First Date Kinda Nervous Original Meme Novels & Stories

Nero had tried to act confident, but the way his hands fumbled as he unbuttoned my shirt gave him away. The memory is so vivid, it almost makes me laugh. I can still hear the way he’d cursed under his breath when he couldn’t get my bra undone. And me? I was no better, blushing furiously and trying to hide how nervous I was. We’d been so in love, so eager to be together in every way, but gods, we were clueless. Wait. I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. How am I remembering that? My heart starts to race as more memories flood in—memories of us, of Nero and me. The first time we kissed, that tentative, awkward brush of lips when we were just teenagers.

“Wet.” “Ew.” Kate giggled. “Seriously, though, were you nervous? Was it good?” “Yes.” Camille looked down at her dubious school lunch and smiled. “And yes.” She looked back at her friend. “I mean it wasn’t great. It hurt a little, but…it’s supposed to hurt the first time, right?” Kate was nodding before she finished the question. “Yeah. It’s a major thing, but after the first time, it’s supposed to get better.”

Immediately I saw the clip I chuckled sheepishly because it was a clip of what I called ‘My Epic Embarrassment’ and as I said, I’m gonna be the topic of the week at Jerseyville High School and I am. “Plight? isn’t it a bit too harsh, and how are we sharing it” I asked Lisa while making a sullen facial expression, because it’s the only news I’m seeing. “Aww, why’s your face like that, like I said, we are sharing the plight together” She tries to console me, then she swipe across her phone, the shoved it to my face, I don’t know if it was due to pent up aggression or something else, But what I saw on her phone, was definitely enough to make Lisa mad with embarrassment. It read;

I asked. "The first one was very shy, the day we had our first kiss dude was shaking and sweaty. Not to talk of the very sloppy and wet kiss, he was literally rubbing all his nerdy saliva on me. I was so mad I broke up with him right there" she said, making a disgusted face. I looked at her laughing.

What if he had forgotten about the date and went out with his friends? What if he was playing truth or dare with his friends? What if he was hanging out with Samantha, Sharon or Khloe? I heard the sound of the doorbell, jolting me out of my train of thoughts. I quickly rushed to the window. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I caught a glimpse of my boyfriend's car. My palms suddenly became sweaty. Why was I nervous? It was my boyfriend, not a stranger. I guess I was nervous because it was our first date. What if he was disappointed with my outfit?

I forgot my usual line! "Yes. I'm a lover," he repeated. "B-But you know that I don't ..." "Date?" He smirked. "Of course I know that." “So why do you will i still be dating? You know what my answer will be! "I deliberately raised my voice so as not to notice the tremor. Heck, I don't even remember being as nervous as this for a confession! I didn’t even feel any of that. I found it normal, until I got used to how mambasted. This time, my rationality was thrown out.

" I won't hurt you, you know that right? " " I know but... " " But what? " He asked softly but urgently. I look into his Frosty eyes for a while then smile gently when I realized he's worried. " I'm fine. I.. I'm only nervous because it would be my first if I... If we... " " Make Love? " He finished for me and I nodded carefully. " Why? Because I'm different? " " No " I protest as I lower my gaze " it's my first time. It's normal if I feel nervous "

But instead, what I blurted out was, “I don’t really remember…..you know, the first night. The night we met." My face burned instantly. Why did I tell him that? Kade raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious?" I bit my lip. "It was my first time," I admitted, feeling shy. "And I barely remember it because I was drunk.” He stared at me for a moment, his expression making heat curl in my stomach. Then he leaned closer, his hand grazing my knee before sliding up my arm. "Then," he whispered, bringing his face closer and his lips brushing mine, "You won’t forget this time."

“How do we do this? Should we order something first? Make it look normal?” I glanced around. A couple of girls at the next table were already stealing looks in our direction. “Yeah, coffee is fine. Nothing too… couple-y yet.” Jace waved over the barista and ordered two coffees. When she left, he turned back to me. “You look nervous.” “I am nervous,” I admitted, my fingers tracing the edge of the table. “This feels weird and everyone’s watching. Or at least it feels like they are.” He gave a small laugh, but it sounded a little strained. “Tell me about it. I’ve been getting texts from the guys all morning asking how our first date is going.”

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."