This is based on Episode 15 (Romantic Expressionism) when Britta and Annie glanced at each other across the table. I won't announce whose POV it is from. Use your imagination. The title of the episode kind of reminded me of learning about Shakespeare, so I thought I'd give it a shot at becoming a bard with this little piece. Think badly written erotic poetry Enjoy.
Summary: For that split second when their eyes connected it was like a switch had been flipped. Now Britta and Annie can't stop having sexual dreams about on another. Will they ever voice their attraction or will it remain merely a fantasy?
One look
That's all it took
And I was hooked
She was all I could think about
Big eyes
Pouty lips
Long, slender neck
Perky tits
I kiss along her collarbone
Gradually moving down
With one nipple into my mouth
My tongue swirls around her areola
She squirms beneath me
I still her hips with my own
She thrusts her hips upward
Seeking friction
In any form
I leave her breasts
My lips travel down her abdomen
As my fingers
Run up and down her thigh
"More!"
She cries
Our eyes lock
I smirk
She smells so sweet
I want to taste her
…So I do
She moans
And thrashes
Beneath me
As I bring her to the height of ecstasy
Only to stop
I grin wickedly
As she curses me
Only to render her speechless
As I plunge two fingers into her warmth
Over and over
I delve into the recesses of her sweet pussy
My other hand
Slips down to where my own pussy
Grinds onto the bed
I finger-fuck myself
As I pleasure the woman beneath me
In unison
We gasp
And moan
And groan
And pant
Until we are sated
I rest my head on her stomach
And rest my eyes
Her voice calling my name
Causes me to open my heavy lids
Only it's not her
…Stupid fucking Jeff