My First Time Novels & Stories

“Isn’t this excitement a bit too much… for horses?” I snapped my head around and glared playfully at him. “Just because you’ve seen them over and over doesn’t mean I have! This is my first time seeing a horse in real life. I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve never seen one up close before and I’m excited, okay?” “Oh.” Kellan’s expression softened. “I didn’t know that. Sorry.” “It’s fineee,” I said, dragging the word dramatically. “Now let’s get there already!”

I wanted to show her how much she meant to me, to make her feel cherished and loved. When she looked at me with tears in her eyes and whispered that she was mine, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I removed my remaining clothes and positioned myself at her entrance. The weight of what we were about to do sank in. It was her first time. It was us. “This is your first time,” I whispered. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” “I trust you,” she breathed, clutching me tightly. And so, slowly, I pushed inside. The intense heat, the constriction, the overpowering feeling of being enveloped by her nearly overwhelmed me.

A shiver racked me. “Caden…” A breath. “Hmm?” His hands slid from my waist to my ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. “I… this is my first time.” I blurted it, needing him to know. He went still, then turned me gently. His expression was so tender my throat tightened. “Okay. We go slow. We stop anytime. You tell me everything—what feels good, what doesn’t. This is about you. Okay?” I nodded, words gone.

It felt so good, and I didn’t want him to stop. When he finally moved down there, I felt my heart skip a beat. Of course, I wanted it, but it was my first time and I just didn’t know how to react. Every time he touched me, I got really aroused, and I was almost shaking at a point. He wanted to stop when he saw it was my first time, but heck no! Not after getting me so f*cking high. Even if we never do this again, I want all of it right now.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

“Well, it was MY first time definitely, and I’m ready for my second time, let’s go have a shower!” So we had our first time, 2nd time, and many more times after that.

Can't believe I said that,his hands clamped on my waist, the other sliding between us. The feeling was totally out of the world. I clutched my hand tightly around his waist, trying to get myself together as the heat of sensation spun down through my chest, unexpected and overwhelming “Finally” I whispered, I could hear myself trembling, half laughing “My fir.…... My first time.. Giving my first time to my brother My step brother…..OH MY GOSHH….. *********************

Delanie asked me. "Nothing surprising of course. Mr Levinson is just his usual greedy self. I was just wondering." I replied. "Wondering about what exactly?" Delanie asked me. "About what my first time would be like." I answered. "I don't get it. First time of what?" Delanie asked me. "Of sex of course. By the way my life is going right now i can tell it's going to be hell. Imagine being under or on top of a total stranger." I said.

Gabriel asks. “I want to try this.” I move down and grab his groin. “This is my first time and I still don’t know what I’m doing. Please do not be disappointed.” I said. “I will not be disappointed. Just looking at you know holding me makes me wanna come instantly.” Gabriel said.

As I lay spread across my bed, I suddenly feel a stir. Wait! Something is wrong. I cannot remember coming home with her. I feel her move again. My body stiffens, and I panic. Damn, this is so not how I wanted it to happen. I would have hoped our first time would have been one I would have at least remembered. Then she moves again. I might as well face the moment. I slowly open my one eye, bracing myself for the worst.