Cerpen Cinta Sma First Kiss Novels & Stories

“Do you know how many girls Kam has kissed?” “As far as I know, just you, but we don’t really talk about it. You know my first kiss was at Nick’s party, and I don’t even remember it.” I grabbed her hand and squeezed in sympathy. “Maybe you’ll get lucky at the dance, and Simon will give you the kiss you’ll never forget.” “Maybe,” she sighed, and bit her lip. “We should get started on our homework,” I said, getting up and opening my backpack. “Shit!” she got up and headed for my door. “Kam has my bag. Come with me to get it?”

Carsen was also nervous, it was the first time he held a girl's hand, which was very soft and smooth. He reluctantly let go of Carolyn's hand only when they got on the car. "Carolyn, this was the first time I held a girl's hand." Carolyn looked at him and blurted out, "So, was it also your first time kissing a girl?" She pursed her lips and regretted asking the question, making it seem like she cared a lot. Carsen looked at the little girl, who lowered her gaze and pursed her lips. He chuckled lightly and said, "That was my first kiss."

By sixteen, Jeremy became the boy who made my pulse race, the boy who filled my thoughts when I should’ve been studying; he became the boy who made the whole world bigger and brighter when he was around. It happened one day, his parents were throwing one of their lavish parties, since Jeremy was the last child with two elder brothers, it felt choking. We slipped under the oak tree in his family’s vineyard, trying to escape the attention and that’s when he kissed me for the first time; I still remember the kiss and the way he looked at me, like I was the only one that mattered. It was sweet yet clumsy but it was perfect, my very first kiss. “One day, I’ll marry you,” he whispered against my l

"Don't you want it? I am already 18. I promised to myself that I will let you kiss when I step on that age." He bit his lower lip. "You are not ready yet." "I am. Just tell me if you don't want my first kiss." He sighed. "I just don't know how to -" "What? You do not know how to kiss?" He shut his mouth. I laughed at him. "Seriously, Jinx? I thought you already ace that —" "Fuck, Astra." He cut me off by claiming my lips. We both closed our eyes when we felt our soft lips. Damn, it was the first time we both felt ours and it felt like it was sending me to a magical place. It sends different feeling in my system.

I kissed her tenderly and gently, not to scare her away. We parted our lips in need of air. I pressed our forehead together while panting for air and she was breathing heavily. I kissed the tip of her nose and I saw her close her eyes while smiling. When she opened her eyes, our gaze met and we smiled sweetly at each other. This is our first kiss together and I will cherish this moment forever.

Instead, my lips were smiling as I remembered the first time I saw him. My legs taking me in the opposite direction when he stepped out of his car. The first time our eyes met and I felt my heart leaping in my chest. The first time we touched in the canteen making my hands shake and eyes to lower. The first kiss we shared in the bathroom, where I was shaking in his arms as he devoured me unknowingly The first proposal, where he announced me to be his girlfriend in front of the entire school, saving me from accusations and embarrassment.

he spat. “The same man who made me realize I’m gay… the same man who made me feel for the first time- for a man… left me to deal with myself after he won me over that night.” I furrowed my brows, trying to make sense of his sickening words. “What?” “Jeremy gave me my first kiss. Did you even know that?” he said quietly now, voice low and intense. “We were just fourteen. That’s when I knew who I wanted… my life partner… it had to be him.”

Amelia’s POV I was so happy when I heard him asking me to be his girl and I quickly accepted his proposal. Accepting his proposal marked a significant moment, one that paved the way for my first kiss. His gentleness during that moment lingered in my memory, making it a cherished experience. It was a delicate dance of feelings—a step into a new chapter, a moment that lingered vividly in my heart, leaving an indelible mark of affection and the thrill of embracing something new and special.

His proud smile widens, practically glowing with satisfaction. “My first kiss was in high school,” I say, the memory tugging at me. “This goofy guy stole it from me, but low key, I was glad he did. I was starting to feel like the goody-two-shoes who’d never get her first kiss, you know? Everyone else was bragging about their hookups, and even though I acted like I didn’t care, a tiny part of me wanted it. I never dated in high school, though. It wasn’t until after graduation that I met Luke.”

It was a good kiss. During my high school freshmen year, we played a game called seven minutes in heaven. I got those seven minutes in a closet with a senior who kissed me. He wasn’t as big as Damon. By big I meant in terms of built. He was a soccer player, blonde hair and dreamy eyes. I thought this was it for me. That I would finally have my first kiss, that dreamy first kiss. I was wrong. It was too wet and messy for me and it lasted for fifteen seconds. Believe me, it was extremely unpleasant.