Cerpen Cinta Sma First Kiss Novels & Stories

That was the first night I’d noticed how handsome he was, the initial moment when I’d begun to fall for him as more than a friend. Years zoomed past with each item. Old, dog-eared tickets to a movie we’d gone to as our first real date. A photo of us outside the ice cream parlor downtown. We were fifteen—the night of our first kiss. In each photo, we looked so happy, always smiling. His arm around my shoulders, mine around his waist, my head resting on his chest, and his fingers running through my hair. A lump formed in my throat when I pulled out the picture of our high school graduation. Caleb was waving and throwing his graduation cap in the air, tongue out and head thrown back. Beside him

“Because if it’s something that makes me hate him, I’ll believe it. And if it’s something that makes me forgive him…” I shake my head. “I’ll forgive him.” Her voice softens. “You really liked him.” “Liked?” I give a short, bitter laugh. “Try survived on the fantasy of him since middle school.” Lila doesn’t tease, doesn’t joke. She just waits. I look down at my hands. “He was my first kiss. You know that story already, right? Seven Minutes in Heaven at a birthday party. Everyone dared him to pick a name, and of course it was mine. He kissed me once and bolted out of the closet before the timer hit six.” I try to smile. “I told myself it didn’t matter. That he just didn’t want to embarrass me.

He reached over to cover Romina's eyes, only to find her already out cold. Then he leaned in—just a flicker of contact, lips brushing the corner of mine. Blushing, he murmured, "That was my first kiss. You can trust me." I touched my lips, something soft and forgotten flickering in my chest. I didn't flinch. Didn't pull away. I smiled. Maybe leaving Caden wasn't the end. Maybe falling again—my way—wasn't such a bad idea.

"All the boys my age are boring. My first kiss has to be special, with someone that gives me the chills, and burns. And the setting has to be special." She tilts her head to the side and press her fingers on her lips as if she's thinking. "Like under the rain, or with flowers dropping from the sky." She starts laughing. "I remember one time a boy in my school who's been talking with me for only a week tried kissing me in the hallway. In the hallway." She says the words with obvious disgust. "I nearly had a panic attack."

I asked. "The first one was very shy, the day we had our first kiss dude was shaking and sweaty. Not to talk of the very sloppy and wet kiss, he was literally rubbing all his nerdy saliva on me. I was so mad I broke up with him right there" she said, making a disgusted face. I looked at her laughing.

He said. “I-It’s a good thing I didn’t go to work. I can’t seem to face him now, sis.” She said. “Hold my hands.” He said willingly holding his friend’s hands. “I’m shaking and feeling nervous. My chest trembled with what you told me. It’s like I don’t really know what to do when we meet, sis.” He said. “I know sister. He was your first love and I do believe that first love never dies. Even if you both have your own lives, I know you won’t forget him. Or both of you will never forget each other.” He said

The ocean was barely visible in the eerie, sickly light of the storm, but even with the howling wind, the sound of the crashing surf was louder. I put my arm around her, unable to take my eyes from hers. Her lips twitched as if a smile was coming, but instead they parted slightly. I leaned forward. She did the same. As our lips met, I closed my eyes. Her lips were soft and warm and her hair had the scent of spring flowers. The kiss was nothing like I’d imagined it. Is any first kiss? It’s something that can’t be imagined, it must be experienced. It lasted forever but was over too quickly. When we leaned back and opened our eyes, we were both smiling.

“You...” “Nothing happened,” Jessamine rolled her eyes as she assured him. “It was...” She furrowed her forehead as if trying to remember the kiss. “It was just a peck on my lips so I would stop crying because my crush liked someone else, and I hoped to have my first kiss with him that night. Instead, I got my heart broken.” She looked at me and smirked. “That’s how I got my first lousy kiss.” “That bad?” I asked, unsure why my ego was hurt when it had been our joke for almost a decade.

Jacob's legs instantly wrap around Jeremy. Jeremy's heart races as he experiences his first kiss. The kiss is so magical it takes his breath away and makes his legs weak. That magical feeling wraps around them, flowing through them as their tongues intertwine. The sweet scent of strawberries is somehow even stronger, and Jeremy pulls his mate closer.

Children were running around and people were talking and are having a picnic. "Hey, stay here" she suddenly said and i just nodded in response. I sat at the nearest bench and placed the costume on my lap. I sighed as I focused my eyes on the children who were playing tag. My fingers went to my lips. That was my first kiss. Well, the one in 3rd Grade was not counted. The one when I accidently slipped and tumbled towards Ryder and yeah, our lips connected so it was quite awkward for the both of us. Our classmates even made a shipname it was; KenDer. It honestly sound like kindergarden so my classmates always call us------okay, okay i'll stop blabbering nonsense. My mind went back to the kiss.