Myfirst 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 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.

“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.

There was not the slightest sign of someone having an episode. From an angle Mason could not see, she shot me a triumphant, taunting smile. "Cassandra, I'm heading out. When I'm back, we'll do the marking ceremony. Pick whichever ring you like. Don't worry about the money." Before I could respond, the two of them left. My heart slowly froze over. Mason was not even an Alpha when we first started dating five years ago. Still, he loved me deeply, and I could feel it. I was his first priority in everything.

I stare at it like it belongs to another life. And then… I feel it. A dull ache between my thighs. Heavy. Strange!. Tears sting my eyes before I can stop them. My first time. My first everything…kiss, touch… Everything!. And it’s a blur drowned in wine and heat. I’m about to silently scream when the sheets behind me shift…deep, masculine movement. I freeze. Slowly, I turn.

One wrong move could mean my life. His grip tightened, and a spark shot up my arm, tingling like fire and lightning coursing through my veins. I gasped involuntarily, unable to hide my reaction. This strange sensation had been happening every time he touched me, and I still couldn't understand it. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice deep and unyielding. I hesitated. My breath hitched as my chest tightened with fear, but disobeying him wasn't an option. Slowly, I raised my gaze to meet his, and the world seemed to stop.

It feels strange, realizing how little I really know about him. “And you?” Ghost asks, his eyes searching mine. I freeze, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. My first time wasn’t... exactly a choice. It wasn’t something I wanted, and the memory leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I hesitate, unsure how to even begin explaining it to him. The words feel heavy on my tongue, stuck somewhere between shame and anger.

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."

“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.

For the first time in a very long time, I feel… FREE…