Myfirst Time Story Novels & Stories

I met Roman for the first time on my first day as a freshman. I could still remember that day. His side profile was sharp and handsome. His bright smile revealed perfectly white teeth. With him, I experienced my first conversation, my first confession, my first time holding hands, my first kiss, and so much more. All of my firsts had been with him. The memories weighed heavily on me. No matter how much time passed, they never faded. It had been years since I last returned. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and moss covered the walls.

Maya joined us, sitting on the swing’s armrest. “Twenty-five years,” she said softly. “That’s… a long time.” “It is,” I agreed. “And somehow not long enough.” Lila leaned against the railing. “Tell the story again. The first day.” I laughed—quiet, fond. “You’ve heard it a thousand times.” “Tell it anyway.” So I did. I told them about the duffel bag the size of a small country. About tripping and nearly face-planting. About the icy blue eyes that studied me like I was an opponent on the field.

I am so nervous. "Hey?" He said and when I look at him, he is smiling at me. I smiled back. I can't keep my proper posture when it comes to him. I can't be myself... why? "Oh, I remember, are you making a new story?" He asked me. "Ah, yes I am currently planning the plot of it" I replied. "Oh, another romance story I guess" he said smiling at me. "Yes, but I think I will make a romance story about two males" I said not thinking that it is the most embarrassing thing I said in the whole day.

Also I didn't want to focus the story on myself, because that would have been selfish and not honorable to everyone else who experienced much worse. Plus I wrote this story to share how scary first dates can be. I'm not saying that having a first date is bad or no one should date at all. But first dates can be extremely nerve wrecking, since you only have one chance to impress the person you are dating. I went on a lot of first dates, the majority of them have been either awkward, strange, boring, or depressing. Some of the first dates I've been on have been amazing, romantic, and beautiful. But for the most part, most of my first dates has been not the greatest. This story is about a first

I got alarmed seeing him impatient. "Aslan..." I called him meekly licking my dry lips. He hovered over me and peered into my eyes intensely. "It won't get in…" I uttered shaking my head. He gave a thoughtful look. "It will... But is it your first time?” He asked caressing my forehead with his one hand. What does he mean by first time? Monkey. I never had boyfriend before. All my life I loved him and till date I'm loving only him. I shook my head in affirmation. He stayed silent for some second but then chuckled softly. He leaned down further and kissed my forehead with warmth.

I even hold back my own breathing as I seem to be hearing it, weirdly. “You look scared. Just relax.” After saying that in a cold deep voice, it didn’t help me at all and only made my heartbeat race. “I-I'm nervous…” I growled. “Nervous? Why?” “H-Huh? Ah— cause... This is my first time.” My head bent down slightly as I lowered my gaze to my hands clasping tightly while resting on my thigh. “I'm sorry. I had never experienced anything like that before, so I couldn't help but feel anxious and scared of pain. I also thought that I will do my first time with the person I truly love...”

he asked instead and I nodded vigorously "Of course...I went in tenth grade...it was amazing although I got soaked in the rain"I remarked recalling the first time I went on my first camp trip. It was good but something bad happened "What happened?" he asked surprising me not sure if it was him who wanted to know how my first time at the camp was

- because I was like you in the few hours left He looked interested to hear more, So I told the story from the beginning - all of the stories start from two years ago, I was setting in the park writing my new novel, and that's when he arrived, his name is Max, the strongest one in our school, I felt something strange after I saw him, something made me so weak, something make me made me out of my mind, something made me go to him and says... - what's the time now? - time? Hmmm, it's eleven o'clock - still morning - yeah - do you have any programs today?

I had my first kiss with him, my first sex which I still remember vividly. I still remember the day we first met. I think it was love at first sight. He made me feel so many things at once and he still makes me feel the same way. We first started as best friends. He was so caring, respectful and handsome. A perfect gentleman. Everything was going well until Ade decided to end our relationship because of a silly mistake. But now I am going to get him back. He belongs to me. ****

Unfortunately, this time the feelings turned out to be unrequited and I can’t help myself from staying away from him. We see each other everyday. We do things in the same building. He was everywhere. How can I afford to stay away from him? Whether he likes it or not, I wasn’t going to kill this feeling. “Just do it.” I whispered through the kiss. Without a word, he gradually pushed his dick into my wet pussy. It was tight and didn’t pass through. He made a second attempt which hurt me and I lifted my gaze at him. “It’s… my first time.” I informed him in a low tone and he was ultimately surprised.