First Time Novels & Stories

A massive fortress was taking shape. Michael appearing at my side. “Bringing a piece of home, home?” Smiling, “yes. I’m a little homesick.” “What of security?” “I already thought of that. I made it so that our essence is built into our new home.” “So how will your new guardians gain access?” “Very easily I’ll add them as they come.” I smiled and leaned my head against his arm. Always perfectly content with Micheal. My calm and peace.

For the first time, someone cared for me. itsclarixass

And for the first time. We were watching back.

The shock of him actually burying himself in me doesn’t allow me to respond till he starts making shallow thrusts and I start feeling pleasure again. “My name is Von.” Even as he speaks, he thrusts that I have no other choice but to grip his arm while I allow the pleasure stop me from thinking about my stupidity. “Von, I’ve just given you my virginity how about you make my first time amazing because I’d never have sex in my life again.”

Tried not to think about late nights, closed hotels, language barriers, or the fact that I was suddenly very aware of how far from home I was. Then my phone buzzed in my hand. The vibration was sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet like a warning bell. Relief surged instinctively as I glanced down. Good, I thought. Information. Solutions. It evaporated instantly. We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, your reservation has been cancelled. I stared at the screen. Then I read it again. And again. Like repetition might soften the words. Like maybe they would rearrange themselves into something less final.

“That was amazing.” “It sure was,” I pant. “It was a perfect first time,” he says. “Perfect.” First time?

Because for the first time. he wasn't sure.

My tone is light and so obviously not mad, even if inside a horrid stirring of deep jealousy eats away at me, even if logically it can’t be true. “Why? Does first time mean it’s meant to be some kind of way? Was I supposed to last thirty seconds and make it awful?” He asks with complete blank innocence, and I can tell he genuinely doesn’t understand how many times I have heard femmes talking about awful first times. A bang bang of awkward, sore ten seconds, sweaty, messy, unsatisfying, and then a grunt, and it’s all over. “Maybe.” I shrug, only going by what I hear, not what I know, as Kaelin is my first. “You just seemed a litt

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

And it happened for the first time in his life. to be continued