The First Time Kisses Novels & Stories

Her uncle point at the tv screen and she muttered an ‘ooh’ “So let try it,” He said again. “No...no...what!”Her eyes widened. Though she was naive at the time, but she was smart to know kissing is only between couples. “Common it is fun,” He said and without waiting for her to talk, he slammed his lips on hers. The kiss was slow and passionate and surprisedly, Nana liked it. She reciprocated enjoying what was going on between her and her uncle. He stopped the kiss and stared at her.”Do you like it?”

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

I kissed her tenderly and gently, not to scare her away. We parted our lips in need of air. I pressed our forehead together while panting for air and she was breathing heavily. I kissed the tip of her nose and I saw her close her eyes while smiling. When she opened her eyes, our gaze met and we smiled sweetly at each other. This is our first kiss together and I will cherish this moment 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!"

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.

It was confirmed he had come out of his hiding place and beat Bryan to death. He turned around, left his hiding place with all the pain in his heart. After the kiss was released, Bryan smiled at his lover's face which was like boiled crab. Really adorable, thought Bryan. Bryan gently rubbed Paula lips, "you blushed with your first kiss". Deg! Suddenly Paula gasped at the words of a boyfriend, nervousness overwhelmed him because Paula was confused about what to answer. "Hmm... Yeah first kiss", Paula was unsure of her own answer, because...

Then, I was pulled into a huge embrace in the next second as a rain of kisses almost suffocated me. "My f*cking God, Thank you, moon goddess! How could I not recognize you? How are you not dead yet?!" Edward started kissing my eyebrows, the tears in my eyes, my face, and my lips. He held me as if I would fly away in the next second. I closed my eyes and greeted his kisses. This was my first kiss, and it ultimately belonged to the person who should have it.

Relief flooded through me, chasing away the lingering fear. I gripped his shoulders, trying to steady myself. My breaths were shaky, my body trembling as the realization hit me—I was safe. James was here. Before I could speak, his hands moved to cup my face, and his lips crushed against mine. My First kiss. The kiss was hungry, desperate, and demanding. My mind went blank. I hadn’t expected this—couldn’t have anticipated it. This was my first kiss, and it was overwhelming in every way. The world around us—the music, the chatter, the commotion—faded into a dull hum.

That he's actually here, alive, whole. "Eveline," he says, his hand covering mine. Then he bends his head and captures my lips in a kiss. It's my first real kiss—not the awkward moment when I forced bread into his mouth, but an actual, intentional kiss. It starts off a little clumsy because I wasn't expecting it, but I close my eyes and let myself feel.

The scent of night jasmine clung to the air, thick and sweet, wrapping around us like a silent witness. We were still in the garden, the stars glinting above like curious eyes. His lips were warm on mine, commanding but unhurried, like he wanted me to feel every second of it. My first kiss. I had never imagined it would taste like this. Ripe, a little dangerous, and entirely him.