Fill Me Up Buttercup

See how lucky Gen got on her previous dates here.

Gen went out on her terrace to water her plants. Between plants, she sexted Matt and Duncan. Both dates had gone very well and even though she did not want anything serious with either of them, she did want to keep flirting and having sex with both of them.

Fill me up Buttercup, she texted, the song coming into her head out of nowhere in response to Duncan.

Excuse me?

Gen looked down at her phone and saw she had not texted Duncan; she had texted her colleague Kent.

What don’t you want to fill me up? She smiled at her phone, watching the dots populate her screen, sticking out her tongue. They got along well and she could not resist teasing him.

Are you serious?!

Nah, just fucking with you. I meant to text that to someone else.

Phew! Then someone else can work on filling you up!

:P. I just read your text. Thanks for your help. You should not be working on the weekend anyway, that is how you got that wrong text!

Mental note: Never help a co-worker out?

:P, thank you so much. You are the best — I owe you.

Her laptop had been out of commission and she had filled out the form for a ticket, but Kent had fixed it for her right away. He was cool like that; he always helped her when she needed it. And because she worked a lot on the weekends, she and he started to chat about other things and became friends outside of the office.

But they never flirted. She was happy that she had managed to blow off her sext. She could have said more to Duncan and been more specific, which she was glad she had not been! But she was really happy Kent had helped her. Now, however, she did not feel like working at all.

So Buttercup, what are you doing now?

:P

Do you feel like going to Slim’s. You can pay up for my hard work there?

Why not, after all of this? I do not feel like working on such a sunny afternoon.

Gen did not need to do much to go out. Her hair was already twisted up, she had on a camisole with jeans and she threw a sweater on, not bothering to take off her house slippers.

Kent had moved into her neighborhood — she had told him there was a vacancy nearby when he was looking for a new place and Slim’s was not far from either of them.

When she got there, Kent was sitting typing on his phone. He looked up when she got there and then down at her slippers.

“You did not have to get all dressed up for me,” he grinned and took his sunglasses off.

“I didn’t!” she said. “What are we drinking?”

“I ordered us both the craft beer we like and you are not paying, so put your wallet away.”

Gen smiled at him.

“But I owe you…”

“Another time, Buttercup.”

“You are never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not any time soon,” he grinned as their beers were placed on the table.

Right then, she saw Duncan walk by and she spit out her mouthful of beer. It was clear he had seen her and was pretending he had not. Gen wiped Kent’s bicep with a Slim’s napkin and acted like she did not see him either.

Two could play that game.

“What happened, Buttercup?” Kent asked Gen, but she was distracted by the banner on her phone.

She sat down, one slipper fell off her foot and she placed her toes on the back of her other one.

Just saw you with a guy at an outside cafe a few blocks back. You look sexy as fuck, Duncan texted her.

Yeah, I saw you walk by. I thought we were playing we did not see each other. Gen texted, taking a successful sip of her beer this time.

No, but I am not going to walk up to you if you are on a date or something. I just needed to tell you that you are sexy, Duncan texted back.

A few more pleasantries and Gen put her phone down. Kent openly stared at her.

“Buttercup?” he questioned. “Is everything okay?”

She smiled at him.

“I’m just being silly,” she grinned. “I saw someone I was not expecting to see walk by, and they just texted me.”

“Oh,” he said and took a sip of his beer, absently wiping at where she had wiped the beer off of him when Duncan had walked by.

“Sorry I spilt beer all over you,” she said, stroking his bicep. The way he moved into her casual caress made her look into his eyes. Kent was already looking at her, but they said nothing to each other. She did not even want to tell him now that it was a guy that she had hooked up with who had walked by.

Sitting back down across from him, Gen looked at both of their glasses of beer dripping with moisture like sweat. She wiped her forehead because she was suddenly warmer than she had been.

“Tater tots?” Kent asked, but he was already waving at their approaching server because he knew that she wanted them — with the homemade chili and Worchestershire ketchups that came with them.

She wanted to get the next round of beers, but Kent would not let her.

“Would you like to start a tab?” their new server asked.

Kent nodded and handed over his card.

“Was it a guy that saw you with me?” he asked her after they were ready for a third beer and another round of tater tots.

“Yeah, I hooked up with him, but it is nothing serious,” she said and wondered why she added that because she had practically stopped time to text Duncan. But now, she was cautious about indicating there was more between them.

“Do you like dating on the apps?”

“I am only using one app, the one that Vic told me was good to use.”

“How is Vic?”

“Vic always lands on her feet!” she grinned.

“Do you feel like a real dinner?” he asked her.

Gen began to sweat in earnest. It could have been the beer, but she could still feel the sensation of Kent’s bicep on the tips of her fingers. She stretched and was pretty sure she saw his eyes on her breasts. The bralette she had on did not give her much support. Her nipples were hard even though the rest of her was on fire.

“Sure,” she said, picking up the menu.

“No,” Kent said, taking the menu from her. “I already cooked enough. I was inviting you to my apartment.

Gen was sweating as she took a sip of her third beer.

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