The Perfect Duet
Chapter 1: Because You Are community.livejournal.com/milady_milord/245521.html
Chapter 2: The One Where the Kraft Mac & Cheese is left Unattended community.livejournal.com/milady_milord/247876.html
Title: The Perfect Duet
Author: justine-88.livejournal.com/
Spoilers: Set partially after 2x09
Pairing: Jeff/Annie
Rating/Warnings: M, No one under 18 please. Naughty smut with plot thrown in. No explicit language
Word Count: 3,657
Disclaimer: © NBC I do not own Community, or the characters. Again, just borrowing.
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Chapter 3: The Great Mouse Escape
Jeff has the good fortune of experiencing ‘Tutor Annie’ for part of the night. It’s warm in the apartment and she has her hair off her neck and her cardigan had come off. She’s bent over a book, a hot pink highlighter ready at her fingertips; the top part is wiggling back and forth. He too, has his Anthropology book scattered across his lap. Concentration eludes Jeff. Every breath Annie takes heaves her chest upwards and the way she bites her lips sends shivers down his spine. “Will you stop doing that?” He’s startled her out of her studies. Wide doe eyes bare towards him.
“Stop what?” Was she talking to herself? Maybe she’s clicking her pen. ‘But I’m not holding a pen-’
“Stop breathing!”
“Jeff?”
“Sorry. It’s just, every time you breathe, your breasts get… bigger. I can’t concentrate on ‘Man’s role in the Tanzania Tribe’.”
“Are you objectifying my cleavage to make your lack of concentration valid?”
“Yes.” She thinks for a moment. Pride swells deep within her. ‘I have sexual power of Jeff Winger.’ But the same can be said for his power over her.
“Hmm.” She looks down at her own breasts and uses her hands to cup the under side of each and shifts them upwards so that they spill out over her flimsy tank top.
“Your cup runneth over.” He mumbles to himself and both Jeff and Annie get back to their reading with matching amused looks.
When all the important details have been highlighted and a meticulous outline has been prepared, Annie asks a very time sensitive question.
“Can we order pizza?” Her voice has a hint of shyness and Jeff expects to be reminded of her innocence, but he’s already been privy to the dark side of Annie, that even her innocent prowess will have to be extra strong in order to break his will. Oh, who is he kidding? This is Annie, her doe eyes will always keep her face pure and easy to give into. He’ll be a sucker for it every time. With this talk of pizza however, she needn’t be ashamed or shy to ask.
“Of course. There’s a menu somewhere in the kitchen.” He watches as she stalks into the kitchen, a woman on with a mission. “Oh, can you please bring in the phone.”
“I don’t mind calling.” Her voice carries into the living room, but she soon appears in the doorway. “Unless of course you mind?” Her hands are wrung together and her feet cross together.
“No, not at all. I just didn’t want to assume.” He closes the book; he’s been reading the same page for the past fifteen minutes anyway.
“As much as you try to deny it Jeff Winger, you are chivalrous.” He hears her pick up the phone and orders a penne and vodka pizza (both have an unrequited love for it).
Once half the pizza has been consumed, Annie packs up her notes and joins Jeff on the couch; still munching on a third slice. They flip through channels until they come across a marathon of… you guessed it, ‘Clueless.’
“Well tickle me pink.” Annie can’t believe it either. ‘Fate, it has to be fate.’
“Can we watch it? Please, please, please!”
“Yeah, alright. What the hell?” He pulls down the afghan, lying across the top of his couch and covers Annie legs with it.
“Thank you Mr. Winger.”
“You’re welcome Miss Edison.” He makes a motion to tip his imaginary hat, and they both settle in to watch the movie… twice. To give Jeff credit, the movie was halfway through when they found it. So, technically he only watched it once. Entirely.
The light snoring coming from his lap is Jeff’s cue to turn off the TV and bring them to bed. She mumbles incoherently as he scoops her into his arms and takes her to his bedroom. He believes it has something to do with a flying monkey and Forest Gump. Jeff carefully strips Annie down to her underwear. He unhooks her bra and fights to keep his groin in check. ‘Why do I have to be such a douche?’ He dresses her in one of his t-shirts and tucks her into her side of the bed. He goes about getting himself ready for bed and takes a moment to watch as Annie sleeps before joining her. She immediately turns into his side and they settle in for a full night’s rest.
The sun hadn’t bothered to come up and the cloudy sky predicts a gloomy day ahead. Annie’s first class had been cancelled the week before, and Jeff refuses to go to class before noon. They sleep in late, well sort of.
Jeff is stirred from a sound sleep by soft moans coming from somewhere in the room. He lazily peeks one eye open and his hands rub the body cuddled against his side. They skin to skin contact spurs the moaning even more. But something new is added; Annie’s hips grind against his thigh and, oh my god, she in the throws, of what men like to call, a wet dream.
“Jeff!” His name comes out as a soft plea from those pink luscious lips of hers. He stares up at the ceiling and inwardly groans. “What’s a guy to do?” She moans again and this time he rolls her onto her back.
“Annie.” His tone is straight and to the point. She arches against him and her lips part slightly.
“Aaaaanie.” It’s now more of a lustful singsong tone. Jeff nudges his lips against hers. Annie wraps her legs around him and thrusts her tongue unexpectedly into his awaiting, eager mouth.
“Gotcha!” He’s quite perplexed by the trickery, but he ducks in for another kiss and purposefully grinds his hips against her body. ‘Two can play at this game.’
Once her lips sneak down to play with the sensitive skin of his neck, all thoughts of games and exacting revenge flee. He allows for Annie to push him onto his back and her hips bare down against his erection and hands grip her waist, nails digging into her skin. She resumes her neck play from earlier; lips travel from his ear to his collar bone after long, wet swipes from her tongue. She can’t help the urge to sink her teeth into his flesh and like a starved vampire, she sucks at the skin and Jeff’s fingers become locked at her waist, knuckles growing white as he erotic sighs come from the back of his throat. His hips thrust rhythmically as the pressure from her mouth forms a vacuum tight seal. The instant, sharp pang of pain leaves him more turned on that he ever thought possible. The last of the blood in his brain rushes down south and if he doesn’t stop Annie now, things are going to get messy. Not to mention on part of this two part party will be left unsatisfied. And it ain’t gonna be Jeff.
Annie pulls away from her exploration of his neck and chest and a look of pride and shock sweeps over her face. “I have a hickey, don’t I?”
“Yup.”
“How big?”
“Um, well, you know, about the size of…oh, I’d say…a silver dollar.” She bites her lip in anticipation of speech filled with annoyed sighs and oversized hand gestures, but,
“Well, I guess I’ll have to return the favor.” She wasn’t expecting him to say that. Sure Mr. Pristine never allowed girls to give him hickeys, he never really made-out during sex, but Annie was different. She had a spell over him; he wanted every part of her open to him that included any talents she had with her mouth, hands, hips…breast. Well, you get the picture. Jeff will worry about covering up bite marks later. But right now, he enjoys knowing that he only allowed Annie the privilege of gaining access to parts of him he left guarded. Annie has gone where no woman has ever been left before, not even Britta. Now back to Jeff matching hickey for hickey.
He’s pinned Annie underneath him, her arms hang limply around his neck. She admires her handy work until Jeff’s lips nuzzle the dip between her collar bone. His tongue reaches out to explore every pale inch of skin from her neck to her breasts. He’s memorizing every beauty mark and every freckle. He leaves a hot, wet trail from one side to the other, licking and sucking every bit of skin allotted to him. Eventually, the t-shirt she’s wearing is nothing more than a nuisance and has to be taken care off. Her moans fill his ears with added desire and he becomes the Jeff Winger version of the Hulk and rips the shirt right down the middle. The destroyed material now lays defeated on the floor somewhere and he smothers her lips with his own and wipes the erotic look from Annie’s face. When he pulls away, that look is back and her eyes are dark and magical. He watches as a purple blotch on the underside of her collar bone becomes more prominent. “A hickey form Kenickie is-”
“Like a Hallmark card.” Her voice is thick with lustfulness and the words come out in a rushed groan, vibrating against his lips.
He toys with the waistband of her panties, wondering how long it would take before she pushed his hands away and pushed them down her legs. Well, she makes quick work for his boxers and when she gets them pushed as far down as she can reach, she whimpers helplessly and he kicks them off and reaches into to hook his fingers around the flimsy material of her cotton briefs. Slowly he pulls the down inch by inch until he can just toss them with a careless flip of his wrist. Neither one caring in which direction their unmentionables have gone. For the first time, Jeff witnesses Annie’s nakedness from head to toe. Their first time, in his haste, he left her in her bra. Now, she completely bare in front of him and not an ounce of shyness graces her features. A vixen lays in his bed at night while Susie Homemaker holds his hand in secret during the day. The best of both worlds he’d say.
The intense staring match between the two is interrupted when her foot comes to rub the length of his shin and he’s back to nuzzling her neck. With legs and limbs tightly wound around each other, all Jeff can do is give in to his body’s urge to ravage Annie long and hard; happily he might add.
The force of his thrusts borderlines violent but he had the good sense to lift his head from Annie’s shoulder to see if he is in fact hurting her. Big mistake! The look of pure, uninhibited bliss has Annie’s head thrown back against the pillows and her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Her eyes are closed and her body is flushed from head to toe in a rose colored hue. The growls echoing from the back of her throat are animalistic and a flash of heat burns its way from his neck to his cock. His movements have slowed, but once Annie’s nails run the length of his back, he resumes his earlier forcefulness and shields Annie’s head from banging into the head board.
Their hips cling to each other’s has Annie matches his rough, short thrust with her own. If she had to describe the feeling, it’s almost like being on one of those mechanical bulls. You have no control over which direction it chooses to go, and how long and hard the throttle is. You can however, tighten your thighs and ride it out.
She never thought she’d like it rough, but when you’ve teased and been teased to the point of oblivion, you can’t expect to be in control of how your body reacts. Especially when Jeff had very talented fingers, hands, tongue, teeth…
Each thrust of his cock brings her muscles tighter together. Her toes begin to curl and her body feels like a spring coil being pressed down between two fingers; just waiting to be let go. Her walls clamp down around his cock and her fingers pull at the short strains of his hair. Their mouths clumsily seek each other’s and tongues wrestle until Annie looses all control over her body and her hips buck underneath him in short sporadic bursts. Jeff doesn’t slow down, his thrusts just become longer. When she’s limp against the mattress but her walls still spasm around him, Jeff hold hers hips still and sweat drips from his forehead. Their bodies are slick and flushed the same rosy color. His orgasm is fast approaching. A fright train has replaced his cock. He too, looses control over his movements and Annie’s name tumbles from his mouth; it sounds more like a howl than anything. His neighbors are going to hate him.
He gives them a minute to catch their breath before he rolls out of bed on legs of jello. He stretches his hand out to Annie, “Take a shower with me.” She lazily puts her small hand in his and he pulls her out of bed. He takes one look at her hair and laughs. It’s sticking up in different directions and some of her mascara from last night has smudged. Her lips are swollen and red. Hickeys line one side of her collar bone and he’s never felt more proud of his sexcapades.
“I have sex hair.” Annie points to herself in the mirror. “So, do you.”
“Well, considering we just played a game of Life, I don’t know how that’s possible.” He turns the hot water on and finds clean towels to use afterwards.
“It’s just, I’ve never had sex hair. Or some much a one hickey, let alone four.”
“Your neck is tasty.” She turns towards him and fingers the circular mark against his scruff. “The one I gave you is much bigger.”
“Mine’s more decorative.” He has her beat there. She allows him to help her into the shower and she slides the door closed and both step under the warm spray.
Jeff manages to lather Annie is soap without trying to feel her up; well not purposefully. Annie even gets the authority to wash Jeff’s hair. Her nails rake against his scalp and he sighs in utter contentment.
Once they manage to escape the warm confines of the shower, they catch a quick breakfast and head to Annie’s house so she can change. She also hides an extra pair of clothes and underwear in her backpack for, ‘just in case.’ She can always use Jeff’s t-shirts; they make for cozy pj’s. Annie also like that they smell like Jeff’s body wash and after-shave.
***
By the time the group reconvenes for Anthropology, Jeff and Annie have found a way to conceal his hickey. Luckily for Annie, the shirt she picked out is considered a mock turtleneck and no one will know; except Jeff, what deviousness lays beneath. A little bit of her concealer and some powder does the trick; mix that with his growing five o’clock shadow, what ever they can’t cover looks like an old mishap with the razor.
“Going for that Grizzly Adams look there Jeffy boy?” He gives Pierce his most convincing evil eye.
“No, Pierce, but it looks like you’re going out for the part of Tiny Tim. Say, “God Bless us, everyone.” He throws in a hideous English accent and Pierce looks defeated.
“Ah, screw you Winger.”
“Getting’ slow in your old age huh? Figured you’d have some dirty comeback.”
“It’s these dam pain killers. Got me in the trippiest fog I’ve ever been in since…. since Woodstock.”
“Sure Pierce. It’s the drugs.”
“Maybe you should cut back on them Pierce. You know those kinds of things were created with the devil in mind.” Shirley gives him a sympathetic smile and Pierce fights the urge to tell the good Christian to blow it out her you-know-what.
“I’ll keep that in mind Shirley.”
“Ok, then.”
“Hey, has anyone seen Abed or Troy.” Britta’s voice breaks the evil starring contest between Jeff and Pierce and Annie suddenly looks to the two empty seats behind her.
“No, I haven’t.” Annie looks to Britta while shaking her head. But before the discussion can go any further, the missing persons walk in and take their seats. Matching mischievous grins on their faces. Professor Duncan walks in moments later, brings out the TV projector, pulls up youtube, and class has begun. “The Farting Preacher” takes up the entire class period.
Why were Abed and Troy late?
***
When it’s clear there is no use sticking around for The Farting Preacher, part 12, the seven of them all file out of the class room and head to their favorite spot. The closer they get to their study room, the more anxious Troy and Abed become.
“Ok, what is it with twinkle toes and Tinkerbelle?” Jeff looks at the antsy ‘boys’ doing a slightly giddy dance as they approach the doors.
“Ah, a Peter Pan reference. Nice one Jeff.”
“Abed!”
“Oh, you’ll see Jeff. You’ll all bare witness to my and Abed’s masterpiece.” Troy and Abed open the double doors and like a gift form heaven, the two of them imagine French horns and a bright white light shinning on….
“What is all this?” Britta pushes past the entranced Troy and is bewildered by the get p in front of her. Annie comes behind her.
“Oh, no! You two are not planning to do what I think you’re planning to do. Are you?” Her voice quivers and her eyes are wide and sad. The motcho man inside Jeff wants to high-five Aden and Troy for the masterfulness, but the sad look in Annie’s eyes prevents him from doing so.
“Well, well, the Wright Brothers have done it again.”
“Thank you Jeff. Who are the Wright Brothers?”
“Wright Brothers, responsible for the man in flight, generally credited for the invention of the first successful airplane. Any of this ringing a bell Troy?”
“Ooh. Sure. But what does a mousetrap have to do with an airplane?”
“I just meant the fact that you designed something. Oh, never mind.” Jeff follows Annie and Britta as they inspect the life size version of the mousetrap game. They don’t have the crank, but they have the shoe, the marble, the bucket, the fake stairs, the rain pipe, the bathtub (not a real bathtub, but close to looking like one), the catapult and the bright blue cage complete with a rope. It’s very detailed and there’s even a piece of cheese waiting for the mouse.
“You can’t do this Abed. It’s not fair. Wilber hasn’t hurt anyone.”
“Correction, you said we couldn’t kill him. Nor could we leave him in the wall. Catching him like this is humane and safe.”
“You’re tricking him with his favorite snack. That’s mean and distasteful. I won’t have it!” Her words are marked with the clinking of the silver marble running it’s course. The mouse had sniffed out the cheese and before Annie can dive onto the ground and pull little Wilber free, the cage clamps down and imprisons the innocent grey mouse. His nose sniffing frantically, he eyes are filled with worry; he knows he’s been caught. He fell so easily for the bait. ‘But it’s so yummy and tempting.’ Dam his lack of will!
“NO!” Annie sinks to her knees. “Let him go Abed!”
“Annie, he’s just a dirty mouse. Let it go.” Annie whips her head around, causing Jeff to cringe and rub his own neck in sympathy.
“You know what Britta, you may have a cold black heart. But not everyone wants to be a Scrooge like you. That mouse hasn’t done a dam thing to anyone. He doesn’t deserve to be captured like this!”
“Oh my.” Shirley’s eyes are still wide, but she turns her head to hide her smile. Britta’s been grouchy all week. Annie turns to Abed, a lot calmer after her outburst.
“I’m sorry Abed. I know you and Troy worked extremely hard on this… mechanism. But I have to ask you to let Wilber go. Please.” Abed thinks for a moment. The trap served its purpose. He and Troy hadn’t really thought about what they were going to do after they caught the mouse.
“It’s only the fair thing to do Annie.” He nods to Troy, who pulls up on the rope and the cage lifts up off the mouse. Annie reaches down and scoops the little grey fur ball into her hand and walks out of the room; of course, after giving Troy and Abed a thankful kiss on the cheek. Jeff follows her out.
“So, what you gonna do?”
“Let him go outside. I never had a pet, and I would have liked to have one, but he belongs outside with the rest of his mice buddies.”
Together they walk out into the quad and find a nice grassy place for him to be set free. Wilber sniffs the fresh air and off he goes. Thankful for Annie’s braveness and kindness. Without caring who’s around, Jeff puts his arm around Annie’s side and she leans in to place a kiss on his cheek.
Chapter 2: The One Where the Kraft Mac & Cheese is left Unattended community.livejournal.com/milady_milord/247876.html
Title: The Perfect Duet
Author: justine-88.livejournal.com/
Spoilers: Set partially after 2x09
Pairing: Jeff/Annie
Rating/Warnings: M, No one under 18 please. Naughty smut with plot thrown in. No explicit language
Word Count: 3,657
Disclaimer: © NBC I do not own Community, or the characters. Again, just borrowing.
*Special link after you finish reading www.youtube.com/results
Chapter 3: The Great Mouse Escape
Jeff has the good fortune of experiencing ‘Tutor Annie’ for part of the night. It’s warm in the apartment and she has her hair off her neck and her cardigan had come off. She’s bent over a book, a hot pink highlighter ready at her fingertips; the top part is wiggling back and forth. He too, has his Anthropology book scattered across his lap. Concentration eludes Jeff. Every breath Annie takes heaves her chest upwards and the way she bites her lips sends shivers down his spine. “Will you stop doing that?” He’s startled her out of her studies. Wide doe eyes bare towards him.
“Stop what?” Was she talking to herself? Maybe she’s clicking her pen. ‘But I’m not holding a pen-’
“Stop breathing!”
“Jeff?”
“Sorry. It’s just, every time you breathe, your breasts get… bigger. I can’t concentrate on ‘Man’s role in the Tanzania Tribe’.”
“Are you objectifying my cleavage to make your lack of concentration valid?”
“Yes.” She thinks for a moment. Pride swells deep within her. ‘I have sexual power of Jeff Winger.’ But the same can be said for his power over her.
“Hmm.” She looks down at her own breasts and uses her hands to cup the under side of each and shifts them upwards so that they spill out over her flimsy tank top.
“Your cup runneth over.” He mumbles to himself and both Jeff and Annie get back to their reading with matching amused looks.
When all the important details have been highlighted and a meticulous outline has been prepared, Annie asks a very time sensitive question.
“Can we order pizza?” Her voice has a hint of shyness and Jeff expects to be reminded of her innocence, but he’s already been privy to the dark side of Annie, that even her innocent prowess will have to be extra strong in order to break his will. Oh, who is he kidding? This is Annie, her doe eyes will always keep her face pure and easy to give into. He’ll be a sucker for it every time. With this talk of pizza however, she needn’t be ashamed or shy to ask.
“Of course. There’s a menu somewhere in the kitchen.” He watches as she stalks into the kitchen, a woman on with a mission. “Oh, can you please bring in the phone.”
“I don’t mind calling.” Her voice carries into the living room, but she soon appears in the doorway. “Unless of course you mind?” Her hands are wrung together and her feet cross together.
“No, not at all. I just didn’t want to assume.” He closes the book; he’s been reading the same page for the past fifteen minutes anyway.
“As much as you try to deny it Jeff Winger, you are chivalrous.” He hears her pick up the phone and orders a penne and vodka pizza (both have an unrequited love for it).
Once half the pizza has been consumed, Annie packs up her notes and joins Jeff on the couch; still munching on a third slice. They flip through channels until they come across a marathon of… you guessed it, ‘Clueless.’
“Well tickle me pink.” Annie can’t believe it either. ‘Fate, it has to be fate.’
“Can we watch it? Please, please, please!”
“Yeah, alright. What the hell?” He pulls down the afghan, lying across the top of his couch and covers Annie legs with it.
“Thank you Mr. Winger.”
“You’re welcome Miss Edison.” He makes a motion to tip his imaginary hat, and they both settle in to watch the movie… twice. To give Jeff credit, the movie was halfway through when they found it. So, technically he only watched it once. Entirely.
The light snoring coming from his lap is Jeff’s cue to turn off the TV and bring them to bed. She mumbles incoherently as he scoops her into his arms and takes her to his bedroom. He believes it has something to do with a flying monkey and Forest Gump. Jeff carefully strips Annie down to her underwear. He unhooks her bra and fights to keep his groin in check. ‘Why do I have to be such a douche?’ He dresses her in one of his t-shirts and tucks her into her side of the bed. He goes about getting himself ready for bed and takes a moment to watch as Annie sleeps before joining her. She immediately turns into his side and they settle in for a full night’s rest.
The sun hadn’t bothered to come up and the cloudy sky predicts a gloomy day ahead. Annie’s first class had been cancelled the week before, and Jeff refuses to go to class before noon. They sleep in late, well sort of.
Jeff is stirred from a sound sleep by soft moans coming from somewhere in the room. He lazily peeks one eye open and his hands rub the body cuddled against his side. They skin to skin contact spurs the moaning even more. But something new is added; Annie’s hips grind against his thigh and, oh my god, she in the throws, of what men like to call, a wet dream.
“Jeff!” His name comes out as a soft plea from those pink luscious lips of hers. He stares up at the ceiling and inwardly groans. “What’s a guy to do?” She moans again and this time he rolls her onto her back.
“Annie.” His tone is straight and to the point. She arches against him and her lips part slightly.
“Aaaaanie.” It’s now more of a lustful singsong tone. Jeff nudges his lips against hers. Annie wraps her legs around him and thrusts her tongue unexpectedly into his awaiting, eager mouth.
“Gotcha!” He’s quite perplexed by the trickery, but he ducks in for another kiss and purposefully grinds his hips against her body. ‘Two can play at this game.’
Once her lips sneak down to play with the sensitive skin of his neck, all thoughts of games and exacting revenge flee. He allows for Annie to push him onto his back and her hips bare down against his erection and hands grip her waist, nails digging into her skin. She resumes her neck play from earlier; lips travel from his ear to his collar bone after long, wet swipes from her tongue. She can’t help the urge to sink her teeth into his flesh and like a starved vampire, she sucks at the skin and Jeff’s fingers become locked at her waist, knuckles growing white as he erotic sighs come from the back of his throat. His hips thrust rhythmically as the pressure from her mouth forms a vacuum tight seal. The instant, sharp pang of pain leaves him more turned on that he ever thought possible. The last of the blood in his brain rushes down south and if he doesn’t stop Annie now, things are going to get messy. Not to mention on part of this two part party will be left unsatisfied. And it ain’t gonna be Jeff.
Annie pulls away from her exploration of his neck and chest and a look of pride and shock sweeps over her face. “I have a hickey, don’t I?”
“Yup.”
“How big?”
“Um, well, you know, about the size of…oh, I’d say…a silver dollar.” She bites her lip in anticipation of speech filled with annoyed sighs and oversized hand gestures, but,
“Well, I guess I’ll have to return the favor.” She wasn’t expecting him to say that. Sure Mr. Pristine never allowed girls to give him hickeys, he never really made-out during sex, but Annie was different. She had a spell over him; he wanted every part of her open to him that included any talents she had with her mouth, hands, hips…breast. Well, you get the picture. Jeff will worry about covering up bite marks later. But right now, he enjoys knowing that he only allowed Annie the privilege of gaining access to parts of him he left guarded. Annie has gone where no woman has ever been left before, not even Britta. Now back to Jeff matching hickey for hickey.
He’s pinned Annie underneath him, her arms hang limply around his neck. She admires her handy work until Jeff’s lips nuzzle the dip between her collar bone. His tongue reaches out to explore every pale inch of skin from her neck to her breasts. He’s memorizing every beauty mark and every freckle. He leaves a hot, wet trail from one side to the other, licking and sucking every bit of skin allotted to him. Eventually, the t-shirt she’s wearing is nothing more than a nuisance and has to be taken care off. Her moans fill his ears with added desire and he becomes the Jeff Winger version of the Hulk and rips the shirt right down the middle. The destroyed material now lays defeated on the floor somewhere and he smothers her lips with his own and wipes the erotic look from Annie’s face. When he pulls away, that look is back and her eyes are dark and magical. He watches as a purple blotch on the underside of her collar bone becomes more prominent. “A hickey form Kenickie is-”
“Like a Hallmark card.” Her voice is thick with lustfulness and the words come out in a rushed groan, vibrating against his lips.
He toys with the waistband of her panties, wondering how long it would take before she pushed his hands away and pushed them down her legs. Well, she makes quick work for his boxers and when she gets them pushed as far down as she can reach, she whimpers helplessly and he kicks them off and reaches into to hook his fingers around the flimsy material of her cotton briefs. Slowly he pulls the down inch by inch until he can just toss them with a careless flip of his wrist. Neither one caring in which direction their unmentionables have gone. For the first time, Jeff witnesses Annie’s nakedness from head to toe. Their first time, in his haste, he left her in her bra. Now, she completely bare in front of him and not an ounce of shyness graces her features. A vixen lays in his bed at night while Susie Homemaker holds his hand in secret during the day. The best of both worlds he’d say.
The intense staring match between the two is interrupted when her foot comes to rub the length of his shin and he’s back to nuzzling her neck. With legs and limbs tightly wound around each other, all Jeff can do is give in to his body’s urge to ravage Annie long and hard; happily he might add.
The force of his thrusts borderlines violent but he had the good sense to lift his head from Annie’s shoulder to see if he is in fact hurting her. Big mistake! The look of pure, uninhibited bliss has Annie’s head thrown back against the pillows and her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Her eyes are closed and her body is flushed from head to toe in a rose colored hue. The growls echoing from the back of her throat are animalistic and a flash of heat burns its way from his neck to his cock. His movements have slowed, but once Annie’s nails run the length of his back, he resumes his earlier forcefulness and shields Annie’s head from banging into the head board.
Their hips cling to each other’s has Annie matches his rough, short thrust with her own. If she had to describe the feeling, it’s almost like being on one of those mechanical bulls. You have no control over which direction it chooses to go, and how long and hard the throttle is. You can however, tighten your thighs and ride it out.
She never thought she’d like it rough, but when you’ve teased and been teased to the point of oblivion, you can’t expect to be in control of how your body reacts. Especially when Jeff had very talented fingers, hands, tongue, teeth…
Each thrust of his cock brings her muscles tighter together. Her toes begin to curl and her body feels like a spring coil being pressed down between two fingers; just waiting to be let go. Her walls clamp down around his cock and her fingers pull at the short strains of his hair. Their mouths clumsily seek each other’s and tongues wrestle until Annie looses all control over her body and her hips buck underneath him in short sporadic bursts. Jeff doesn’t slow down, his thrusts just become longer. When she’s limp against the mattress but her walls still spasm around him, Jeff hold hers hips still and sweat drips from his forehead. Their bodies are slick and flushed the same rosy color. His orgasm is fast approaching. A fright train has replaced his cock. He too, looses control over his movements and Annie’s name tumbles from his mouth; it sounds more like a howl than anything. His neighbors are going to hate him.
He gives them a minute to catch their breath before he rolls out of bed on legs of jello. He stretches his hand out to Annie, “Take a shower with me.” She lazily puts her small hand in his and he pulls her out of bed. He takes one look at her hair and laughs. It’s sticking up in different directions and some of her mascara from last night has smudged. Her lips are swollen and red. Hickeys line one side of her collar bone and he’s never felt more proud of his sexcapades.
“I have sex hair.” Annie points to herself in the mirror. “So, do you.”
“Well, considering we just played a game of Life, I don’t know how that’s possible.” He turns the hot water on and finds clean towels to use afterwards.
“It’s just, I’ve never had sex hair. Or some much a one hickey, let alone four.”
“Your neck is tasty.” She turns towards him and fingers the circular mark against his scruff. “The one I gave you is much bigger.”
“Mine’s more decorative.” He has her beat there. She allows him to help her into the shower and she slides the door closed and both step under the warm spray.
Jeff manages to lather Annie is soap without trying to feel her up; well not purposefully. Annie even gets the authority to wash Jeff’s hair. Her nails rake against his scalp and he sighs in utter contentment.
Once they manage to escape the warm confines of the shower, they catch a quick breakfast and head to Annie’s house so she can change. She also hides an extra pair of clothes and underwear in her backpack for, ‘just in case.’ She can always use Jeff’s t-shirts; they make for cozy pj’s. Annie also like that they smell like Jeff’s body wash and after-shave.
***
By the time the group reconvenes for Anthropology, Jeff and Annie have found a way to conceal his hickey. Luckily for Annie, the shirt she picked out is considered a mock turtleneck and no one will know; except Jeff, what deviousness lays beneath. A little bit of her concealer and some powder does the trick; mix that with his growing five o’clock shadow, what ever they can’t cover looks like an old mishap with the razor.
“Going for that Grizzly Adams look there Jeffy boy?” He gives Pierce his most convincing evil eye.
“No, Pierce, but it looks like you’re going out for the part of Tiny Tim. Say, “God Bless us, everyone.” He throws in a hideous English accent and Pierce looks defeated.
“Ah, screw you Winger.”
“Getting’ slow in your old age huh? Figured you’d have some dirty comeback.”
“It’s these dam pain killers. Got me in the trippiest fog I’ve ever been in since…. since Woodstock.”
“Sure Pierce. It’s the drugs.”
“Maybe you should cut back on them Pierce. You know those kinds of things were created with the devil in mind.” Shirley gives him a sympathetic smile and Pierce fights the urge to tell the good Christian to blow it out her you-know-what.
“I’ll keep that in mind Shirley.”
“Ok, then.”
“Hey, has anyone seen Abed or Troy.” Britta’s voice breaks the evil starring contest between Jeff and Pierce and Annie suddenly looks to the two empty seats behind her.
“No, I haven’t.” Annie looks to Britta while shaking her head. But before the discussion can go any further, the missing persons walk in and take their seats. Matching mischievous grins on their faces. Professor Duncan walks in moments later, brings out the TV projector, pulls up youtube, and class has begun. “The Farting Preacher” takes up the entire class period.
Why were Abed and Troy late?
***
When it’s clear there is no use sticking around for The Farting Preacher, part 12, the seven of them all file out of the class room and head to their favorite spot. The closer they get to their study room, the more anxious Troy and Abed become.
“Ok, what is it with twinkle toes and Tinkerbelle?” Jeff looks at the antsy ‘boys’ doing a slightly giddy dance as they approach the doors.
“Ah, a Peter Pan reference. Nice one Jeff.”
“Abed!”
“Oh, you’ll see Jeff. You’ll all bare witness to my and Abed’s masterpiece.” Troy and Abed open the double doors and like a gift form heaven, the two of them imagine French horns and a bright white light shinning on….
“What is all this?” Britta pushes past the entranced Troy and is bewildered by the get p in front of her. Annie comes behind her.
“Oh, no! You two are not planning to do what I think you’re planning to do. Are you?” Her voice quivers and her eyes are wide and sad. The motcho man inside Jeff wants to high-five Aden and Troy for the masterfulness, but the sad look in Annie’s eyes prevents him from doing so.
“Well, well, the Wright Brothers have done it again.”
“Thank you Jeff. Who are the Wright Brothers?”
“Wright Brothers, responsible for the man in flight, generally credited for the invention of the first successful airplane. Any of this ringing a bell Troy?”
“Ooh. Sure. But what does a mousetrap have to do with an airplane?”
“I just meant the fact that you designed something. Oh, never mind.” Jeff follows Annie and Britta as they inspect the life size version of the mousetrap game. They don’t have the crank, but they have the shoe, the marble, the bucket, the fake stairs, the rain pipe, the bathtub (not a real bathtub, but close to looking like one), the catapult and the bright blue cage complete with a rope. It’s very detailed and there’s even a piece of cheese waiting for the mouse.
“You can’t do this Abed. It’s not fair. Wilber hasn’t hurt anyone.”
“Correction, you said we couldn’t kill him. Nor could we leave him in the wall. Catching him like this is humane and safe.”
“You’re tricking him with his favorite snack. That’s mean and distasteful. I won’t have it!” Her words are marked with the clinking of the silver marble running it’s course. The mouse had sniffed out the cheese and before Annie can dive onto the ground and pull little Wilber free, the cage clamps down and imprisons the innocent grey mouse. His nose sniffing frantically, he eyes are filled with worry; he knows he’s been caught. He fell so easily for the bait. ‘But it’s so yummy and tempting.’ Dam his lack of will!
“NO!” Annie sinks to her knees. “Let him go Abed!”
“Annie, he’s just a dirty mouse. Let it go.” Annie whips her head around, causing Jeff to cringe and rub his own neck in sympathy.
“You know what Britta, you may have a cold black heart. But not everyone wants to be a Scrooge like you. That mouse hasn’t done a dam thing to anyone. He doesn’t deserve to be captured like this!”
“Oh my.” Shirley’s eyes are still wide, but she turns her head to hide her smile. Britta’s been grouchy all week. Annie turns to Abed, a lot calmer after her outburst.
“I’m sorry Abed. I know you and Troy worked extremely hard on this… mechanism. But I have to ask you to let Wilber go. Please.” Abed thinks for a moment. The trap served its purpose. He and Troy hadn’t really thought about what they were going to do after they caught the mouse.
“It’s only the fair thing to do Annie.” He nods to Troy, who pulls up on the rope and the cage lifts up off the mouse. Annie reaches down and scoops the little grey fur ball into her hand and walks out of the room; of course, after giving Troy and Abed a thankful kiss on the cheek. Jeff follows her out.
“So, what you gonna do?”
“Let him go outside. I never had a pet, and I would have liked to have one, but he belongs outside with the rest of his mice buddies.”
Together they walk out into the quad and find a nice grassy place for him to be set free. Wilber sniffs the fresh air and off he goes. Thankful for Annie’s braveness and kindness. Without caring who’s around, Jeff puts his arm around Annie’s side and she leans in to place a kiss on his cheek.