I Had My First Kiss Novels & Stories

And of course, I wanted to always challenge myself. But then he kissed me. I suppose to shut me up. It worked. It also scared me. I was a five year old for fuck sake. A little boy kissing me only meant cooties at that time. I had pushed him away and yelled for my mom. Little Haiden was scared and run away. That day, not only did I lose the challenge I had set for myself but I also lost my mouth virginity. Haiden Cross was my first kiss and I had done everything in my power to forget his face.

" So, I bully you so you will pay attention to me." “Why you are dating that slut then if you like me." I don't want to be with her." My parent's friends with her parents they have been trying to get us together since we were in eighth-grade sweetheart. " I don't want her. He said." He took his hand rub my cheek and hold my face." He bends down over me. He kissed me." “I gasp." I never had my first kiss. Now I had it. I felt like fireworks. He started kissing me harder.

he chuckled. "No, it was really good," I broke down. What is wrong with me? "Jeez, was that your first kiss or something?" he was still confused about my reaction. I don't blame him. I was confused myself. "N...no...I kissed a boy on the cheek in kindergarten once," I said. "He pushed me down and called me a four-eyed weirdo." Evan laughed. "That doesn't count. You really are a weirdo. I am your first kiss," he whispered in my ears and wrapped his arms around my waist again.

There were a few things I should get to know, myself. “Fine.” I crossed my arms and watched him closely as I spilled the horror of my first kiss. A drunk, messy, awkward thing in a bar, with a creepy stranger, on my sixteenth birthday. A stupid act of rebellion against my mom who I caught in the same bar. It's kept its record as the worst kiss of my life. Adrien made a face. I found it cute. Get a grip, girl. “I think you're the first human with a sob story about their first kiss. Pretty much every other human I've met always had something feel-good to say about theirs.”

What's he doing to me? I sort of moan in his mouth and I don't know how that happened. And then it dawned on me that this is my first proper kiss. "I've always wanted to do this the very first day I barged into your car."

I smiled at the thought of her. "She took me to my first party where I had my first kiss over a stupid pass the card game. The guy made the card fall so that he could kiss me. His name was Adam, and he was a senior at the time. He tried to get me to do more, but I refused, and when he didn't take no for an answer, I beat the shit out of him." "Of course you did." Lucas smiled at me proudly, making me smile too.

“Because if it’s something that makes me hate him, I’ll believe it. And if it’s something that makes me forgive him…” I shake my head. “I’ll forgive him.” Her voice softens. “You really liked him.” “Liked?” I give a short, bitter laugh. “Try survived on the fantasy of him since middle school.” Lila doesn’t tease, doesn’t joke. She just waits. I look down at my hands. “He was my first kiss. You know that story already, right? Seven Minutes in Heaven at a birthday party. Everyone dared him to pick a name, and of course it was mine. He kissed me once and bolted out of the closet before the timer hit six.” I try to smile. “I told myself it didn’t matter. That he just didn’t want to embarrass me.

I want him to never stop. We pulled apart after how many minutes, I don't know. We are panting, my eyes are still closed, I can feel his breath caressing my lips. I'm feeling dizzy after my first kiss. I can't believe that it happened. It was beyond perfect and so mind-blowing. I thought that I would spoil my first kiss because I really didn't know how to kiss, but it happened automatically, I didn't do anything. I just can't believe that it happened so unexpectedly smoothly and flawlessly.

He was groaning, I was moaning his name. Then he let me go abruptly and walk out the door and left me in my living room all alone. I looked at myself in the mirror as I walk to close and lock my front door. My lips were swollen, my cheeks were pink, my hair was a mess, but I was smiling wide, I just had my very first kiss.

She rolls her eyes so hard that I can see it despite my eyes being on the road. “Your first kiss...” I chuckle, “Okay...” I am not interested. “He was asking about you. Very keen to get in touch with you...” That gets my attention. “What!! Why?” “He came out of the closet.” I stay quiet at that statement. “I thought he would probably wait until college or something,” I say after a while. My first kiss, aka I don’t even want to say his name right now, was a certified homophobic. I always felt wistful and romantic around him. He was a good friend who hated me after our first kiss. My memories of that summer camp turned sour real quick afterward.