First Time Bisex Stories Novels & Stories

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.”

America" that's all... They both laughed till they hit each other. Anaisha couldn't easily decide, it felt like being between the thorns of a dilemma, and hell it was! More like being caught fucking a girl when you are and having a cock again (bisexual) and then getting to be asked to choose right away, you can relate... You like a cock but it keeps on breaking your heart again and again and again. You probably need to read this twice to get it, yes! It demands your attention🤓.

I asked, struck by an idea. "Either would probably be fine by me. I seem to enjoy both equally. I loved having sex with you last night, sir, but I loved being with Rose too. I didn't even mind Edward and Regina except for Ron suffering her invective and insults. For me, sex is sex and I'm not fussy about who I have it with." "Thereby doubling your chances for a date on Saturday night." "What, sir?" Reneé asked. "It's an old joke. Being bisexual doubles your chances of a date on Saturday night."

But Carl and I—we were born on the same day. We were closer than the others. A secret language connected us when we were kids, as if we were twins instead of just best friends. As we grew, we shared everything. First fights. First crushes. First kisses. But no matter how many she-wolves I touched, no matter how many I fucked—I always came back to Carl. I was sixteen when I realized I was bisexual.

"No pressure. But Sheila? That thing in the shower? That wasn't nothing. We both know it." She left, closing the door quietly behind her. I sat alone in my ridiculous club outfit, head spinning, body still thrumming from earlier. Bisexual. Zuki was bisexual. And she wanted to be my first. I fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing I should be thinking about Bobby. But all I could think about was pink hair plastered wet against Zuki's face, her hands on my skin, and the way she'd kissed me like I was air and she was drowning.

I can feel my eyes tearing up as I listen. “I responded instantly, I felt the heat in my blood and I pulled him close to me. That was how it all began, that was when I realized that I was bisexual. That was when I realized that I was falling in love slowly with my sister’s boyfriend,” He sighs. Ben looks at me and he frowns slightly. “Oh, sh*t. I shouldn’t have explained that to you, right?” He asks, his eyes pleading for an answer. A tear escapes my eye and I wipe it quickly.

" Looking behind me I confirmed his words and I cussed Sydney before turning back to him. “So who are you looking for? Boyfriend?" “Bo...Boy... Boyfriend?" I sputtered. ”For starters, I don't have a boyfriend." I laughed and I heard him gasp. “What? You're shocked, right? Who wouldn't be?..." I shrugged. ”It's understandable and for the record, I'm not interested in having one." I guess I had revealed a lot to the complete nonnative, who looked at me like I had finally lost it, which wasn't me on a regular day but he was so handsome that I couldn't even control my mouth.

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

The two women faced each other, knees bracketing Dominic’s body, and kissed while they used him—Mara grinding on his tongue, Elise riding his cock in deep rolls. Elise’s hands rose to Mara’s breasts, squeezing, pinching the nipples, then soothing. Mara’s hands mirrored the motion on Elise. Their mouths stayed open against each other, sharing breath and soft broken sounds. Dominic’s hands gripped Elise’s hips hard enough to leave new marks, helping her fuck herself on him while his mouth stayed buried in Mara. The wet sounds of tongue and cock filled the dimmed studio.

She gripped my hair, her hips rolling against my tongue. We spent a long time like that — touching, tasting, exploring each other’s bodies with curiosity and passion. It was my first time with a woman, and it felt natural. Beautiful. Intense. When we finally collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied, I felt a strange mix of guilt and peace. But as I lay there in Kendra’s arms, I couldn’t stop thinking about Adrian. And Richard. What was I doing? How the hell is my best friend bisexual and I don’t know? Well I enjoyed every bit of it…