Bad First Kiss Novels & Stories

“Sometimes… you just have to be a bad girl.” Before I can say another word, his lips crash into mine—demanding, hungry, claiming. And strangely enough, this time, I don’t want to run. I don’t want to push him away. I fall completely under his spell, under his control. My mind turns to pink mist, drenched in desire, while reason and caution storm out, slamming the door behind them. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’ve barely kissed anyone before. Just a few awkward attempts that hardly count. But now… now it feels like something entirely different. This man steals my breath, and I respond to him with the same fiery hunger, melting into his strong arms.

Before my mind can register what's happening, his lips touch mine with pressure applied to it, as if he's letting go some kind of frustration. I'm stunned for the fact this is my first kiss in my entire life, and I have no experience to respond the correct way. In fact, I'm in a battle of my own either to return the kisses and be humiliated by being a bad kisser or to just stand there and take whatever he's giving, without being labelled as a bad kisser because I didn't respond to him. Or... I'll be called a bad kisser either way?

I confessed. "What!" They all yelled shocked to hear my answer. "How the fuck did you manage to pull that off without Kristrin knowing?" Marco asked and I could feel Kristrin tensed behind me. "Well, I remember a girl had kissed me back in kindergarten and one of my crushes named Jamie in my junior year at high school plus another guy who I ended up kissing awhile back," Stated. "It seems you're not her first kiss after all," Kyle teased Kristrin. "Jamie as in Jamie Rossman, one of our good friends who transferred to another state after saying he had done something terribly wrong, and he needed to leave quickly without telling any of us what and why?" Marco asked.

I can't even breathe. I can only feel him and his crazy tongue strokes, his merciless bites over my lips. I give into him, tired of all the attempts, diving deep into the intense kiss I have ever had. He never kissed me like this before. In our short relationship of fourteen months, I had never felt him kissing me so mercilessly, literally choking me like a beast. Except for the taste in his mouth, nothing is the same. I can't feel the love and affection it had before. Burning lust explodes with him with every lip stroke.

I, of course, followed suit. "Have a lovely summer Miss Carlisle," Principal Dane said behind me. And I wasn't exactly sure if he was being genuine or sarcastically mean. Either way... I was planning to have a blast. It's not everyday you get to go on an early Summer break. Turns out, it actually pays to be a bad girl.

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

"He's been in power over my mother and me way too long just because he's an important person in the state. And I... don't know any better way to change him other than this." Adam laughed, but his eyes started to water as he snatched iPhone from Randy's hand and handed it over to Shawn, forcing Shawn to see what the screen was showing. Shawn lowered the gaze to iPhone to watch a video of a middle-aged man is walking while hugging a sexy girl who seemed more suitable to be called his daughter. Or even his granddaughter. The expression on Shawn's face remained unchanged until the video showed the girl's face in the man's arms more clearly. And soon as Adam shouted, "That bitch ruined my family!

He lowered his head and kissed her. His movements were very soft and gentle. He kissed her for a while, then let go of her. Jessie's large watery eyes intertwined with his. Jessie was still feeling wronged as she muttered, "You are so bad." He could not help but laugh. He continued to kiss her gently as he snorted, "I am a bad person. Didn't I also let you hit me for a long time?" Being comforted by such a rare soft voice, Jessie's tears rolled out again and softly fell into his broad and warm embrace. "You are so bad!"

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'

Maybe it was the whiskey, or the exhaustion, or the way he said it — like he meant me, not the mission. Before I could think twice, I whispered, “Kael.” He turned his head, eyes dark and steady. “Yeah?” I didn’t answer. Just leaned in, slow, searching, until our lips met. The kiss wasn’t soft. It was everything we’d been holding back — fierce, aching, real. The storm outside had ended, but inside me, it was just beginning. When we finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine, our breaths tangled. “Bad idea,” he murmured. “The worst,” I said. And neither of us moved away.