Anna

"You are so lesbo!" Skylar cackled after Anna made her statement about Sansa. Anna turned red.

"Am not! Shut the fuck up!" she cried.

"Prove it!" Skylar challenged, the look in his brown eyes daunting.

"Sure. Whatever. What do I have to do?" she asked, rising to the challenge. She rolled her own blue eyes.

"Make out with me." He was clearly dead serious, his lips smirking naughtily.

"Anna, I don't think-" Brittany began to protest, but Anna cut her off.

"Britt. It's fine. I got this."

Anna pushed away from the counter, stood up from her Applebee's bar stool. She had to prove to Skylar she wasn't a lesbian. Even though she was. Damnit, Anna thought, How the fuck will I be able to pretend that I'm actually into this? Skylar stood too.

"You're creating a scene!" she heard Brittany say. It was true. The Applebee's patrons - young and old, short and tall, fat and skinny - were all looking at them.

Anna kept walking anyways. She got up to Skylar. Nervously, she threaded her arms like pretty ropes around Skylar's neck. He's kinda cute, I guess, she thought, trying to reassure herself, In a little brotherly sort of way. That didn't make it any less weird. She heard him ask her if she was scared in the back of her head. Can't back out now! she groaned mentally before crashing her lips against his.

His lips were warm, masculine. Anna staggered back a bit, shocked.

"Do you wanna take this somewhere else?" he whispered, his breath tainted with alcohol.

Before she had the chance to respond, Skylar grabbed her arm and led her through the exit of the Applebee's.

Once they were outside, Skylar turned to look at her. He didn't say anything. Something in his eyes changed. Lust, desire. Anna could feel it radiating off of him like a bonfire. And damn, no matter how much she liked girls, it was hot.

Skylar closed the space between them and gently pushed her against the wall. Anna started shaking, trying to form words but unable to. He met her eyes intensely for a minute before going in for the kill. He pinned her arms against the wall, and pressed his lips forcefully on hers. Anna felt herself begin to shake more and more. Skylar must have noticed, he pressed his body up tightly against her own. He let go of her arms and brought his hands up to her neck, pulling himself as close to her as he could. His hands started to slide his down her back, grabbing her butt when he reached it. Anna moaned.

She could feel his tongue tracing the back of her teeth, getting to know her mouth. Wetness began to pool between her legs. Each movement with more adrenaline than the one before. She couldn't form a single form a single thought. She wanted it so badly. She doubted she'd ever wanted anything more.

Anna began biting his bottom lip, moving her mouth down to his neck. Nipping first gently, then roughly. The lack of oxygen was making her head spin. She needed him to touch her, sooner rather than later.

Her kisses became sloppy, desperate.

"Skylar," she mumbled into his neck. "I want you to fuck me."

No sooner had the words come out of her mouth, Skylar picked her up, ramming her onto the hood of the nearest car.

"Jesus," she moaned as he slipped her legs onto his shoulders. She could feel the alcohol fogging her brain. Or maybe it was Skylar. Maybe both?

He ripped her pants open, yanking them up and off her legs, to reveal her lacy blue thong. He roughly grabbed the side-hems and peeled them off. She was now bottomless on top of a complete strangers car in an Applebee's parking lot.

She ached for his touch. She needed his touch. And thankfully, he complied. He dove in between her legs, teasing her lips. She moaned.

"Please," she growled. "Oh my fucking God, please."

She felt him smile into her, finally allowing her the contact she so desired. As his tongue entered her, it took all of her will not to scream at the top of her lungs. His tongue slid up to her clitoris, moving in tantalizingly slow circles around it, just barely touching it. Anna thrusted forward, feeling him chuckle. He slid his lips over her bulb, but only momentarily. He retracted himself from inside of her, sliding her legs off of his shoulders. Anna whined, her body suffering from the lack of contact.

"Please," she begged, her voice husky. He began to unbutton his jeans. To Anna, he seemed to be moving through jelly. His hands purposely taking their sweet time to undress him. She hated him for it.

"God fucking damnit, Skylar." He smirked at her, now only in his underwear. She could see the bulge in his pants growing bigger, filling with desire.

Finally, the moment she had been waiting for. He threw his underwear to the side, now completely naked. She reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she was impaled by his manhood.

Sweet mother of God. He began thrusting in and out, bringing her closer to him. She saw beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Anna pressed their lips together, roughly tasting whatever she would get. He started pumping harder and deeper. Anna began to bite his lips rather than kiss them.

He started to slow down in order to control his climax. He almost pulled out all of the way, then pushed back in. Again and again.

"Please don't stop." she hissed. "Deeper . . . oh my . . ."

As she felt him speed up, she brought her own hand down to her now drenched folds, increasing the sensation as she rubbed at her clitoris. She felt him slow down in side of her, just as she herself began her climax. She inhaled deeply as she rode out her high.

He began to hasten his thrusts, letting himself go harder and faster inside of her.

Skylar collapsed on top of her, his breathing harsh and uneven. He pressed his lips up to hers, gently, passionately. Anna sighed into his mouth, feeling her eyelids flutter shut.

"Welp, you're definitely not a lesbian." He laughed.

Anna chuckled. "Okay."

Suddenly, a man's rough voice spoke, and a bright flashlight glare burned into her eyes. "I don't give a shit what sexuality you are. Public nudity is a crime."

Another man's voice sounded. "Book 'em."

With that, just like Beca in her movie, Anna Kendrick went to jail.

Brittany

Brittany watched the scene before her unfold. Initially, she didn't think it would happen. She'd though Anna would say something cute and snarky, like "Just because I'm not attracted to you doesn't make me a lesbian. Heck, if I were attracted to you I'd be a lesbian, girly-man," or something hilarious like that.

But Anna'd kissed Skylar and they'd exited the vicinity. Brittany knew it was weird, and it was wrong, but she followed them. Her sapphire eyes didn't glisten similar to the gems they were colored like. They looked dead. She felt dead as she watched Anna and Skylar's passion.

Brittany felt sick. She knew Anna would never want her, but it stung to see it played out in front of her. Her stomach churned.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she whispered faintly to no one in particular. She turned on her heel and bolted back into Applebee's, and ran into the girls' bathroom.

The second she got into the stall, she bolted it shut, pulled back her hair with one hand and used the fingers of the other to rub against the back of her throat. Immediately the vomit flew past her lips. "And so the bile floweth forth," she said to herself, her voice bitter and her throat burning from the stomach acid.

She wish she'd been part of that kiss. Her, instead of Skylar.

Brittany leaned up against the back of the stall, resting against the metal bar where one might hang a jacket. If that had been me kissing Anna... her despair turned to agony turned to yearning. Nobody would want to find her in the Applebee's bathroom, her friends were tonguing outside.

If I was in that kiss... Brittany found herself unbuttoning her pants. Stroked herself, just a little, very gently.

She pictured her perfect kiss with Anna. First, they ambled to a bed, holding hands. They lay down on it on their sides and began to kiss. Gently. Nothing erotic. Softly, their pink lips touched. Anna casually slung a leg, still in jeans, over Brittany's waist to bring them closer together. Their kissing became more hurried. Rough. Impatient. They broke off and got on their knees, still on the bed. Brittany pulled Anna's shirt off and took her bra straps off her shoulders.

She peeled the cups of Anna's black and pink scalloped bra to reveal her rosebud nipples. Brittany knelt forward and put her lips on top of the hard left nipple. She began to suck. It tasted different, in her fantasy, than her own skin. Her tongue swirled around the areola like it was what she was born to do. Anna cried out, her long fingers entangling in Brittany's blonde locks. Once the nipple felt like it couldn't get any longer, Brittany sucked on the other one, and Anna gasped more. Anna then gently pushed Brittany back. Her blue eyes were mischievous. "My turn," she growled.

Dream-Anna shoved Dream-Brittany onto the bed. The sexy brunette unbuttoned Brittany's 00 jeans and shimmied them off of her slim hips with ease. Anna looked evilly at Brittany as she manually tore off Britt's red lace panties, and Brittany knew then what Anna was going to do.

The blonde was glad she had shaved down there (at least, in her dream).

Anna began just below Brittany's breasts. Her hands kneaded the soft mounds, her fingers circling the nipples, not actually daring to touch them. She placed kisses slowly, wetly, from Brittany's sternum down to her bellybutton. Then... there. Brittany cried. "Anna!" she yelled. Her fingers gripped onto Anna's hair as Anna's had to hers earlier. Only... she pulled harder than Anna did. Anna's hands were on Brittany's thighs, holding her body against her mouth as she sucked on Brittany's clit. Brittany's fingers were completely twisted up in Anna's brown mane.

Anna sucked harder. Brittany was dripping wet, her fluids on Anna's lips, around them, spreading onto her chin, dripping onto the bed. Brittany felt herself on the verge of an orgasm, until... Anna pulled away, devilish. "Sorry," she grinned.

Brittany took her revenge. She leaped up, bowled Anna over, so the brunette's hair hung off the best. She hungrily kissed her, tasting her own fluids, rubbing Anna's nipples again. "I love you I love you I love you," she groaned. She kissed Anna and Anna kissed her. She touched Anna's clitoris, and Anna arched her hips to meet the soft stroking. She was wet. Brittany stroked and Anna moaned. To silence her, Brittany kissed her more passionately. Their tongues rubbed together, two moist, anxious snakes.

Both soaked, both near orgasm, the girls sat up. They drew themselves together, their arms wrapped around each others' necks. Their sexes were as close as their lips. Brittany tugged at Anna's lower lip as Anna ground her hips against Brittany's. Their clits were rubbing together. Their juices combined. Brittany felt herself scream in orgasm in time with Anna...

A knock on the door interrupted Brittany's lesbian fantasy and violent masturbating. "Damnit, I need to use the stall!" a woman shrieked, "What the fuck is going on in there?" Brittany drew her hand from between her legs, wet and dripping and smelling of herself. She tasted it, nervously, not replying to the woman. "Jesus Christ, get OUT OF THE STALL!" shrieked the lady. So Brittany did.

As she left the room, she wondered how many calories her wetness contained.

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