(George) -The next morning.
"So... How'd it go?" McCartney asked. "We kissed." I smiled. "That's it? You could have shagged her already! Are you too nervous, Harrison?" Asked Paul. "You're right," I replied. "I'm way too nervous. I don't deserve a girl like her. She is way too beautiful for me." I exclaimed. "Now, now, don't put your self down like that George, she is very beautiful and you're a great guy. Things will work out." Paul assured me. We decided to go over to John's house. "How have you not slept with her yet?" John asked me. "I don't know, she is way too beautiful for me. Plus I'm not really the most experienced guy when it comes to sex." I honestly tell him.
(Charlette)
I wake up longing for him. "George." I sigh, as I raise out of my bed. I'm not good enough for him, I tell myself as I examine myself in the mirror. First of all my breasts are big actually, a D cup, but still not enough for him probably. What if he likes small breasts? My thighs touch and I have what you call curves, which he probably isn't interested in. He probably likes those models with straight figures and skinny legs and thighs and long blonde hair. Why can't I be pretty like the girls in those magazines? I am determined to be pretty for him. I buy a tight fitting red dress that shows off my breasts, bum, and thighs. I know Paul isn't home because his car is gone and he usually has band practice on Saturday. I put on a black leather jacket and start walking to John's house.
I knock on the door and Ringo answers. He doesn't say anything but look at me from head to toe and back at my chest. I feel really uncomfortable. I awkwardly clear my throat and he lets me in. They all stare at me. I meet his eyes and quickly look away. But my eyes are drawn back to his. He is examining me like Ringo. I start to feel my cheeks heat up and quickly sit down next to George. I try my hardest to avoid eye contact. If only he knew he was the reason I couldn't sleep at night, and when I could he would be in my dreams and they were sometimes dirty. I couldn't look him in the face with my face turning red and thinking about what we did in my dreams. I'm a lady. I shouldn't be dreaming about things like this but I can't help it. I'm dazed into my own thoughts when suddenly his hand brushes against mine. I'm overreacting. He didn't even notice. He's too busy talking. Maybe I should get his attention. I'm mean it wouldn't hurt right? Maybe my dreams could come true. I sigh in a seducing type of way and stretch my arms to push my breasts forward, towards George. He notices and starts to blush. This will be fun. I scoot closer to him on the couch. His hand is so close it brushes against my thigh. He notices and turns red. I let out a small hardly audible moan that only he can hear. He looks at me and smiles. If smiles could make you pregnant, I'm having triplets. His smile is beautiful. He looks back towards his friends listening to their conversation. Ugh. Look at me. I want you. I'm really not my normal self when I'm near George. I just want to be held by him. "Hey, George..." I whispered kinda sexily in his ear. "Hey Char." He replies. "Is there a place we can talk in private?" I whisper seductively. "I'm sure John wouldn't mind if we talked in his room." He whispered back.