My First Time Novels & Stories

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.

He was panting harder, but this time, it wasn’t because of any desire. “Last night, that was…my first time. I’ve never been with anybody else. Not even Noah.” I whispered, drawing my arms around my middle. Liam’s eyes widened in surprise. His face instantly became softer. “Are you serious?” I opened my mouth to say more but, I just didn’t have time to do this right now. I had to get out of his house. And I had to get out of here without his mom or dad, or Noah, seeing me.

His words felt like something he’d carried for a long time. “I said, it was my first time.”

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.”

He stripped me like someone opening a package. His touch was rough. Cold. Unfeeling. I clenched my jaw, squeezed my eyes shut, and endured the pain. When the moment broke, a scream tore out of me. My first time—the one I saved all my life—was gone in the hands of a man who didn’t deserve to look at me. When it was finally over, I lay there shaking, tears drying on my cheeks. Then something shifted. His breathing slowed. The air crackled. A strange, powerful