Kissing Booth 1 Novels & Stories

Maybe even better with cushioned love seats, air tinged with something flowery and the walls a velvet red. I dragged Noel down on the seat, ignoring his yelp. We sat for a few seconds. Nothing. I gazed around. “Okay, so what happens next?” Noel sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Hera, baby, this isn’t a Photo Booth.” I was sure my face reflected my confusion because Noel finally blurted out, “It’s a kissing booth.” I leaped out of the chair like my ass was on fire. “A k-kissing booth? W-why didn’t you warn me?”

Her face was inches from me, her minty smell covered my nostrils and my breath stopped for a second at her closeness. "Alright, wh-what?" I managed to say, stunned inside her arms. She looked straight down at my lips. "I'm Khloe Summer, your friend with kissing benefits and I'm going to kiss you now," she whispered playfully before placing her lips on mine without warning. It was a light kiss and it made me realize that I was terribly missing her. And I was truly wrong when I agreed to be just only friends with her. And that's how our story of kissing benefits began.

I am kissing Noah Centineo, the Hollywood actor that everyone wishes to kiss, have sex, and father their babies. Noah is such a great kisser, he is obviously good at this because he is an actor and oftentimes there is a kissing scene in his movies. Noah was kissing me passionately as if it's his way to show how grateful he is. As we continued to kiss, my hand went through his bathrobe and slightly pull the fabric apart so that I could touch his six-pack abs. "Ahhh, fuck!" I cuss sharply when we stop kissing and Noah suddenly smells my neck and then he licks it causing me to feel a strange tickle on my body.

He nodded, his mind shouting for Oscar to touch him, to kiss him, but he didn’t want to initiate the contact. Oscar stood on his toes, hands slipping from holding Bo’s hands to wrapping across his shoulder in a loose way. Bo opened his mouth to say something, and then Oscar is kissing him. Oscar-Michael Torres is kissing him. When their lips meet, it is delicate. Oscar takes the lead, hand curled softly around the back of Bo’s neck and just barely pulls him down to meet his lips. Bo isn’t sure what to do with his hands for just a moment, but with Oscar’s half instruction his hands land on the smaller man’s hips.

the words blurted out of my mouth before I could even think about it. “Hmmmm, I love her already,” one of the girls said, and I saw Lana cast a disappointed look at me. The boy smiled as he pushed his head closer to me. “I’m going to be easy with you, new girl. Kiss the most attractive boy you can see outside the house.” “Kiss?” “Yes, honey, just a kiss, or you can as well drop the 100 dollar bill. You know the rules.” My mind went blank in a second, and I knew I was in a deep mess. My first kiss couldn’t be with a fucking stranger, and I didn’t have the money to spare.

“These aren’t apology flowers, doofus, they’re a bundle full of I-want-you, guilt-trip flowers from a guy who won’t take no for an answer.” “Ooh.” Camille whistled as she winced. “That’s bad.” I had to nod, also cringing in sympathy. “Real bad.” Gabby glanced toward us, nodding as well, only to blink in surprise as she focused on my face. Her scowl faltered, but she couldn’t quite morph it into a smile. “Kaitlynn. Hey. What’re you doing here?” “Longingly gazing at all the pretty flowers,” I answered honestly. Then I motioned to the half-mangled bouquet she’d just banged onto the countertop. “Those are some awesome roses.”

“Oh, and I should add that the booth has to be secluded. People should be able to feel the mystery of it all, speculating if he did kiss anyone or not… if there are no cameras in there, it’s perfect.” They all echoed their agreement, nodding like fucking lizards to her. The slacks of my pants still felt wet with the stain of coffee all over them. I leaned back in my chair, watching as they picked out colors and discussed how to put out the news. I stared at her through narrowed eyes, pushing my glasses up. She was beautiful…and I hated that I could fucking think that way. Anyone dating a guy like Lucas couldn’t, should not be beautiful.

It was Maddie. My eyes were glued to that small window. Maddie was kissing some surfer dude. She was sitting on his lap, and her bare thighs were rubbing against him. He slid his hands under her shirt and in one swift move, her shirt was flying off to the floor. She let out a soft moan and tipped her head back as he started kissing her neck. With one hand, he unhooked her bra, and she let it fall to the ground. The guy moved to bury his face between her breasts, and she arched herself closer to him, still a moaning mess. He started kissing her breasts, and that was when I lost it. I couldn’t watch anymore.

I heard someone write this on W*****d kissing booth and it got signed on N*****x Wow! I know it did. I cannot wait to watch it, sis.” Sherry said. “So, go get the popcorn popped and more drinks. Let's get our romance and drama on!’’ I said, laughing and getting excited. Sherry went into the kitchen. I heard the microwave on and the popcorn popping. Sherry came back in with popcorn sprite. We got Kissing Booth 2 on. Two hours later: We are bawling our eyes out. Why! Well, we could see that she just picked both. Sherry said.”