First Kiss Age 13 Novels & Stories

“I’m more of a Ping-Pong girl. Not that I don’t have fond memories of one pool table in particular.” “Really?” He gave her a look, one filled with playful curiosity, and she knew exactly what he was thinking. What every guy would think. She couldn’t resist smiling. “Get your mind out of the gutter. You know It’s nothing like that. It’s just where I had my first kiss.” “Sounds romantic,” he teased. “It really was.” She felt wistful just remembering. A girl never forgot the thrill of her first kiss. “It was a friend’s older brother. I was fifteen and he was seventeen.”

His other arm comes around me, holding me up as my knees go weak. His tongue dominates my mouth, tasting me, teasing me. I hope he’s not disappointed with my inexperience. My one previous kiss was at age 8, where a pack member in my class stole a kiss at school. Other than that, I haven’t exactly had the opportunity to kiss anyone. Wait! What am I doing? I push away from him. “That, that can never happen again.” He gives me a cocky grin before leaning forward and rubbing his nose against mine. “Your wolf seems to disagree.” He says and kisses my nose before letting me go.

"And the last and the most important thing, don't forget to give him a sweet goodbye kiss and say I'm looking forward to meeting you again." But Hayden shook his head, making Max give him a weird look. "I can't kiss him." "Eh, why tough?" "I'm still seventeen years old." "And?" "I'm too young for kissing." Max laughed, and he shook his head. "I mean kissing his hand, but I think you're old enough for a kiss. I got my first kiss when I was seventeen, the same age as you." "Really? So I'm allowed to kiss him now?" Max didn't answer Hayden's question. He instead told Hayden to be quiet; they were only a few steps away from Jasper's table.

Driving me wild with the heat, the desire gleaming in her pretty eyes. She knew what she was doing. “Because you… you are under 18.” I whispered, holding her wrist to rip them off from me. “Why not? We trust each other. I kissed you before when we were 10. Why not now?” She muttered. My face burned with shame, recalling that moment made in spur of… curiosity. Deep down, I loved it. My first kiss. But, whatever it was, it was… wrong. “We were children. I-I hadn’t realized our positions then. I-I can’t. I am 19. You’re 16. We can’t kiss.” I whispered, using my gentlest tone to make her listen, hating to say ‘no’ to her.

But most of the time, we’re alone. It was my first kiss as well— on the cheeks. I think kissing on the lips at the age of thirteen is still not right, so we settled for cheeks. It was Rhianne who usually kissed me on my cheeks whenever we saw each other or when we parted ways. Our friends teased us about it, but neither of us cared. It was great. Dating Rhianne is great. I kind of like her, but still not the same way as I like Seraphine. Rhianne doesn’t make my heart beat crazy. She doesn’t send a fluttery feeling in my stomach. Her gaze doesn’t make me blush.

I stumble backwards, clutching my throbbing cheek, warmed by the heat of her slap. Kadeem is kissing my cheek… I'm seventeen. He’s nineteen and his heart’s full. No rough edges yet. I can’t say the same for me. He’s kissing my jaw, now... my neck… I close my eyes. I miss him like this. His lips press against mine. His fingertips are soft against my face. He's whispering something in my ear. My hand slides down his chest - and then I freeze. Kadeem immediately picks up on the tension in my body, and I feel him freeze, too.

Tick the item off or not? “Earth to Angie!” Marina snaps her fingers in my face. I blink back, a little startled. “Are you okay? You got lost for a second there.” I nod, not trusting myself to sound convincing enough. But who am I kidding? It’s Marina I’m dealing with. “You’re definitely not okay,” she declares and comes to take the space next to me. “Did he do something?” Yes. “No.” “You don’t have to protect him with me.” And I know that, but it’s also embarrassing, talking about my first kiss at my age on the same day a sixteen-year-old did.

She smacked his arm when he put her down. Her small fist had absolutely no effect on his big body. However, sometimes, he would act like he was in pain—something that made Eve hit him even harder. "You're like a teenager who's worried her friends will make fun of her after getting her first kiss." Axel shook his head. "Or maybe I'm your first kiss?" "So confident!" Eve said with a chuckle, "Too bad you're ten years too late because I had my first kiss ten years ago." "Ah, I should have kissed you when we were in Junior High School. I regret not doing so."

I did not see it coming when she parks her hand behind her mother’s head and pushes it towards my face as the other hand grabs my chin, making our lips collide as she announces, “Santa won’t be mad at me now!” Both of us laugh with our face still smacked to each other’s as she loosens herself from Sophie’s grip, jumping to the floor and runs from us before I bring out more threats about being on the naughty list. So I take this opportunity to kiss the love of my life properly, bringing her forward so I can wrap my arms around her as well. Though I am fully aware just five feet away we have two very eager boys with the oldest being fourteen, I keep the kiss PG-rated and save the actions for t

I interpreted and she was laughing hard on the screen. "You're really such a crazy girl, Cally! Poor guy," she said. and she was still smiling ear to ear, like a weirdo. "Why are you happy? We just met again," I asked as I rolled my eyes. She cleared her throat and grinned at me, "Well, isn't that romantic? He's your first kiss, you are his first kiss. That kiss happened 10 years ago and now you met again. My gosh, Cally, he might be your prince charming. Sadly, I didn't see his changes but girl, you should agree on dating him!" she said in an enthusiastic voice.