My First Time Novels & Stories

"Remember we talked about this adventure being things I was doing for the first time? Well, let me make a list for you. When you kissed me the first time it was the first time my body had ever responded to a kiss. When you called me this afternoon I heard your voice and felt my panties get wet. Riding on your motorcycle all the way here was another first. As we rode up the highway I had never held a man in my arms for more than a five second hug. I'd never seen a penis hard before. I'd never been washed by anyone since I was a very little girl. I'd never been licked down there... or seen down there. And then you fucked my brains out! I know what that means now! I'd read it before but didn't

She furrowed her brows, confused. “This is my first time having sex…” she said softly, voice a little shy. “But I thought… that was supposed to be left inside me.”

And I send a silent prayer to the Goddess for simply letting us be. “What?” Justin asked, taking a step toward me. “Are you having second thoughts?” His voice was worried, and the fact that he cared so deeply moved me to the point where my throat closed uncomfortably. I coughed to clear it. “What? Oh, no!” I allowed a nervous smile to cross my lips. “I just… I haven’t…” “I know. Your pace, remember?” His smile was too sexy to belong to me. To be mine. I felt my cheeks burn. “Yes. But I also didn’t think my first time with … a male would be…” I ran my hand through my hair, trying to hide both the embarrassment and excitement that I felt. “I know you’ve done thi

He positioned himself, rubbing the tip against my entrance, coating himself in me. "Ready?" His voice was rough. But he waited for me, gray eyes searching mine—dominant, yet careful. I nodded, heart hammering in my chest as excitement buzzed. But fear nipped at its edges too. This was it—my first time, with a stranger in a lounge. There was no turning back. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. The stretch that followed was intense and new to me. Until a sharp pain sliced through the pleasure. I winced, biting down in my lower lip hard enough to stifle a cry.

The morning sun climbed higher and the light through the window turned from pale to gold. "Can I ask you something?" I said. "Anything." "The first time you ever did that. Were you nervous?" He set down his fork. "Terrified. I was seventeen. Her name was Claire. We were in her basement. It lasted about thirty seconds." I laughed. "Thirty seconds?" "Maybe less. I was so embarrassed I did not talk to her for a week." "That makes me feel better." "Good. First times are always awkward. That is the point. They are not about being perfect. They are about being new."

HOLY SHIT! My first time was soooo not this good. Virgins are supposed to be clumsy, awkward, nervous, and generally unsure. And foreplay? HA, that was barely a thing least of all pleasant. My first time had actually turned me off to sex for at least a year. My second time was better, but the guy wasn’t a virgin. And even then, most guys I’ve been with are selfish and more worried about getting theirs than my pleasure.

“You’re hurting me by not fucking me right now.” I let out a huff of a laugh. Starting to feel the nerves build. I’m about to do it, with the man that has made my mind, thoughts and body his own before I even knew his name. I want to do it right, better than right. It’s my first time with him for crying out loud. A lot of firsts, my first time with a man, my first time with the only man I’ve ever wanted, and the only man I’d ever want.

He asked in the most calm and sexy voice I have ever heard him speak. I took in a deep breath and nodded my head. “No, I want to hear your answer. I want you to say it.” He stated. “Yes you can.” I replied and Caden smiled. Slowly, Caden unbuttoned my shirt. My breath hitched and my nervousness increased. It was going to be my first time and I was really scared and nervous. I heard first times are always painful and I did not want to think of how painful it would be. Caden kissed me as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt.

“Just let me feel it.” I nodded, trembling, heart hammering, hands slick with my own nervous sweat as I fumbled with the zipper of my pants and gripped the base of my cock. I ran my hand along it as her thighs spread wider, warm and inviting, and I pressed the tip against her. The slick heat was overwhelming, a wet, tight welcome that made my knees wobble. “Now,” she whispered, voice low and urgent. “Put it in me.” I inhaled sharply, cock throbbing in my hand, slick pre-cum coating it. My first time. My first real entry. I pushed forward, and the warmth engulfed me instantly. A moan ripped from my chest before I could stop it.

I asked, bewildered. He chuckled as he fixed his gaze on me. "Was it your first time?" he asked. I narrowed my eyes. "First time for what?" I wanted to know. "Was this your first time to attend a party, and to be invited over to someone else's house?" he made it clear. I nodded deliberately. "Yes. This was my first time to attend such a wild party, to drink intoxicating alcohol, and to be invited to come over to another's house. In fact, it was my first time to roam around the city," I asserted.