Novel & Cerita Cerpen Cinta Sma First Kiss

"Kartika, sebenarnya sudah lama aku merasakan perasaan yang bukan hanya sekedar sayang kakak ke adik. Aku mencintaimu sebagai laki-laki ke perempuan." Aku tersipu malu. Entah mungkin pipiku juga sudah merona. Karena sebenarnya di hatiku juga mulai tumbuh benih-benih cinta. Kemudian untuk pertama kalinya Mas Fikri Mencium bibirku membuat tubuhku seperti disengat setrum. Apalagi ketika tangan Mas Fikri mulai merayap kemana kemana. Kami benar- benar tenggelam dalam gairah yang begitu menggelora di mabuk asmara.

He never saw her smiling face. "Its all my fault that you become like this"he said looking at the pictures. "I failed to protect you" He mutter with the sad smile. His heart clench to see her this way. Who would believe that this is the same girl who used to be very vibrant, hopefull, who is not afraid to follow her dream. Ever her smile is very healing. He recall the day when he first met her that is the first day of his pre school. FLASHBACK Little Asher is very scared at his first day of school. He looked at his mom who smile at him to encourage him to go with his teacher to his class.

Cheryl is giving up now. Juna slammed the toilet door hard, and the black-haired boy turned on the tap water. Cheryl just looked at him nervously while biting her lip. She is sure, and soon she will feel such a memorable first kiss. Cheryl's first kiss with Cheryl's first love, a dream, and luck that only certain people can handle. Cheryl was nervous. She should have studied first or watched the kissing scene drama. An amateur like herself would disappoint her opponent later. Hopefully, Juna won't be disappointed in their kiss later. Cheryl will feel it later.

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.

“Why cake?” A pink hue stains his cheeks. Benny is shy. I should take a picture. “Because you made me a cake on my birthday, remember?” I can never forget. “Then this,” he says as his fingers brush the house. “Our first kiss was in front of my house.” My smile grows and he lifts the hair clip. “This was my first gift to you.” “I love it,” I say. His smile is as big as mine, maybe bigger. I swat his hand away from his forehead. “I love you.”

"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.

😘 ------------- Smael . My mind said and suddenly my tears flowed because even though I see half of his face, I knew it was him. My heart knew him, one of my hands moved and gently caressed his cheek, my other hand followed. My two palms touched both of his cheeks, I looked at his lips his nose followed his eyes. My face spontaneously came over and I kissed his lip, I didn’t care if there were many more people here who could see me. He doesn't move but I just let him because I miss him so much.