Wet

Gen licked the corner of her lip, and she could still taste a bit of the tangy delicious tomato sauce Kent had made. His place reminded her a lot of hers which was not that surprising because he lived close to her, and when she had been to other people’s apartments in their neighborhood they had looked similar to hers as well.

They sat down to dinner, and he grabbed some candles from about his apartment. None of them were pretty — they were all melted clumps that looked like he had them in case there was a blackout. But they looked pretty when he lit them and poured a glass of wine for her.

Dinner was filled with ambiance and they easily ignored what she thought she had felt while she was at the cafe with him earlier drinking beer and eating tater tots.

Kent offered to walk her back home, she insisted he did not need to but he walked her home anyway.

Now here she was licking her lip and looking up at him.

“Thank you for walking me home, I could have gotten lost in that couple of blocks back here!” she grinned.

“I am a gentleman, I could not have let a lady go home by herself no matter how close by she lives.” He kissed her cheek.

Gen kissed his cheek back, and he hugged her. It felt nice to be in his arms, but they did not linger because that was not what they were. They were friends and colleagues, and that was it.

She closed the door and walked into her apartment where she slipped out of her slippers and started to take everything off. Gen had a bouquet of floral scents that she lit that were much prettier than Kent’s. An array of scents including gardenia which she loved especially. Her apartment filled with the gardenia scent as her phone showed messages.

From Kent.

From Duncan.

And she had a new match on the app.

Trace.

Gen felt that she needed to see what the new match had to say because she was not ready to dwell on any one guy at this point. She just wanted to get out more, and test the waters.

Trace’s profile was sexy, and she sent him a blowing a kiss emoji.

Kent texted to make sure she was still safe after he left her which made her grin.

Duncan sent her a dick pic. It was from an angle that she could see his glorious dick but also his stomach and his glasses in the background. It was very artsy, but also very sexy.

Usually, she would have returned a sexy image to him, but even though she was half undressed she was not in the mood to do it. She was buzzed from the beer and wine, full from the spaghetti Kent had made, and just felt like being alone.

She made a bath for herself with the gardenia bath liquid that matched the candle she had lit. Undressing slowly as she watched the tub fill with bubbles, she touched herself just a little bit. The tip of her clit. She was wet, and that was something to rejoice in even though she was not sure why she was wet.

What or who had made her wet.

This is the twelfth story in a series, you can read the first story here.