My First Girlfriend Was A Gal Novels & Stories

I turned to Dylan who had also been in the car with me and watching me take off my nail polish. "Yeah?" "Look, it's gonna be fine in there, okay? Geez, you make it look like you're gonna die or something" "You don't understand Dylan. They all know we're dating which is all your fault if I might add. They'll whisper and stare and laugh a_" "Laugh? They're not gonna laugh silly, they'll admire you" "Admire?" "Yes cause you're my first girlfriend since Lucy and that was in elementary school" "You had a girlfriend in elementary s_"

She was my princess, and I knew she will rule my heart like a queen when we will grow old. I am smart, brave, and very over-protective of the person whom I love. I love the concept of saving the damsel in distress. But then everything went down the hill when I discovered who my girlfriend is. My Girlfriend had kept one of the biggest truths of her life from me. My Girlfriend was never a damsel in distress. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen!

“Human first, extraordinary second… but always, intimately… together.” They moved with natural rhythm, a dance of trust and passion. Fingers intertwined, breaths mingled, and each touch grounded Damian further while letting desire flow freely. The past storm had tested them physically, strategically, and emotionally—but in the aftermath, intimacy became both a reward and a reinforcement of trust.

He said softly, tucking a strand of my hair away. “Wow. Mal, I'm surprised. You..” wow. I was too speechless to speak. Like Malcolm was handsome, he would have had lots of girls flocking around him back in college. I saw the way girls wanted to be with him. I got so jealous when they asked for his number from me. “I’ve never had a girlfriend before Emery. And I did not have sex, not until you. You're my first.” He explains yet again. He never had a girlfriend!!!

I knew I was going to make her my wife. The same night we met, I took her home, and we made love. I could still remember her expression the next morning when she woke up and realized we were both naked. The way she had scrambled for her clothes, apologizing and trying to leave—it still brought a smile to my face. But I didn’t let her go. I had already decided—she was mine. And from that moment on, I declared her as my girlfriend.

"And I told you before you're more than just a fling to me. So what does that make you, Kar? God, I know we hardly know each other and want to work this out. But you're not just a fling and you're sure not just friends with benefits so in my definition that only leaves you to be my girlfriend. And seeing that douchebag yesterday and hearing him say that word, made me know it. As I can't bear to hear someone else call you that. So I don't care as what you see me and you can take your time to think about it, but to me you're my girlfriend." My face surely looks ridiculous at the moment as my eyes are as wide as can be, and my jaw has dropped to god knows where. Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfrie

"Then you met me." His arm, wrapped securely around me, pulled me closer to his body. "You know," he began, "I’ve never had a girlfriend before. Never been in a relationship or anything like that. You were the first girl I asked to be my girlfriend, and you turned me down. You were not only the first girl I asked you were my first rejection too." My eyes widened in surprise. He had never mentioned this before. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. Seeing my flustered state, he continued with a mischievous smile.

I bit my bottom lip, clenching my thighs more than okay with that plan. “Ugh, just gross! Why can’t I have a normal conversation with the first girlfriend of yours I could actually like.” Gabby groaned, rolling her eyes. I raised an eyebrow. It was the first time anyone’s called me his girlfriend. Hell, he hadn’t even called me that. But then again, we’ve only been official since lunch.

I slowly nodded. Hm he is correct. "So I am going to tell you about my past relationships. At 12th standard I had a girlfriend. Her name was Sandra. She was my first. She was really beautiful and I got trapped in her beauty. We crossed our limits and one day she broke up with me. I was loyal to her but she was not". He said. I don't know what to say. So I remained silent. He said she was his first. That means he had relationships after that too.

I cradled her face in my hands. "Baby, I have another confession. I've never asked anyone to be my girlfriend before. Not really. Not since high school, when I dated a girl for two weeks. We held hands like the teenagers we were. I'm not looking for us to end. I'm crazy about you."