He asked me out yesterday. Later I went over to his house. We watched Donnie Darko (which was supremely awesome, but I need to see it again to make more connections). He held my hand the whole time (unless he sensed his parents coming around. Then we had to go to opposite ends of the bed) and I leaned against him. At some point towards the end of the movie, I moved over onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around my waist and I felt safe.
After the movie ended we kissed and cuddled and talked. At one point I was on my knees looking at his books, and he was lying on the bed beside me, and he snaked his arm around my thigh and touched IT. Yes, IT. Damn straight that was my first time having someone else touch IT. I liked that.
One thing I can't get over, though, is how shitty of a kisser he can be. I know that I shouldn't judge, but seriously, you are not playing tonsil hockey, and you are not playing to win. Keep it in check, and let me have more little things that I enjoy more than you sticking your tongue down my throat.
At one point his mom walked in. That made me laugh a little, but he was freaking out.

"She's going to ask so many questions! She can't know!"
"You know, she's not stupid, she would have figured it out anyway, and I think it's better she find out now instead of later."
"But THE QUESTIONS!"

When my mom came to pick me up I kissed him on the cheek and told him it'd be fine. I hope he doesn't freak out and bolt.