First Date Kinda Nervous Vine Novels & Stories

Aiden felt more and more nervous, a different feeling than he would have with the banana girl. On the way, Aiden didn't even open a conversation that could help melt this awkward atmosphere. His mind only revolves on the same object, namely Nina. Aiden, who was still scavenging for hope by thinking, maybe Nina was testing him, while he was so quick to make a decision. "You look really tense, what's wrong?" "No, I'm just nervous because tonight you look prettier than usual." "Really? Does that make you nervous?" "A little-" "Hahaha... you're a very funny guy, actually I'm also a little nervous. Because this is the first time I'm so looking forward to a guy."

Jade asks Violet nervously, her nerves getting the best of her at the last moment. "Oh hush, you look beautiful just like you do every single day" Violet's words helped ease her nerves, she felt reassured. A slight knock reverberates around the room, catching both of their attention. "Seems like your prince charming is here." Violet speaks up with a teasing smile which cause a slight blush to appear on Jade's cheeks. Violet opens the door to reveal Nate, who kept shifting his weight from one leg to another in nervousness. He'd been really looking forward towards this date. He had a bouquet of white lillies in his hands.

“I wanted you to… know that I am a… virgin.” “No problem, I will be easy on you,” he kissed her cheeks. “I am going to be special to you, am I right?” he asked. And there Ashley was struck by the truth. He’s going to be her first man but she’s not even going to see his face. Maybe in the future, she will get a chance or not but she can’t see him now which made her hesitant. “Don’t be bothered by anything, you want me, just keep remembering that,” he said near her ears and she forgets everything like he has put a spell on her. Vincent walked away to take a proper look at her.

My hands lower to my knees and the ugly heads of insecurities show themselves. “Am I your first girlfriend?” A drop of red wine escapes the bottle and trickles into my glass. Ben takes a moment to reply, then his head bobs. The insecurities grow at his answer and I tuck my hands between my legs. Why me? I am not special. Ben sets the bottle on the table. “Have you ever been on a date?” His hands disappear under the table. “This is my first.”

Violet asks. "First Saturday in April. " "We'll definitely be there." I grin. "Uh, duh, you have no choice, considering you're all my bride maids." She whispers like it's no big deal. She yawns "I need to take my afternoon nap." "Shouldn't it be evening there?" I say. "Then evening nap!" She snaps in annoyance, and cuts the call. We all stare at ourselves laughing. "Use a condom, indeed." _______

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.

“Nerves. First date and all. I’m a blushing bride-to-be, remember?” His laugh is low, vibrating across the table. “Right. First date.” Outside the window, a guy with a camera phone lingers too long. The vultures are already circling. Word spreads fast in Silver Ridge, and the "disgraced uncle dating the nephew's reject" is the kind of headline they live for. Darin notices the camera. He leans forward, his voice dropping into a low, intimate rumble. “Smile, baby. They’re watching.”

Dante said, watching me lift my glass again, “I’ve never taken anyone on a date before.” My head snapped up. “What?” “This… this is your first?” My brows twitched at him. He nodded. “You’re my first for a lot of things,” he added. “Wanna guess what they are?” “Umm… first woman you liked?” I paused, licking my lips. “First divorced woman you wanted?” He didn’t answer. He leaned back, a smile spreading across his mouth. That was a no. The vibration hit again, harder this time and I almost jerked out of my seat. Wetness pooled between my thighs, spreading fast, and a moan slipped out before I could stop it. My hips moved on their own, grinding against nothing, and desperate for friction.

I shot him an angry look as I pushed him again with all my might. My eyes falling on the knife on my nightstand, I hurriedly move closer and grab it. He smirked and raised his hand in the air. "Don't you dare come closer to me else, I still strike you with this knife" I threatened. He is crazy if he thinks, I'm going to give in his foolish desire. He knew, I'm still a virgin and has been asking to be my first. This is not his 10th attempt to sleep with me. I'm glad, I always escape from him every time but I'm really scared right now.

I knew both my body and my mind longed for it. Human blood. I hurriedly went into the location where the scent came from, and I saw who the blood belonged. It was from a camper, his knees where scratched, probably from fiddling so much. God, the scent is making me insane, and the thirst for it is talking a toll on my sanity. "Breath steadily and relax." My dad's voice reminded me. He may not be here but thankfully I'm still sane do to the right thing, which to my body's dismay, was to retreat.