My First Time Novels & Stories

My whole body tightened. I came embarrassingly so fast, chest heaving, my back arching off the bed. He straightened, and our lips met again, intense and passionate. He joined me again on the bed and parted my thighs with his. He entered me with one, hard thrust. Pain shot through me despite how much my body had welcomed him. He was my first. He had no idea. Of all the people in the world, my first time had somehow happened with a man I barely knew, a man I had met only hours ago. Yet lying beneath him, I didn't feel ashamed.

My arms wrapped around my knees, pulling them close to my chest like I could protect myself if I stayed small enough. That was when the tears came, they poured out of my eyes without warning, hot and heavy. I didn’t sob at first, instead I just sat there, shaking, breathing too fast, staring at nothing. My chest hurt and my throat burned. “I was used,” I whispered, my voice breaking. The words sounded strange out loud, like they didn’t belong to me. Like they belonged to someone else. My hands trembled as I pressed them against my face. “It was my first time,” I whispered again. “I was a virgin…”

That’s when I noticed that he didn’t have his clothes on anymore because I could feel his stiff manhood behind me. “I let you enter yourself in this position last time. Do it now.” I got even more excited so I didn’t flake anymore. I lift my ass, position myself in him, and slowly enter. I’m a little nervous because this is my first time doing this. I don’t know what feeling I would expect.

I thought he was going to have sex with me but clearly I was wrong. “Your first time won’t be in the dark and on the grass,” he answered my unspoken question. “The first time I take you, I want to be able to savor every second with you. I can’t do that here and not now when I am five seconds away from bursting in my pants.”

His fingers paused, still pressing against me, but he didn't pull away completely. 'I... I've never...' I trailed off, biting my lip, unable to say it outright. The words stuck in my throat, it was my first time. Instead of grinding against him like some experienced girl, I just stood there, trembling, my hands clutching at his shirt for balance rather than pulling him closer.

A breathy moan escaped my lips as I panted softly. Excitedly, Richard said, "I've never seen anyone like you—clearly wanting it so bad, yet still being so reluctant." As I forced myself to suppress the desire within me, I muttered breathlessly, "I-I've never done this before. This is my first time." That only seemed to excite him more. He pulled the car over immediately.

Kayla “You want me to…?”my voice trailed off at the end. I looked up at him, that usual grin not leaving his face. “I don't mind having my way with you,”he told me. My face flushed red. He makes me think of sinful things. “I've never really touched myself" my voice came off whispery. I've never said this to a guy before. “There's always a first time" he replaced his surprised expression with a casual one. He came closer to me, bending down and taking my hands in his.

His voice was so gentle it made the tears spill over. I turned in his arms, burying my face against his chest. He held me tighter, one hand stroking my hair, the other rubbing slow circles on my back. “It’s okay to feel overwhelmed,” he murmured. “Your first time is a lot. Especially with someone like me.” I nodded against his skin, too embarrassed to speak. I felt small. Vulnerable. Ashamed… but also strangely safe in his arms. He kissed the top of my head. “Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

Because this is my first time having intercourse and I have heard the first time hurt a lot. "What's wrong darling?" He asks worriedly. "Umm, this is my first doing all of this so I'm scared that it will hurt a lot." I reply gulping in fear. "I can't say that it won't hurt but I will try to be gentle as much as I can." He assures me while kissing me on the forehead. I nod my head but don't say anything in response.

I lay there in silence, just listening to my own breathing. Maybe this was all because it was my first time. Yeah? Maybe that was it. Maybe I was just overwhelmed by the newness of it all. The sensations, the unfamiliarity, the shock of being touched like that for the first time, it had to be messing with my head. It had to be why I was thinking about Derrick when I should be thinking about Shawn. It made sense. Or at least I tried to make it make sense. The first time is always overwhelming, right? Maybe it tricks you into believing you feel more than you do.