or any girls really. He had always been intimidated by them. He had internalized stories of women being hit on and made uncomfortable by creeps and was terrified of ever being a creep. His resulting strategy of never expressing any interest was not particularly fruitful.

James, or Jasmine, whoever they were, was flustered at the request. Sammy found their blush and doe like fear adorable and stepped towards the conflicted cutie. Jasmine made no movement away, Sammy felt her dress against her tight jeans. The two were eye to eye, inches away. James could have stepped away but instead, almost without thought he moved his lips closer to Samantha's, willing her to take control. Whether she got the message or didn't need it Sammy moved the final distance and their lips met.

James's eyes went wide and then closed, focused on the soft feeling of Sammy's lips. He didn't have the experience to say for sure but he thought his own lips felt different too, maybe something the last room had done to him? It was all so soft. He could taste a fruity chap stick or gloss. Sammy was getting into it and grabbed the back of his head to pull him deeper. He had never been so dominated by a kiss before and it felt incredible. In that moment he was putty in her hands, he'd do anything she asked.

After the initial shock James's head catches up and tries to ruin the good time. Was the kiss gay because they both had penises? Was it gay because they were both dressed like girls? Samantha pulled James tighter and he decided he didn't really care all that much.