The Uncertain Shape of Desire

Matt was sitting at the bar, Gen knew him like she had known him for a long time. Well, as far as texting had gone she did know him for a long time.

She adjusted her glasses, and he turned at that moment — instantly recognizing her as well. She smiled as she adjusted her pencil skirt. — she wanted to be the fantasy for him. He had called her “Sexy Librarian,” the first time they messaged on the app, and she wanted to be that for him right then. He stood up when she sauntered toward him, she liked that because she liked that he was a gentleman.

To be honest, she was so far progressed in her sexting with Duncan that she had not really thought about what Matt was going to be like. Texting him with him was always full of innuendo, and she giggled a lot when they interacted. They had gone past “Sexy Librarian,” texting about work and their lives outside of it.

“You are sexy, I know it is not the first thing that I should say to you when this is the first time that we have met in person but you really are!” He was wearing his glasses as well, and when he kissed her cheek she whispered to him:

“I told you from the first time that you never have to be careful with me.” He smiled as he moved away from her, and pulled out her seat at the bar. “What are you drinking?” she asked, her shoulder pressed to his. The bartender overheard her and brought the bottle over to her. Gen nodded. “I want a glass as well.”

The bartender opened the bottle and placed a gorgeous wine glass in front of her that he poured a sip of for her to inspect. The smell was redolent of violets and blackberries, Gen closed her eyes as she took a sip. The blackberries and violets were embraced by cocoa. When she opened her eyes, Matt was looking at her mouth, and she licked a drop of wine from her lip.

Matt tasted like violets and cocoa when he kissed her outside. Gen could not explain it, but there was a point when they both could not wait to get out of the wine bar. She got up to go to the bathroom at one point, and his hand brushed her upper thigh. Gen hoped that he would follow her into the bathroom, but respected him for not following her because they were the only people there at that point.

It would have been obvious what they would be doing — it would have been likely to hear what they were doing.

But outside in the alley around the corner with his mouth on hers, Gen did not care. He kissed her neck, and his hand slipped under her pencil shirt with ease tightening it about her butt as he raised it over her hips.

“You are not wearing anything,” he said, and Gen nodded.

“I don’t under really tight clothes,” she went limp as he slipped his finger inside of her. She wrapped her arms around him so she did not lose her balance, as she was flooded with the uncertain shape of her desire.

This is the eighth story in a series, you can find the first one here and the previous one here.