My First Time Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the reality of what was about to happen overwhelmed me, leaving me caught between nervousness, fear, and a vulnerability I had never felt before. “Wait… please,” I whispered, my voice trembling. I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself before finally admitting what had been weighing on my mind. “Slowly… please. It’s my first time.” His eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard by my confession. For a moment, he seemed frozen, as if he hadn't expected it at all. “Your first time?” he whispered, his voice strained with disbelief. He took a shaky breath, fighting to steady himself despite how badly he wanted to keep going.

Euphoria took over me and I moaned his name few times before he came up and gave me a peck. ****** We both just laid there lazily and came down from our highs. He rolled over and after cleaning ourselves we cuddled. "Thank you." I expressed the gratitude I was feeling towards him. He literally made me feel special and made my first time memorable. No matter where we would be in our lives in the future but I would never forget that this was my first time and he made me feel like I was some sacred stone that he was touching for the first time and just in awe and respect.

He answered me. I can't take it anymore! Is there any limit how a person can be cute? This is totally insane! Jesse is right. I am the dumbest person in the world! What the hell are feelings? It's my first time having this kind of feelings. What should I do? "Matthew, you're spacing out again" He stated. "I'll find out soon" I thinking out loud. "What?" Shit.

" I tugged my hand out of his grip and walked away. Stupid ass, how could he just be so plain with it, Ugh. "Emma I was joking, stop walking away from me." He shouted running up to me. "Can't you take a joke?" He chuckled. "No, because it's not funny! Tristan, I'm a virgin and-and i-I'm really scared. I don't wanna make the wrong choice." I looked down at my bare feet. "I know you are. I'm really sorry, but I promise to make your first time amazing and special. Just think of how good it'll feel when I'm inside you and you are not able to breathe properly because of the pleasurable pain.

My mind supplies a million reasons why that’s a terrible idea — the biggest being that he could break me in a way I’d never recover from. But my body is busy performing some kind of hormonal mating ritual while my heart sings hallelujah like it hasn’t learned a damn thing. I hate how weak I feel. “You … that … scares the shit out of me,” I admit. “Ditto,” he murmurs. Then, softly, “It’s your first time.” Not sure if it’s a question or a statement.

He followed seconds later, groaning as he pulled out and came across my thigh. I slid down the wall, panting, legs jelly. The second man knelt, offered himself gently. I shook my head—no more tonight—but the invitation hung there. People murmured approval. Someone clapped softly. I pulled my jeans up with trembling hands, mask still hiding my flushed face. My body hummed, sore and satisfied and terrified all at once. This was my first time. And God help me, it felt so fucking good.

The thought of having that magnificent thing in my mouth, of exploring its texture and taste, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, a mix of excitement and nervous apprehension. "I...I haven't done this before," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, a confession that hung heavy in the air. "This is my first time. I'll be so bad at it." My eyes, drawn to the raw power of his arousal, couldn't seem to look away. The sheer size of him, the pulsing veins that snaked along its length, the glistening tip that seemed to beckon me closer, it was all so new, so overwhelming. "There's a first time for everything," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrat

I grunted, spreading my legs and lifting them up, offering my pussy to them. “Fuck, it's so pink,” a finger runs over my slit, down to my anus. “We're going to take here too baby girl.” Oh. “Yes, please. Everywhere.” I feel someone's body on top of mine. He doesn't speak, no one does, and I feel the head of his dick at my entrance. “Breathe,” he hushed. I took in a deep breath and I felt the cock slip past my folds. “Ohhh,” I gasped as I felt the dick go into me, for the first time in my life.

I watch from the small window in the door before entering, it’s true what they say about your firsts, you always remember them. I remember the first time I hunted with my father, the first time I rode a horse, the first time switching on the light, using the telephone and the first time touching a woman…. It also means I remember the first time I tortured a man, the first time I killed, the first battle, the first loss.

What I’d probably never have again. The moaning kept going. Up and down. Like a tide. Different positions. Different rhythms. The kind of session that left you wrung out and boneless after. I’d never had that. Not with Mateo, who treated sex like a chore and was done in five minutes. Not with my high school crush, Danny whatever, who fumbled through my first time in the back of his car at nineteen. That had been my “first time.” Quick. Awkward. Painful. I’d bled and spent the next week panicking I was pregnant, too embarrassed to buy Plan B, convinced my life was over.