First Kiss Age 13 Novels & Stories

THREE HOURs AND MANY WHISKEYs LATER. I sigh, laughing. “I don't believe you!” I utter, laying down on the carpet and looking up at the ceiling, with a half-naked Alessandro next to me. “It's true.” He mutters. “The very first time I kissed a girl, I was fourteen years old, and she was the cook's daughter.” For some odd reason, it surprises me that Rose wasn’t his first kiss. "Hmm, how old was she?"

Seb was my first kiss. I remember it now. We were nine, before our parents married. We were playing a bunch of games that I could not even remember, and clumsy as I was, I fell on him. Our lips touched, and even then we knew what that meant. We immediately broke free from each other, though, as by then Brad had started yelling. He admitted to having a crush on me then and considered what he witnessed a grave betrayal. Seb and I took a long time to get Brad to calm down. And the next morning, Brad decided that he no longer has a crush on me.

Tranny stood up and faced Chloe. "I might be 9, but age is just a number. Am way more mature than my age" He backed himself up. Chloe chuckles, she just could not understand what Tranny was blubbering. The next minute, she felt a hand on her neck. "What are you doing?" She asked. She was not ready for another trick. She was yet to recover from the unexpected kiss. Her head could not stop spinning at the fact that she just had her first kiss at 8.

"Then we'll do hot guys hunting." I slowly pursed my lips when i saw him looking up dreamily. Hot guys. Hunt. "As if we can trap them." They bothrolled their eyes at me. "You can trap them, love. Our main goal is for you to get your first kiss!" they laughed like an evil witch. "I already got it." It came out of my mouth flawlessly, not thinking that it will intensify their curiousity. "When?" they suppressed a laugh. "The day after my eighteenth birthday under the falls," i shrugged off.

"So, I had my first kiss when I was eighteen. I was sitting on a bench park as a handsome guy went towards me, leaned, raised my chin and kissed me." Cassadie thought as fingers run through her hair while she was hugging a man's naked chest where she leans her head on his arm.

I’m desperate to understand how this could be a good thing. “You promised to have fun this week. Calvin kissing you is fun,” she states, staring into my eyes. “Now, loosen up and see where this goes.” I close my eyes, drawing in a long breath to keep calm. “Need I remind you, you’ve only kissed one guy in your entire life? Well, now two.” She laughs at my discomfort. “You’re 23. It’s not against the law to kiss a guy, especially when he’s really into you.”

I said and claimed her lips again. Mahi's POV He claimed my lips again, and I tried to draw away but his touch was like rain falling on a parched field. I could not stop myself from drinking it in and wanted more. I had been waiting for this for years... I was 12 when I saw him kissing another girl and wanted to know how would it feel to be kissed by him. Though I came to know it when I was almost 18 I wanted him to go on... And quench my thirst for his love. The touch of his lips was gentle, exploratory, and tender.

Wait, I mean the sixteen years of my life. So, where was I, again? Hold on, how did I end up here? Oh yeah...like I was saying, today is the day. Now, don't get your dirty minds worked up. No one is having sex today. Well, except my parents probably. Considering dad never shuts up about it. Ugh, I know, Ewww. But today is the day I will lose my lip's virginity. Yup, I'll be having my first kiss. On my sixteenth birthday, with the guy I've been crushing on since ever. Maybe...maybe that could lead to something more, maybe, who knows.

She smiled as she said this, but there was still a trace of sadness in her eyes. "Do you have a problem? You can tell me." I lifted her chin with my finger, bringing our eyes to meet. But instead of responding, she suddenly stood on her toes. My eyes widened as I felt her lips press against mine. Her lips stayed there, and I could tell she wasn't used to this kind of thing, which was natural since we were only fourteen. But since our lips touched for so long, I quickly got the hang of it. I enjoyed that moment, so I pulled her closer by the waist and began to move my lips.

She’d lost her own innocence years ago, shed like a skin that had never fit her in the first place. “Truth or dare?” Matt asked. “Truth.” “Okay, who was your first kiss?” She smiled at the memory. “Aaron Slater in sixth grade. He was the most popular boy in school, and I’d had a crush on him the entire year. He asked me to the school dance, and then afterward, took me outside and kissed me.” Frowning, Matt replied, “I hope he only kissed you.” “We were twelve!” Indignant, she added, “We didn’t even know how to kiss, let alone do anything else. Get your mind out of the gutter.”