Bad First Kiss Novels & Stories

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

"You've got the rest of your life to be annoying? Can you take a day off? You'd think it's your full time job." "Your attitude is absolutely disgusting."she gasped. "So is your personality, but you don't hear me complaining about it." I replied. I'm Amelia Black. The daughter of Collin and Maria Black. I'm what the people call the "Bad Girl". They started calling me that so I started becoming that. My reputation started because of what happened in my past and ever since then people won't even give me a chance to explain myself. I didn't believe I would ever meet someone who would see past my bad reputation, until I met him...

I grip his hand, letting him pull me down the trail. Nerves flutter in my stomach, fingers quivering as I walk steadily along the path, trying not to stumble over and into the river below. The sound of the waterfall we walk toward roars in my ears, allowing my hurried breaths to go unnoticed to my recent boyfriend. This is going to be my first kiss. I've finally graduated high school only yesterday, and to celebrate, Alec has taken me down to the local waterfall to kiss me. We have been talking about this for weeks now, and it's finally happening with nothing to interrupt us.

I said. “Well, I will also do something that I rarely do,” she said. Before I knew it, her lips touched mine. That moment, my eyes widened, and I had goosebumps. As our lips parted, she smiled and left me frozen. Then, I realized I am Vad Wagner, and he looks irresistibly charismatic to women with poor eyesight. A girl kissed me, and I don’t know what to feel. I am as straight as a ruler and I can’t believe that a stranger stole my first kiss! I have reserved my first kiss for Treyton. What am I going to do now that it’s gone?

Although Adrian had deliberately tried to be gentler as he kissed Stephanie, in the end, he'd failed to hold himself back completely. "It's fine." Stephanie shook her head lightly. "But…" Ears red, she leaned in close and whispered, "You're not a very good kisser." Adrian didn't get upset. He simply chuckled affectionately and said, "It was my first time kissing someone, so I haven't had any practice. Can you forgive me, Stephanie?"

AVERY "Bad." Pulling out of the kiss, he commented. "You are really bad at kissing" My eyes remained wide in shock, my lip btting back a retort. How could he steal my first kiss and still say I'm bad at kissing? Did he expect me to be a pro? I resisted the urge to glare at him as he released my chin, his face slowly turning cold. "Strip." He said, and my eyes widened again. "Wh – at?" I stuttered.

Her kiss brings nothing, no romantic feeling, no butterfly on his stomach, just pure disgust. In his life as an actor before, he never allowed any kissing scene nor x-rated film. The farthest thing he allowed is a simple kiss on the cheeks and forehead. Does this make Cali his first kiss? Then, he recalled that they had accidentally had a one-night stand at BGC's private room before, where Cali lost her innocence, so technically, she is still his first in everything. He hated the idea that her dirty lips, who had kissed several men, had touched his lips.

Our fingers intertwine, a silent language passing between us. His eyes, dark and warm, hold a question and a promise. I respond with a soft sigh, my gaze dropping to his lips. A faint smile touches his mouth before he lowers his head. The first touch is feather-light, a tentative exploration. Then, with a shared breath, the kiss deepens. My lips part slightly, inviting him closer. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling me flush against him. The taste of him is intoxicating, a blend of coffee and something uniquely his. My fingers tangle in his hair, the soft strands a stark contrast to the firm line of his jaw and his hard chest pressing gently against my front as he lowers us down, leaning

We breathed heavily. “What’s wrong?” he asked with a flirty smile on his face. “I was asking myself the same thing,” I said out loud. “Is this normally how you kiss?” He blinked in confusion. “Don’t tell me you think I am a bad kisser…” I stared. “Fine. I won’t tell you.” He scoffed. “Just go slow… follow me.” I stepped closer, bringing my lips to his. I slipped my tongue in, massaging as gently as I could against his. He was doing okay the first twenty seconds, but apparently, I was going to slow for him, and he became more rough. Again, in a bad way. In frustration, I bit down, biting the top of his tongue hard.

"My first kiss was the daughter of my dad's business partner. She was seventeen. I was fourteen. Told me I needed practice or I'd never be any good at it." "Was she right?" He smiled. "Don't know. Never saw her again." I laughed again. "That's terrible. Really. I bet you lost your mind." "It was. I was terrible." He leaned back, shoulders loosening up. "She told me flat out I wasn't ready." "How'd that feel?" "Like I'd never be ready." I stared at him. "So the first person you ever kissed told you that you were bad at it." "Correct."