Kissing Teenage Novels & Stories

“Why do you say that?” “Because you are pretty and I like you already. Do you have a boyfriend?” “I am thirteen.” “That’s a being a teenager already, some of my frien…acquaintances from school have girlfriends already. So since you have never had a boyfriend that means you haven’t kissed anyone before?” “Only my dad.” He laughed. “One of my dad’s girlfriends forced me to kiss her once. I don’t know if I liked it but she had her tongue all over my face and that was disgusting.”

EMBER Kaden Marx is kissing me. My inner thirteen-year-old swooned and, typically for me, tripped over a trash can and went crashing to the floor. Of course, twenty-three-year-old me, the one actually being accosted by those full lips, was just as close to swooning. My legs barely held me up, and my knees threatened to buckle. Because oh. My. God. Kaden fucking Marx was actually kissing me, and I was pretty sure he was sober and doing it of his own free will. Imagine that?

Cade I watched her go and went to find my seat. I took a deep breath. I knew where Kaya was coming from. No one should be touched if they don't want to be. I had been guilty of stealing a kiss from a few unexpected girls as a teenager. They didn't ask to be kissed, but I wanted to kiss them, so I did. But that was a foreign thing to Kaya and all of the North. It was something they would never even think of. Not to mention this guy had to grab Kimi's butt too.

I lean up on my tiptoes kissing his soft lips. Reece doesn’t hesitate deepening the kiss, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues swirl together in a battle for dominance. Reece sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and I giggle, the sensation sending tingles through me. He breaks away from the kiss, and I turn back to Raikin who kisses me eagerly.

Hailey's POV This is so wrong, but I can't stop. I'm addicted, I'm starving, taking him all in, holding on to his lips for dear life. It's so erotic, the way our lips are connected, the way it moves— lips smacking, our tongues touching. It makes my pussy so needy for him. My lower lip goes between his teeth, and I moan when it slips out with a loud smack, the handkerchief leaving my hand. The kiss gets more intense and his right hand moves to my waist, crushing my body against his hard toned body. My hand instinctively go to his neck, and then to the back of his head. We are smooching like horny high school teenagers that are scared of being caught. It's hurried, an adrenaline rush, steamy.

“I would absolutely push any bitch who isn’t you off of me.” “Good,” she said, and lifted on to her toes to kiss me. Kimi started to make gagging noises. “Wait until you’re in your own room.” Rose broke the kiss laughing, “Says the pregnant teenager.”

"All the boys my age are boring. My first kiss has to be special, with someone that gives me the chills, and burns. And the setting has to be special." She tilts her head to the side and press her fingers on her lips as if she's thinking. "Like under the rain, or with flowers dropping from the sky." She starts laughing. "I remember one time a boy in my school who's been talking with me for only a week tried kissing me in the hallway. In the hallway." She says the words with obvious disgust. "I nearly had a panic attack."

She gave a final look at Jacob who seems to be watching her every move and every step, turned her back, and head on home. Walking home alone, Alexandra is still high up in the clouds. She can’t believe that she almost had her first kiss on the lips. Late bloomer, yes she thinks so too. During her teenage years, the majority of Alexandra’s classmates already have their significant others. Although some stayed “single”, they eventually would be revealed to have someone they consistently flirt with. She used to see them going out on dates, hold hands outside the campus, and even inside the campus during breaks. The boys would visit the girl’s classroom, or buy food at the cafeteria together wit

Under the moonlight, she kissed my lips, moving with more conviction than the last time, We were two teenagers, exploring life, making mistakes, and understanding ourselves together, yet I felt like I was cheating on her already, like I was hurting her without even doing anything. We eventually got a cab which quietly drove us back to the dorm. As we pulled up in front of the hostel, Lisa leaned over and kissed me one more time, her lips soft and warm against mine, the leather beneath my ass pulling me to sink into it. “Take all the time you need,” she whispered as she pulled away. “And there’s no pressure to say yes, let’s just not get weird.”

She's giving me that puppy dog look of hers, even though she's 18, it's still effective. "Fine. Mark kind of... kissed me last night," I confess, avoiding eye contact once more. "What?!" Maya nearly shouts. "It's like, you know, lovey-dovey stuff because nobody's going to believe it if you're not inseparable. You have to always be together, holding hands, kissing on the cheek, forehead, or maybe even lips. It's how teenagers date at that age," she explains.