Olives

They almost did not make it to Matt’s apartment.

Gen was fully pressed against him, she could feel their desire squashed together at that moment. She looked up at him and saw that look. The unmistakable “I want you” look smeared over his face and then hers as he kissed her.

As they kissed, she caressed the surface of his face like a sculpture and he pulled her against him until it felt like they were one.

They went to his place and she stayed over, but she left before he woke up because she did not want the drama. If they were going to talk again they would, and she did not need to have a possibly awkward wakeup with him.

He texted her a bouquet of flowers and asked her why she did not stay before she was even back to her place.

She had a real bouquet of flowers when she met up with Duncan that night. Gen had picked the same bar for the second date, but now it seemed more intense than it needed to be. She had not expected things to go the way they had with Matt, and now she was on the date that she has expected to end the way that one had.

Duncan was sexy in person, and he was not all over her even after they had sexted so much. That was clearly something that was on the table, but he was reserved with her in a gentlemanly way.

She used a toothpick to pop a marinated olive into her mouth. Duncan looked at her lips. Gen had not put the olive in her mouth for that reason, but if it made him look at her mouth the way he was looking at it it was a good thing.

They watched each other eat olives. The lemon zest and garlic were intoxicating, Gen could not get enough of them. Watching him eat the olives was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. And she had seen parts of his body, but watching him savor the olives was making her shift on her stool.

“This bar feels like all of our texts,” he said popping another olive into his mouth.

She gulped.

“You mean our sexts,” she smiled watching his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. He looked into her eyes with a reciprocal smile.

“It’s nice to see you in person. Your face.”

“Just my face,” she smiled and popped another olive into her mouth. He was watching her mouth and licked his lips. Gen licked the olive oil off of her bottom lip.

Duncan leaned in as if he was going to kiss her.

“Yeah, your pretty face.”

Gen liked him close, she liked everything about him as she reached for her wine to create some distance between them and he picked up his glass as well.

They clinked glasses and then entwined their arms to sip from their own glass.

The bartender looked at them, and Gen smiled.

She was going to get lucky another night, and she could not help smiling at him like her teeth were going to break.

This is the ninth story in a series, you can read the first story here and the last story here. You can read about my inspiration for this story here.