The First Time Kiss Novels & Stories

His question hung in the air, laden with hope. Overwhelmed by emotion, I found my voice. "I would love to," I affirmed, my heart swelling with newfound joy. An electrifying tension enveloped us, magnified by his proximity. As Mark inched closer, a flurry of emotions surged within me. Could this be my first kiss? His touch brushed against my cheek, and I leaned in, meeting him halfway. Our lips met, and time seemed to pause – a gentle, tentative kiss, our connection deepening with each heartbeat.

He nuzzles around the corner of my lips so amazingly that I completely feel out of my mind. He sucks my lips and I moan out. My chest rises like the hills and plain with my heavy and fast breaths. "Zion, she is going to come," I say between the kiss. He holds my face with both of his hands and then, pecks on my lips and leaves me. What is that? What the hell was that? That is my first kiss. That is my first fucking kiss and I fucking love that kiss so much.

His eyes searched mine for permission, and despite my racing heart, I nodded. His kiss was soft, tender, and it sent a thrill through me that I had never felt before. It was nothing like what I had imagined a first kiss would be in the books I had read or the movies I had watched in secret. This was real, and it was happening with a man I had grown to trust despite the dangerous world he inhabited. His lips moved against mine, gentle yet firm, and I felt a response in me that was both surprising and terrifying.

Never in my life did I think I would have to kiss my best friend. Cillian moved closer. I hesitated a little, but there was no way to escape. Rowan was watching us. In an instant, Cillian captured my lips, kissing me slowly and passionately. I found myself melting into him, returning the kiss. And this is my first time kissing my best friend.

Eva I've never wanted to kiss anyone before. Not like that, I mean. Before Nathan showed up and changed my whole life. I kissed a guy for the first time during that summer holiday a few years back. But he wasn't my boyfriend or anything. He was just a guy from our neighborhood and we used to hang out together. I hated it.

, he giggled and place his lips on mine. I couldn't find myself on the earth then. My first ever kiss. It was happening. Though it was not even close to an actual kiss, our lips only met. He didn't do anything, just his lips remained sticking with mine. I closed my eyes to feel more deeply. He didn't suck or nibbled my lips. That first kiss of my life was so pure, so cute. I could never forget that ever in my life. After a few seconds, he parted me away and cupped my face. Then he kissed my forehead as I buried myself in his arms. He embraced me in himself and claimed my heart forever.

I closed my eyes and waited for contact when I felt real, warm, and soft lips on mine. It was my first kiss. It was sweet. It was hot, light but short. "WOW!"

I kissed him back. The kiss was so intense. I raised my hand and wrap them tightly around his neck as I kissed him back at the same pace. This is my first kiss in my entire 24 years. What exactly is wrong with me? It was my first time and also the best kiss I would ever have. I shut my eyes slowly and enjoyed the moment. But then... All of a sudden, I was awakened from my dream and I realized what I had just done. I opened my eyes and widened them in horror ad I pushed him off my body. I was still panting so hard and at the same time shivering.

Callista. I’ve been kissed before. Numerous times, in fact. My first was a boy in fifth grade who’d told me my hair looked pretty that day, and I had been blushing like crazy. Back then we were yet to go through puberty, so it didn’t really make sense. It was just something we had seen older people do, which automatically meant it was a cool thing to do. Then, at recess when we were playing, he'd suddenly appeared next to me, and asked for a kiss. Just like that. I was honestly taken aback, and my mind had been screaming, “Take it! Take it, you fool, this is a one-way ticket to the big leagues!” at me. Back then, all the popular girls had all been kissed, and who didn’t want to be similar to