First Kiss Age 13 Novels & Stories

The air around us changes. “She’s not dating anyone until she’s eighty,” Gabriel growls, all traces of fun and games completely gone. I fold my hands across my chest and mimic him. “She’ll probably start dating when she’s around sixteen or seventeen.” “Not gonna happen,” I ignore his chilly tone and continue riling him up. “She'll robably have her first kiss in middle school,” I continue. “I had my first when I was twelve.” “I’ll blow their faces if they so much bring their disgusting disease-filled little lips near her,” he hisses, the sound so terrifying.

"Like I said, your aunt made me do everything she did. After they kissed, I was curious, but your aunt decided ten was too young, it really was! But then your aunt made your father promise to kiss me when I turned thirteen so I could learn." "By then he was already sixteen, so Rai got lucky because he'd had practice. And he was more interesting, he'd already started at the fighting school," my aunt chimed in to share the complete gossip. "But he didn't want to kiss me." My mother laughed. "And I wanted to kiss a boy from school who had already kissed other girls, and I didn't want to embarrass myself. So I made your father keep his promise and he kissed me. But it was horrible, because I did

He had a confused look on his face,”Wha-“ before he could complete his sentence I pushed him against the locker and kissed him unexpectedly. Yes, I wanted to make out against the locker as a teen but I happened to have my first boyfriend when I was 19 so… Nathan was surprised as he didn’t respond to my kiss immediately. But as soon as he got a grasp on what’s going on, he flipped us, within a second picked me up and wrapped my legs around him.

He gave me teasing look but nonetheless answered. "I was 13 yrs old when i first made my girlfriend who was also my first kiss..." He said while i nod. "Your turn?" He said. "You will laugh if i tell you?" I said. "Why? Did you never had any boyfriend?" He asked. "No...i had...twice" i said. "Ohh...who was it? Danush?" He said while i am unable to depict his expression. "No... he is like my brother...so my first bf was when i was in 11th standard...but it didn't last for more than a week..." I said.

»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ────«« First time kissing someone and it turned out to be a guy. Not just any guy, but my sworn enemy. The person I’ve spent years trying to kill. First time reaching an orgasm, same guy. Thirteen year old me who told his best friend he had no interest in jerking off or p**n because it was a waste of time is probably spinning in his mental grave right now.

I said, holding my belly as I continued to laugh. “That was crazy,” he chuckled hilariously. Our faces were already red from laughing. He breathed out. “How old were you at that time?” “Thirteen,” I answered. “Although we have a good biology teacher, my mind got stuck with what Abuela said. So, no French kiss until he broke up with me.” “Too bad he didn’t know how good you kiss, Cupcake,” he winks at me. “Really?” My eyebrows raised. “That’s not what he said when he kissed me before his wedding with Tess,” I pouted, remembering that night he kissed me, but after that scorching kiss, he told me I wasn’t a good kisser.

I didn't know Dre had asked me something. "What?" I asked. "I said, are you going to kiss her?" My stomach dropped. *Kiss her?* I looked at Dre, slightly puzzled, but tried to hide it. I was fourteen. I have never had a girlfriend, let alone a first kiss. "Would she want me to kiss her?" I asked. "Oh my God, Luke, of course she would," Dre responded. "What she wouldn't want is for you to go second base, but kissing's okay on the first date."

“Brook, don’t. I told you I’m not Mike. I don’t want nor do I need anyone to bow to me, especially not you.” Especially me? Why me? My breath caught as he leaned in closer. He wasn’t going to… was he? His lips brushed against mine gently, as if waiting for some kind of sign before he pressed them firmly in a definite kiss. My eyes closed by their own will and I had no idea what to do. Yes, I’ll admit it. I am seventeen, and the closest thing I’ve come to kissing is when I was nine. Gerald, a stick of a boy, gave me a slobbery peck on my lips behind the dumpster at school. I kissed him back, praying I was doing it right. My heart turned up to hummingbird speed when he pulled my swing towards

"I- um...okay this is going to sound silly-" "I'm sure it isn't" I say rubbing her cheek with my thumbs because why not? I'm enjoying the way her soft skin feels against my fingers. How I want to hold onto her every single day. It's going to kill me when she goes back to her home and I'm here. With her scent in my space. "I've only ever kissed one guy and that was when I was 13 and he told everyone I was frigid and my sister punched him and broke his nose" she says with a shy smile and I can't help but be thankful that she's never been truly kissed before.

How did this happen? There’s three of them! I think I’m having my first ever panic attack. Three, I have three mates. I’ve never had a serious boyfriend. I’m 24 years old, just weeks away from my 25th birthday and I’ve never even been kissed. That’s not true. I’ve been kissed but not like a serious boyfriend, kind of kiss. That kiss with Osiris, which felt like forever ago, was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a real kiss.