First Date Sex Stories Novels & Stories

With just one encounter he's jumped to number one. My first sexual experience was in high school and quite honestly, I shouldn't have to count it. We'd been dating for a few years. The petting had become more advanced when we decided it was time. By the time he got the condom on he'd already come. Still semi-hard, we gave it a go. I decided that night that all the talk about sex was overrated. Obviously, what the books I found in my mom's bedside stand described was the definition of fiction.

“Wow, that is big. How was it? I am sorry if i am asking for too much and it is okay if you do not want to talk about it too.” I was silent, my eyes fixed on the big screen and my mind replaying the night. It has always been my dream to have my first sex on my eighteenth birthday and when i told my boyfriend, Skye, he promised to make that dream come to pass. “I think i would feel better talking about it.” I put a chink of pizza into my mouth, chewing sloly and relaxing into the chair. “Then tell me all about it, i wanna hear everything. The details from how your day started till the way it ended.”

I stated. “True, but you weren't there for me give another one.” His voice softened. “I needed something to remember you by.” I stared. “Why would you want to remember me?” At this, he shrugged, looking away. “Maybe because you were my first?” It took me more than a minute to comprehend what I just heard. “I was your what?” “My first.”He repeated. “First what? First kiss? First hug? First… sex?” “First sex, Maya.” He finally looked at me. “You were the first woman I slept with.”

"Alright fellas. Let's get on to business. First question is, when was the first time you had sex?" Jax leaned backwards, his hand working his spit slick phallus. "Shit!! I was like 16. A neighbour's 17 year old daughter snuck me into her dad's garage. I was a horny kid then, bent her over a workbench. I came in two minutes tops but she squirted all over my balls."

"We can't just—" He cut her off by kissing her, and the coffee mugs ended up on the counter as he lifted her onto it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he slid into her without preamble. They both groaned at the sensation—morning sex had a different quality to it, slower and more deliberate. "We'll talk," he gasped, setting a steady rhythm. "After. We'll figure this out." "Yes," she whimpered, meeting his thrusts. "After. Right now I just—oh God, right there—"

And when his time comes, it won’t be mercy he finds. The first time Vicky and I had sex was right after I finished the second job. I came back wrecked, whiskey in my system, barely able to stand straight. She was already in my private room like she always is after a big night. We didn’t talk much. One thing led to another, clothes came off, and I fucked her hard on the couch. It was messy, drunk, and desperate. I don’t even remember who made the first move. After that, she started coming back for more. Not every day, but often enough. No big conversations about it. No “what are we?” bullshit.

They’ll never hurt him—or anyone else—again. For now, though, he’s here with me, laughing as he shares some embarrassing story about the first woman he tried to date when he came home. Apparently, he fell asleep in the middle of a movie because he was so bored. The way he tells it, I can’t help but laugh, and I retaliate by sharing one of my own cringe-worthy dating disasters. We exchange stories, one failure after another—awkward moments, embarrassing dates, and epic disasters. The conversation flows easily, and for the first time in what feels like forever, it feels right. Perfect, even.

Before his stop himself he'd reached out and pinned her to the wall, holding her two hands above her head while staring at her lustful. "What do you think you're doing! Someone is gonna see us.." Kendall also felt her body burn up with desires as her skin experience his touch. "Let them see.." His voice was hoarse as he crashed his lips on hers. For a moment she was dumb struck by his sudden movement but also return his kiss. It was a rough and fierce one as their tongues seeks dominance. Kendall of course haven't had sex before but still she had experience in this kinda shit. A moan escaped her lips as his free hand raised her dress up and found her thigh.

"Why haven't you had a boyfriend yet? You're literally 19, beautiful and in college already, many guys would kill to be with you so what's the ish? Why haven't you had a man yet?" "I don't know", dude, I lied. "Cmon, tell me" "Fine", I groaned, hugging a pillow to my chest. "I was fifteen when I got approached by a guy for the first time, he said he loved my physique and especially my legs, he was a senior then. He kissed me and told me to meet him at his house by 5, his parents wouldn't be around then and I felt really cool, y'know, a senior asked me to meet him", I sighed. "I went and we had sex, he was my first sex and my first kiss too. We got to school the next day and he told everyone

she said as we showered together after dinner. "I forgot," I said to avoid jealousy. "What about you? Who was your first love?" I asked. "Of course you are. You are my first love, my first man.. Erwin Brando" "You are my first too." "Really?" "First sex without condom, I mean." she looks sad. "Oh baby, my teenage wife," I said, before she dissolved into sadness, I kissed her and started our baby making time.