First Date Kinda Nervous Vine Novels & Stories

He ran a hand through his hair and drew a ragged breath. "I am so sorry, Viv. I am the one who is nervous." He grinned and turned away from her before she saw the blush rising. Vivian touched his silky long hair. Tonight it was lying across his shoulder gently waving in the breeze. Her voice was low and raspy with need and Vince felt it. It tingled all the way to his toes, making his head spin like the cheap whiskey from the saloon. "Why don't you meet me in fifteen minutes in the stable?"

And not in a good way! “You will get used to this, Kitten. First, I suppose wine would help with the nerves.” He says softly, reaching to the side table to grab a glass. He pressed it to my lips. “Open.” I tilt sideways to glare at him. Big mistake. That only makes us make eye contact, and it is jarring to have his face suddenly so close to mine. “I'm not nervous!” He easily maintains eye contact, sending an involuntary blush searing through my face. “You are. Now open your mouth, Kitten, and take some wine. I'm trying to make your first time go smoothly, don't piss me off. I'm not very patient.”

Sebastian I am nervous. I have never been nervous to go on a date with a woman before. Not ever in my life. Yet I am. The amber liquid swirls around in my crystal glass, brandy is needed to calm my nerves. Whilst I try to ascertain exactly why I have a fluttering sensation in my stomach I knock my brandy back in one, just to take the edge off. Even the mountain views from my wrap around balcony do nothing to pacify me.

Deacon I stand here in my garage smoking cigarette after cigarette, to help kill the goddamn nerves that keep resurfacing when I think I've pushed them fucking deep down. I wasn't this fucking nervous on our first two dates, and that's because all we planned on doing was fuck each other's brains out. Date number three is so fucking different, though. Tonight is the night we open up to each other about ourselves and let the other in. I'm not going to fucking sit here and say I'm not worried, because I've never been more worried about anything when it comes to a girl before. Myla has fucking changed me more than I fucking know it, more than I'd like to admit to myself.

How this woman always managed to take my breath away! Would it always be like this? Would I always stand gawking like a total loser when I saw her? I’m whipped. Absolutely and pathetically whipped. Realising I was staring, my cheeks heated and I darted my eyes, not sure where to look, “you look amazing Virginia,” I croak huskily, my hand rubbing nervously at the back of my neck. Why the hell do I feel so nervous? I’ve been on a date with Virginia; I’ve had sex with her for Christ's sake!

"If I am emotionally challenged, you're—forget it. We were supposed to be on a date. I don't think anyone argues on their very first date. Or any other date." I nodded. "Do you realize it's our first date?" I asked, even not believing it myself. He answered, "Well, it indeed is." I was feeling uneasy. It was as if someone was watching me. When I looked at the windows, I found no one. "What's wrong, Viana?" Without a second thought, I blurted out, "I just felt like being watched." Suddenly, Vayden's phone started ringing. He picked it up while I continued eating.

“You’re jumpy.” I lift a shoulder. No sense in denying it. “It’s just jitters. I’ve never, uh, done this before.” “This is your first cup of tea? Seriously?” He’s teasing, and it’s silly, but I appreciate it. The tightness in my chest loosens a little. “First human date,” I say. “Should I have waited for a full moon run and cut you off from the pack?”

At twenty one, I have never slept with a guy even if I have dated just a few. I did not think of it as something that was important and a must do in a relationship. "Since it's your first time, it's going to hurt but I promise to be gentle," Caden said softly. I nodded my head in agreement. I felt assurance as I stared at his eyes as he said those words. It calmed me down and the nervousness I felt, left. I wanted to enjoy every bit of what Caden was going to do to my body. Caden slipped in a finger in my vagina and played with my clitoris.

I guess it was just the timing since I was mostly in a shitty mood because of what happened to my best friend. I was a bit nervous though. This was my first date with a man and I didn't know what to expect or what I should do. Thankfully Holly gave me a few pointers. But that didn't do much to ease my anxiety. My stomach was doing multiple flips and I was begining to become nauseous. I chewed on my inner lip and tapped my feet. "A penny for your thoughts?" I was tugged from my troubled thoughts. "I'm so nervous." I informed her. "I don't feel well."

The meal arrived and I dove right into it, taking a little bit of everything. “Remember the first time we came here?” Caden asked. I snorted. “I sure do. You spilled red wine all over the table and my favorite white dress.” Caden winced. “I felt so bad,” he admitted. “I was so nervous, though.” “Nervous? Why were you nervous?” “Because I was on my first date with my mate. Who wouldn’t be nervous?” I glanced down at my plate to avoid his intense gaze and shoveled a piece of chicken into my mouth, so I didn’t have to respond.