Jeff should have known it was all too good to be true.

The universe may have waited two weeks to punish him for his….private study room session, but he knew it'd get around to it eventually. It softened him up by not showing some weird plot twist, like Annie spying on him during his private time. Then it disarmed him totally when he and Annie had no drama or arguments for the next two weeks.

But then the universe lowered the boom by having Annie call and demand to spend the night – on a Friday, no less. It also made Troy and Abed so noisy with their new projects, Annie claimed she had to do her weekend work and spend the night somewhere else – i.e., Jeff's apartment. What's more, she used more tears and quivering voices over the phone than usual until Jeff gave in. She hadn't really had to go that far with Jeff lately, yet of course she went back to old tactics now.

Doing what he did in the study room was supposed to make things easier with Annie. Jeff figured if he went all out in this one….private act, it would satisfy him enough to not do anything stupid in public. He also trusted himself not to feel guilty over making his….friend into just another fantasy object; especially in the same room they spent hours in every weekday. But he wasn't that much of a jackass anymore – another thing to blame Annie for.

This reduced jackass behavior was biting him even now, since he was actually allowing Annie to spend the night. It couldn't be anything but a disaster in every way – no matter how it ended up. Even if it ended like one of his fantasies, it would still be a disaster before long. Not that he would let it end that way; no matter what Annie tried to do to him.

However, Annie was failing because she wasn't trying anything, at least as far as Jeff could see. She arrived in her regular clothes with an overnight bag and a heavy backpack, told him about Troy and Abed's noisy projects in detailed fashion, then left Jeff alone so she could work and study at his kitchen table.

Jeff kept the TV down to give Annie her peace and quiet, then when she finally had free time, she watched TV shows that they could both watch together. What's more, Annie kept her hands to herself and just talked about the shows, school and the group with him.

Jeff wanted to suspect the universe for planning another sneak attack. Yet while the universe was a sadistic bastard, he had to admit that Annie wasn't that cruel. Not everything she did was about Jeff or impossible feelings, as much of a blow as that was to Jeff's ego. And just his ego.

He had to remember that no matter what they were or weren't, they were friends first. On non-sexual tension related matters, Annie was perhaps his favorite friend; often by a wide margin. Talking to her and needling her, and even her needling him, was one of his favorite things to do that involved another person. Of course, thinking that way helped cause more problems sometimes – yet it shouldn't ruin peaceful and friendly nights like this.

Annie even let Jeff take the couch without any trouble, and Jeff refrained from making jokes or comments about Annie taking the bed. Once Annie made sure Jeff got the couch made up, she thanked him again with just a mere thank-you hug. It wasn't as overwhelming as her other hugs, as it was tight without being clingy, and loving without being 'in love.' The fact that Jeff could compare Annie's different hugs was….not worth thinking about while she was in the room.

But Annie then stepped back, took her overnight bag and wished him good night before heading into his room. After closing the door, Jeff shook everything off – a tactic he wished they had master's degrees for. If they did, he would have graduated from Greendale years ahead of schedule.

Yet if he was that good at it, he would go to sleep without any trouble. Then Annie would leave in the morning, Disney face Troy and Abed so they quieted down tomorrow night, and the rest of Jeff's weekend would be quiet too. So Jeff changed into his pajamas and started the first stage of that plan.

However, the couch wasn't as comfortable as his perfect, stylish bed and its hundreds of threads. Adjusting to the difference took about 15 minutes, and it would probably take 15 more to actually sleep. But if he shut his brain off and stopped thinking about it, it should be fine. Not thinking about problems always made them go away for the short term – this much he could always count on. If only that much.

So Jeff began to drift off into dream land. Yet it clearly wasn't working if he imagined a small, girlish moan in his head.

It certainly wasn't working when he heard it a second time. It didn't help that now he suspected it wasn't just in his head.

By the third little but clearly audible coo, he had solved the mystery.

Annie clearly wasn't feeling comfortable in such a large bed, and she was tossing and turning. Well, such an awesome bed wasn't for everyone. Some people were just ill-equipped to handle it, no matter how much they insisted otherwise. Or how much they made others wish they could sometimes.

But since Annie was too stubborn, she would try to ride it out anyway. Jeff gave her a few minutes before she stopped groaning out loud. Then she'd either adjust on her own or try to shut up so she didn't have to come crawling to Jeff – he meant beg him for help – he meant ask him for help! Anyway, the important thing was she would quiet down soon and let Jeff sleep.

"Jeff…."

Great, she was calling for help anyway. Well, at least Jeff could rub this in her face – he meant brag about this! In her face….

"Oh, Jeff…."

That did not sound like a call for help. It was a call, but….

Now even the groans were starting to sound suspicious. And more frequent. And less like she was tossing and turning in an….uncomfortable way.

With that, Jeff finally opened his eyes and got onto his feet. Before he could rethink that decision, he heard two louder groans from behind his bedroom door. He walked over and intended to knock on the door – until he heard a longer, lower moan. In fact, it was so low and….sultry that Jeff couldn't believe it came from Annie. At least….not the real-life Annie he knew.

Once the shock and….other feelings wore off, Jeff realized he needed to be sneaky about this. He put his hand on the doorknob, turning it slightly to see Annie hadn't locked it. As such, he finished turning it very slowly and then opened the door for the smallest peek inside imaginable.

His left eye peeked inside, only to practically burst into flames in a mini-second.

The beginning of a surprised yell caught into Jeff's throat, until he remembered a scream was the easiest way to get caught. Had he learned nothing from Abed's movies?

Then again, why was he thinking about Abed when Annie was masturbating on Jeff's bed covers?

From what his left eye could see – when not widening to Annie-like heights – she had sweatpants down around her knees, and a grey bed shirt still completely on. Her eyes were closed at the moment, but when they opened, they looked directly at the ceiling. They didn't look to her left, where she would likely see Jeff peeking in and then get him arrested and officially designated as a pedophile.

But Jeff's brain reminded him that Annie was of legal age now. It was funny how it usually just remembered that on….racy occasions. Plus she was just doing what he did only two weeks ago. Yet that was different…in some way.

"God, Jeff…." That didn't help the last argument much at all.

However, any coherent thought was having a hard time getting through, as Jeff could more clearly see Annie….inserting a finger between her legs. What's worse/better, her other hand tugged at the bottom of her shirt, making her thankfully/sadly covered chest stick out even further.

This was just not Annie, it couldn't be. This was a dream. His Annie wasn't this dirty or depraved or not Disney-fied at all! But then one more coherent thought just had to break through after all.

Sadly, it said that Annie was doing some pretty standard masturbating, not being dirty. It then stated that while she was dirty to do it in someone else's room, it was even dirtier to do it in a public study room. And of course, it mouthed off and said Jeff knew long ago that Annie wasn't sexually naïve anymore. She was naïve about how she showed it sometimes, of course, but by herself with no one watching – as far as she knew – she didn't have to be a pro.

However, she was working herself like one, as she started putting….herself in between her rubbing thumb and forefinger. She pulled her shirt down lower and made her breasts stand out further, which made that shirt even eviler.

"Jeff please….put it in." But her mouth – her upper mouth, anyway – was still the No. 1 villain by a fucking landslide.

While Annie ordered dream Jeff to put his dream 'it' in, real Jeff's 'it' was making its presence very clear. It ordered him to go in there and do what Annie wanted, only for real. But Jeff was still conscious enough to remember that if he did, Annie would throw his bloody corpse out of his own apartment. Or she'd make him finish her off as a last meal before she killed him by wanting to talk.

The bloody corpse theory seemed like the better way to die by comparison – even if the bloodied Jeff didn't get a last meal.

Naturally, Annie poked holes in that too, by putting a second finger in her and grabbing her breast at the same time. It didn't help that her eyes were still staring at the ceiling; letting Jeff finally see how they looked when she was….well, in heat was the delicate phrase. However it was phrased, Annie's imaginary aroused eyes had nothing on reality.

But the effect they had on his real arousal was the same.

Jeff felt lucky to only have sweatpants on, which made his member less painfully trapped and easier to squeeze. He clenched his lips tightly so he didn't groan too loudly at touching himself. Once the initial test was passed, Jeff was tempted to put his hand inside his pants and keep working from there.

Yet that damned brain just wouldn't shut up – which was never a problem during sex stuff until now. It scolded him again for treating Annie like a plaything, when that was not what she was. Jeff rolled his eyes – and not just because Annie was rocking her hips up against her fingers. He wouldn't be this slow to go if someone else was doing this, even in his room. And it was only this way because he saw Annie every day, she was forbidden fruit and there was no way he could see something like this again.

All three counts had to be right. They just had to be.

Then again, the longer Jeff debated this, the more he was missing. And from the sound of Annie's higher pitched squeals, there wouldn't be much more to miss.

Annie pumped her fingers faster and began to rub them back and forth against herself. However, her other hand was reaching down to the bedroom floor, while her eyes thankfully still stared up. She then pulled up her overnight bag from the floor and put it on her right side, then briefly turned her back to Jeff. Therefore, as she looked into her bag and kept rubbing herself, Jeff let 50 percent of a moan out when her ass was finally exposed to him.

The other 50 percent could well come out if Annie pulled out what he expected/hoped. But instead, she pulled out a pair of tissues with her left hand. Before Jeff could think that over, Annie rolled back on her back and pumped herself harder with her right hand.

Jeff's attention was back to her fingers, hands, hips, the side of her ass, her bouncing and still sadly covered chest, her somehow still sparkling eyes and the most erotic noises he'd ever heard from a woman. But they were topped by the phrase "Fuck me…..oh Jeff…." that Annie called out before she appeared to go overboard.

Yet as she did, Annie took the tissues and used them and her hands to cover up what came out of her. She lifted her hips as well, as Annie was going all out not to get any stains on Jeff's bed. Only Annie could be that thorough to not leave any "evidence" behind.

But on another level, Jeff knew that Annie knew how much he valued his sheets and bed. While Jeff had obviously left far worse messes on them anyway, Annie clearly didn't want to leave her own, since she was a guest and a trusted friend. Indeed, even as she was in the throes of deep release and Jeff fantasies, she made sure her hands and tissues caught all her juices before one drop got on Jeff's bed.

Only Annie could care in such an insane, demented and…..oddly sweet fashion.

And only that would make Jeff forget that Annie actually said "fuck me" right before moaning his name. That was pretty big to overlook….speaking of which….

But first, Jeff saw Annie take her drenched hands and tissues off herself. Once she saw she was dry enough otherwise, she got up and stood on the floor while clenching her wet hands together. She then headed for the bedroom bathroom, which gave Jeff one more quick view of her bare ass before she disappeared.

Now that the coast was clear, Jeff could carefully shut the door again and tiptoe back to his couch. Once there, he rapidly got out of his sweatpants and took his shirt off, getting them away from his soon to explode member. Fortunately he had less valuable sheets on the couch, or he would have worried about sitting his bare ass on there and possibly 'leaking' onto the cushions. Hopefully he'd be able to stop himself from leaking on the sheets, yet he somewhat doubted it.

He just knew that he had to finish himself off in a hurry. And as soon as he touched himself, he knew a hurry was what he'd get. So he packed in as many memories of a half naked, masturbating, cursing, Jeff-cooing Annie that he could while he stroked himself rapidly. But it was harder to keep himself from groaning, so he tried to hold his breath and catch his moans in his throat.

As a result, Jeff clenched his teeth so tightly he thought they would shatter. Yet his orgasmic cries somehow got out slowly and quietly enough to avoid detection. However, keeping his semen from dripping onto his legs and sheets was much more difficult. And unlike Annie, Jeff couldn't keep all of his release onto his hand. Even when he put his second hand over his erupting cock, he couldn't catch all his juices – especially since they just kept coming.

He didn't even cum this much in the study room, and he had lasted much longer there. But knowing Annie was right outside and just as excited over him…..it did something to him. She always did something to him….

Like jack off to his closest friend in a not-so-private place again and look even more like a Dildopolis pervert. But she was being a pervert first! But she probably had more romantic thoughts to bring her off – thoughts that the real Jeff just couldn't make come true.

But she called for Jeff to fuck her! But it was probably just to make her forget that he really wouldn't. But she clearly knew more about what she was doing if they did! But she probably learned just to please him, and that was probably wrong somehow. But then that made her not such an innocent little girl, which he already knew about on some level! But then he was furthering her corruption and putting her further away from the sweet Annie everyone….cared about. But she was still sweet and friendly and surprisingly fun tonight before all that, so maybe….

Maybe he needed to wash his own drenched hands and then prepare for only two hours of sleep tonight.

As it turned out, Jeff did get about three hours of sleep, and only a few more boners over the show in his bedroom. When he finally woke up, he noticed his boner was clearly back, although that could still be a morning thing. Fortunately Annie wasn't up yet, so he wouldn't have to practice that excuse.

Jeff fought off the urge to pee, since that would take him into the bedroom. He also avoided getting rid of his erection…..in the other way. He also got a break when he put away his stained sheets in time before Annie emerged from the bedroom. And in one final gift, she was perky and chipper as usual like nothing happened. Since it made sense that Annie would be too perky in the morning, nothing was out of the ordinary there.

With that, Jeff made himself exchange morning small talk with Annie like nothing happened. Once he went over to find some breakfast, he breathed a sigh of relief – the first breath he completely exhaled in hours. He finally found some coffee and cereal, which probably wasn't Annie's brand; but he allowed himself to dream that she wouldn't be staying long anyway.

"I know you saw me pleasuring myself to you last night."

If Jeff could think, he would have been glad that he put down his coffee cup before Annie said that. It would have been more pleasant than the other potential thoughts frozen in limbo.

"Just like I saw you pleasuring yourself to me in the study room."

Normally, Jeff would have been amazed at Annie saying that stuff without blushing or quivering. And he would have been suspicious as to why that was. But he was pretty much in a coma now, even while standing up.

"Now we know we've both pleasured ourselves while thinking about each other," Annie summed up, as she sat down at the kitchen table and Jeff only regained enough strength to turn his head. "So where do we go from there?"