First Time の小説・ストーリー

Blair groaned when she felt a sharp pain shoot up from beneath her abdomen as she sat up on the bed. Memories from the previous night flooded into her brain. She smiled, holding the blanket close to her body. She remembered every detail, every single one of his touch, the way his body felt against hers. He had been so gentle and sweet with her, giving her the best experience of her life. He had worshiped her like a goddess, making her feel like she was at the center of the universe. She felt contented that she had given her first time to him.

He can't. This shocked Margaret; not only of what he did but also on what she was doing. She murmured, "I'm sorry." She grabbed her bag and hurriedly got out in one quick flash. Abe was left there in stupor not knowing the next step. He sighed, "Again?" He recalled of the times this happened. He remembered the first time they did this dance. Their dance was never to each other’s tune but always a two-left-feet tango like a pair of angels strutting at the head of a pin. It's already been six years since their college graduation but the feelings never changed. A dash of shock, a sprinkle of awkwardness and an amalgam of other emotions poured right in; and maybe

Gwendolyn Stone Today, was just so annoying and embarrassing, I wouldn't let him kiss me without my permission anymore, now I just confirmed what people say to be true, he his a flirt, the idiot stole my first kiss, how dare him, I couldn't even do a , he must have been so pleased with himself. After thinking for hours, I fell asleep, I'm sure Damon's Parents were still downstairs but I cared less. Gerald Damon

Then a beautiful girl entered the classroom and sat beside him. " Hi! I'm Hailey." She said in a parky voice and smiled looking at him. " I'm Parth." He said and gave his hand for handshake. " Is it your first class today? Because, i didn't see you yesterday." Parth said. "Yeah,i didn't come yesterday." Hailey replied. " I am very nervous today because i have heard that seniors of this college are very dangerous.Is it so? She said curiously coupled with fear. " Who gave you wrong information? It's not true at all. They are very friendly and helpful." Parth said.

“You doing okay.” “Holden, it feels so good. It hurts a little but please don’t stop. And before I forget to tell you. I love you too. I have never stopped loving you. I am so glad I waited for this. You were meant to be my first and only.” That declaration of love from her made this feel like my first time too. No matter who came before her, they didn’t matter. This is the start of my life all over again.

It was the first time he had ever felt this way. ***

It was annoying at first since he only began calling her that after she got angry at him for the first time. "Give it back asshole." "Woah there fire ant...this is my schedule." "Fire ant, really?" "Yeah, you get all red when you're angry. Very ugly too by the way." "Fuck you." She spat. "Well look who's gotten vocal. Seems like the ant finally left her hill." "You're the first guy that ever showed interest in me. You are the first person to ever befriend me, the first guy to make my heart skip beats. My first date, first kiss, first sexual experiencefirst time. My first everything. I love you too...J."

Huuft, this is the first time in my life that I feel like I've been caught red-handed. Embarrassed. *****

He positioned himself, rubbing the tip against my entrance, coating himself in me. "Ready?" His voice was rough. But he waited for me, gray eyes searching mine—dominant, yet careful. I nodded, heart hammering in my chest as excitement buzzed. But fear nipped at its edges too. This was it—my first time, with a stranger in a lounge. There was no turning back. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. The stretch that followed was intense and new to me. Until a sharp pain sliced through the pleasure. I winced, biting down in my lower lip hard enough to stifle a cry.

She furrowed her brows, confused. “This is my first time having sex…” she said softly, voice a little shy. “But I thought… that was supposed to be left inside me.”