Alfie followed along with what she was doing. He knew that as the boy he was the one who should really be leading. But what did he know, really? He'd kissed her only once before, and they were fucking drunk then. So, did it really count when you weren't sure if you remembered it or not? Alfie wasn't sure if he was doing this right. He was pretty much just moving his lips in a way that they would fit against hers. Nothing too fancy. But he really liked it.
He pulled back after a moment and sort of just smiled a rare innocent Alfie Tibbits smile at her. He was new at this, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was afraid that he was going to suck at it. "Is that okay?" he asked, teasingly picking at her shirt with his fingers. He had to focus on his strength. If he just used a tiny bit more of it, he'd be making holes in her shirt by now... which didn't actually sound like too bad of an idea.