Jeff’s exhaustion from a long day of partying was catching up with him as he started helping Annie wash glasses.  The walls he usually put up around his feelings for her were falling fast after spending so much time with her.

Every time she laughed at one of his bad jokes or flashed him a beautiful smile, it got worse.  Abed and Britta were asleep, so there was no buffer between them.  If only that damn computer hadn’t made him admit to himself how he felt last year.

When her eyes would meet his, he thought of how incredible staring into them while they were finally resolving their sexual tension would be.  He would mentally scold himself as his thoughts became more unclean.  Bad Jeff! 

When her hair would fall to one side of her head, he imagined himself leaving his mark on her neck as they made love.  Everyone would know she was his.  VERY Bad Jeff!

As she leaned over the sink, the briefest glimpse of her cleavage sent his mind into overdrive.  Her breasts already lived rent-free in his head, but the idea of him worshiping them as she moaned with pleasure took center stage.  He imagined them squishing against him as he thrust into her or bouncing as she rode him.  Maybe she would let him finish on them.  Get your mind WAY out of the gutter, you horny bastard!

He picked up another glass to clean as Annie turned and knelt by the cabinets under the sink.  Her purple dress hugged her curves as she looked for more dish soap.  Jeff pictured her kneeling on his bed as he thrust into her from behind, gripping her ass as she screamed his name.  Think of something else NOW, you piece of human garbage!  

Annie returned to the sink, Jeff glimpsing the creamy skin of her legs as she made her way there.  He imagined her thighs squeezing around his head as he lapped at her womanhood.  Get yourself together, Winger!

As Jeff’s eyes wandered lower, he realized Annie had swapped out her heels for slippers.  He’d never been “into” feet.  He hadn’t done anything with any of his previous partners to suggest he was even remotely attracted to their lower extremities.  They were gross, right?

But when Annie slipped her bare foot out of her slipper to itch the side of her other ankle, Jeff’s mind really betrayed him.  The thought of sucking her toes and bathing the soles of her feet with his tongue seemed irresistible.  Even more so when he pictured himself inside her while he did it.  Or the thought of her stroking him with her foot… Winger, you are an insane piece of shit!  What the FUCK is WRONG with you!

He needed to get out of there.  If that stupid computer wasn’t bad enough, realizing that he could sexualize any part of Annie’s body was making things way worse.  How was he supposed to sit near her at the committee meetings now?
