1st Kiss Stories Novels & Stories

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

“So… you take responsibility for the firsts. Because eventually, I will have to end up with you. And then without giving another warning, her hands were around Vivaan’s neck, and her lips were on Vivaan’s lips. It was Vivaan’s first kiss too. And he was a normal hormonal teenager. His eyes closed, his lips moved. It was not such a conscious decision. Or maybe it was… But then they were kissing. Having their first kiss. It lasted several minutes. By the time they were done, their lips felt a tiny bit sore. Vivaan looked into Sanvika’s eyes. And she stepped back from him and turned around. And Vivaan was thankful for that because a tent was formed in his trousers. He turned around and sprinted

Our heads bow to each other and our lips touch for the first time. Our first kiss. And wow what a kiss that is. Suddenly everything seems to fall into place. It feels great. The kiss tells that he belongs to me, and I belong to him. His tongue slides into my mouth. The kiss is so passionate but at the same time so loving. He turns me on. Yet this kiss is enough, for this is love, not lust. And indeed we can kiss for hours. Lying in the grass, enjoying each other. Forgetting the whole world around us.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

I say. "Im guessing that's because it's your first time kissing so many people. You might get STDs~" He teases as we both chuckle. "But I know how you feel. I've felt the headache during my first kiss too." He says. Growing curious, I ask him who his first kiss was. To which he replies with a mischievous smile, "You know that person, Ravine~" "It's a girl?" "Yup." I run the gears in my head. When I couldn't come to the conclusion, he chuckles and reveals the doomed name. "It was Jasmine."

Callista. I’ve been kissed before. Numerous times, in fact. My first was a boy in fifth grade who’d told me my hair looked pretty that day, and I had been blushing like crazy. Back then we were yet to go through puberty, so it didn’t really make sense. It was just something we had seen older people do, which automatically meant it was a cool thing to do. Then, at recess when we were playing, he'd suddenly appeared next to me, and asked for a kiss. Just like that. I was honestly taken aback, and my mind had been screaming, “Take it! Take it, you fool, this is a one-way ticket to the big leagues!” at me. Back then, all the popular girls had all been kissed, and who didn’t want to be similar to

What began as a forceful kiss evolved into something passionate. As he delicately brushed my lips with his tongue, his hands traced down my waistline, pulling me closer. I reciprocated, my hands finding their way to the nape of his neck, pulling him in. Our lips pressed softly against each other, and I tasted the sweet nectar of his lips as his tongue explored my mouth. Our tongues brushed against each other, deepening the kiss. My heart pounded with intensity, and the kiss felt like a magical escape, allowing all my worries to melt away. It was my first kiss, taken by Tristan, and it left me breathless and captivated.

Their lips meet in a slow, tender kiss. Time seems to stand still as they savor the sweetness of the moment. Their kiss deepens, conveying a depth of emotion that words fail to capture. It's a kiss filled with tenderness, longing, and the promise of love. As they break apart, they gaze into each other's eyes, their faces flushed with the warmth of their connection. They embrace, holding each other tightly, feeling the strength of their bond. Vihaan whispered in her ears I'll always want to kiss you ; this was my first kiss. She doesn't know why, but she finds the tone of his voice a little unsettling.

His other hand came up to cradle my face, fingers brushing against my skin with this careful, aching tenderness that didn’t match the way his lips moved against mine. God, he knew how to kiss. Slow and sweet one second, deep and hungry the next. My lips parted instinctively and then, I felt it. His tongue, brushing past mine, teasing, coaxing me into something I didn’t even know I could want this much. My body shivered and it was so crazy. It was messy, hot, almost overwhelming, but this… was wrong. That was my first real kiss. My first real kiss—and it was with Hayden. Not some stranger. Not some confused mistake at a party. Him. My stepbrother. And that made it all the more dangerous.

My voice was not judging. At that time, the female waitress dropped our menu on the table. She picked up her cutlery and finally replied me. " Yeah, in time past. It was just a fling, although. We had no strings or feelings attached to whatever we did." Then, I realized there was no way I would start something with the cute guy. ...... During the evening time, after we were done sightseeing, I decided to call Stan to pick me up. He picked after the second ring.