She breathed in the fresh air for a moment, trying to blink herself into consciousness, only to fall further into the moment. Troy’s lips attached to her own and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, holding him to her. This was what she had wanted too much in high school-and it wasn’t particularly surprising to Annie that this version of Troy was not the one she shared an apartment with. She could tell by the Letter jacket he still wore, and how his hands groped her ass in the way an awkward teenage boy would.
She looked down and realized that she was different too. She was heavier, and she could feel her head buzzing with drugs that she hadn’t touched in nearly four years.
But at that moment, she didn’t care. The moment was so heightened, so lucid that all she could do was feel and sink into the impossible scenario of being groped and dry-humped by her high school crush.
“Shit, Baby,” Troy said against her neck. “Let me in that tight... wet...” Annie stopped listening. Troy and dirty talk confused the hell of her, so she chose just to feel. Feel his hands on her and his cock against her. Feel his fingers pushing aside her underwear and sinking into her hot, wet core. Feel his thumb searching unsuccessfully for her clit, landing somewhere on the outer lips of her vagina.
She didn’t care. Troy could miss her centre entirely and she’d still be happy to sink into this moment.
Then, finally, miraculously, a thumb connected with her clit, causing her to cry out. Her eyes flew open, and she realized the reason for the sudden coordination. She wasn’t with Troy anymore-she was with Jeff, up against the door of his bedroom.
“Fuck, Annie, you’re so wet,” Jeff mumbled against her skin. Annie shuddered at the rasp in his voice, wanting, needing to go faster.
“Please, Jeff,” she moaned, grinding against his hand. Jeff pulled his face from her neck and affixed her with a small smirk, all the while plunging his long, dexterous fingers into her wetness.
“Please what?” She moaned again.
“Please fuck me, Jeff. Please.” Annie hardly knew what was happening as she was ripped from the door and deposited on the bed. She watched as Jeff tore his shirt over his head and pushed his pants to the floor, before closing the distance and in a swift pull, removed her skirt and underwear, leaving her in just a tank top and cardigan on his bed.
He wasted no time fulfilling her request. Annie cried out as he entered her quickly, setting up a brisk pace inside of her.
Annie cried out and grasped his shoulders as her ankles crossed behind his back, giving him as much room to manoeuvre within her as she possibly could.
It was a quick burn after the build-up. She knew she couldn’t hold off for long, and she also knew Jeff was as close as he could possibly be without losing his mind.
Annie began to groan louder and more freque...
I’VE GOT A POCKET, GOT A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE I’VE GOT A LOVE AND I KNOW THAT IT’S ALL MINE OH, OOH WHOA OH!
Annie awoke with a start and looked around with confusion. She wasn’t in Jeff’s bed, or in the woods, or on a Borg Cube. She was in her own bedroom, with the digital clock beside her bed blaring Pocket Full of Sunshine as loud as it possibly could, signalling that it was time to get up.
Annie groaned and crossed her legs, moving her hips, seeking the release Natasha Bedingfield had so cruelly deprived her of.
She looked down and realized that she was different too. She was heavier, and she could feel her head buzzing with drugs that she hadn’t touched in nearly four years.
But at that moment, she didn’t care. The moment was so heightened, so lucid that all she could do was feel and sink into the impossible scenario of being groped and dry-humped by her high school crush.
“Shit, Baby,” Troy said against her neck. “Let me in that tight... wet...” Annie stopped listening. Troy and dirty talk confused the hell of her, so she chose just to feel. Feel his hands on her and his cock against her. Feel his fingers pushing aside her underwear and sinking into her hot, wet core. Feel his thumb searching unsuccessfully for her clit, landing somewhere on the outer lips of her vagina.
She didn’t care. Troy could miss her centre entirely and she’d still be happy to sink into this moment.
Then, finally, miraculously, a thumb connected with her clit, causing her to cry out. Her eyes flew open, and she realized the reason for the sudden coordination. She wasn’t with Troy anymore-she was with Jeff, up against the door of his bedroom.
“Fuck, Annie, you’re so wet,” Jeff mumbled against her skin. Annie shuddered at the rasp in his voice, wanting, needing to go faster.
“Please, Jeff,” she moaned, grinding against his hand. Jeff pulled his face from her neck and affixed her with a small smirk, all the while plunging his long, dexterous fingers into her wetness.
“Please what?” She moaned again.
“Please fuck me, Jeff. Please.” Annie hardly knew what was happening as she was ripped from the door and deposited on the bed. She watched as Jeff tore his shirt over his head and pushed his pants to the floor, before closing the distance and in a swift pull, removed her skirt and underwear, leaving her in just a tank top and cardigan on his bed.
He wasted no time fulfilling her request. Annie cried out as he entered her quickly, setting up a brisk pace inside of her.
Annie cried out and grasped his shoulders as her ankles crossed behind his back, giving him as much room to manoeuvre within her as she possibly could.
It was a quick burn after the build-up. She knew she couldn’t hold off for long, and she also knew Jeff was as close as he could possibly be without losing his mind.
Annie began to groan louder and more freque...
I’VE GOT A POCKET, GOT A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE
I’VE GOT A LOVE AND I KNOW THAT IT’S ALL MINE
OH, OOH WHOA OH!
Annie awoke with a start and looked around with confusion. She wasn’t in Jeff’s bed, or in the woods, or on a Borg Cube. She was in her own bedroom, with the digital clock beside her bed blaring Pocket Full of Sunshine as loud as it possibly could, signalling that it was time to get up.
Annie groaned and crossed her legs, moving her hips, seeking the release Natasha Bedingfield had so cruelly deprived her of.
Fuck Natasha Bedingfield.
End
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