Sticky Buns

Jeff headed into the cake shop, he was feeling hungry, he hadn’t eaten since lunch time yesterday. He should have been hung over, but he wasn’t, amazingly enough, just hungry.

He asked the plain girl behind the counter what was good? He wasn’t so interested in her opinion, it was more the fact that he just couldn’t think what he wanted.

“Oh, savoury, or sweet?” asked the girl behind the counter. She had hair pulled back so tight Jeff could see the strain on the sides of her face behind her coke bottle glasses.

“Oh… um… sweet.” Jeff saw that the girl had a name tag pinned to her flat chest that said Cheryl.

She pointed to the iced buns in the glass-topped counter in front of them. “Would you like sticky buns?” asked Cheryl.

Jeff’s arse cheeks flinched at the suggestion; the soft cotton of his undies was still sticking to his skin. “Oh yes, sticky buns, I like sticky buns very much.” Jeff laughed. He pulled the soft cotton out of his arse crack.

Cheryl took the tongs in her hand, her finger nails were painted silver with pink and blue stars and rainbows, she grabbed the bun covered in icing and walnuts. Jeff wondered who had the patience to paint ten finger nails with such miniature pictures, but then he thought Cheryl probably wouldn't have much else going on in her life, so he guessed she did. 

"Nice nails," said Jeff. He just couldn't resist.

"Thanks," said Cheryl. "Me mate George does them for me."

"Funny a boy doing nails."

"Nah, George isn't a boy," said Cheryl. "George's pronouns are they and them."

"That must take some time?"

"Yeah, I'm gettin' really antsy by the time George has finished."

Cheryl slid the bun into a bag. “Anything else?” Cheryl was chewing gum while she waited for his response.

“No,” said Jeff. “Just sticky buns. Thank you.”

Cheryl handed the bag over to Jeff. "That'll be 4 bucks."

She held her hands out like two great slabs of sausages in mid air in front of Jeff. "You like em' do ya?" asks Cheryl.

Her hands looked wider than they were long. Fat and stubby, thought Jeff. "Yes, very nice."

Jeff handed over a fiver.

"You doin' anything Saturday night?" asked Cheryl. She headed to the till to get Jeff his change. 

Jeff pulled at his undies stuck up his arse crack again and thought that he was hoping to go a few more rounds with Scott. "Nah, got nothing definite planned." Was Cheryl asking him out?

"There's a nail convention on at the Exhibition Buildings, if you are interested," said Cheryl. "Admission is free, so it wouldn't cost ya nothing."

The only real interest in nails that he had was that Scott's should be kept nice and short. Jeff laughed to himself, being careful not to let Cheryl see him laugh, he didn't want for her to think he was laughing at her.

"Oh, okay then," says Jeff. "Good to know."

"I'll be there with George on the Nails for Equality stand."

"Nails aren't just for girls then, ay?

"Exactly," says Cheryl. "You'd be amazed how many people don't actually get that."

"I'm sure I would find it amazing," says Jeff.

"It's good to have allies," says Cheryl.

"Yeah, isn't it," says Jeff. He picks up his paper bag.

"Hang on," says Cheryl. She grabs her tongs and slips a cheese pull apart into another bag. She hands it to Jeff with a flourish. "'Ere, something to have before your sticky buns."

Going down on Scott was what he had before he got sticky buns. "Thanks," said Jeff. He smiled at the thought, and this time he didn't have to worry about Cheryl thinking he was laughing at her, because a smile was the most appropriate response to her generosity of the cheese pull apart." That reminded him that he really, probably, needed to head home and have a shower, as he pulled at his jocks still stuck up his arse crack.

"See ya Saturday night," says Cheryl. Then did she wink? Jeff was pretty sure that she winked. He amused himself with the thought that she just had something in her eye, but he was pretty sure she winked.

"Yeah, sure," says Jeff. "Saturday night.