Pattie Boyd X Jane Asher because having to think up of a title sucks

The events that unfolded

It was May 23, 1964. Deranged Beatle fangirls beat Cynthia Lennon harder than John ever could in an alleyway somewhere in Liverpool, just for being with John. John, angry that the beating was done for him, decides that the band must go on holiday somewhere secluded in a retreat in Greece so that he can continue beating his wife with no unwanted interference.

When the Beatles, their manager Brian Epstein and road manager Mal Evans arrived at Heathrow Airport, they had all their partners in tow. John had Cynthia, whom he had just beaten two minutes before in a bathroom near the terminal. Paul had Jane Asher, a very sexually attractive actress with red hair. Ringo had Maureen, who was just there, and George had model Pattie Boyd, with an infectious smile and a beaming confidence.

Jane had met Maureen and Cynthia before, but not Pattie. Despite standing next to Paul, she couldn't help but eye Pattie. Something about her made her feel weird, and not in the suspicious manner. She couldn't help but look at Pattie's smile. "God, I really like her smile." Jane thought to herself.

She was knocked out of her trance by Paul, who told Jane that she was lagging behind and that they needed to get the fuck through the gates right now. "Oh, sorry, silly me!" Jane laughed. Silly her...she was unknowingly falling for Pattie Boyd. The entourage were mobbed by fans, but this problem was easily solved, with John beating them all out of the way.

As they all boarded the plane to Athens, they were all seated pretty close. Paul's seat was not next to Jane, but somehow, to Pattie. Jane was very nervous. She loved Paul, but she was enamored with Pattie on a level that wasn't just 'she looks good'. She was scared, but sat near her anyway. Pattie was extremely nice.

"Hello!" Jane nervously whimpered. "Nice to meet you." Pattie replied. The two chatted for a while, about various mundane things, but Pattie was noticing Jane was giving her a bit of a sultry look, and that the two were veering off into more personal and sexual discussions, such as how they would service their partners if they got the chance, but describing more about their side of it. Pattie, while not creeped out, felt a bit awkward, and excused herself for a little bit.

As Pattie went to the bathroom on the plane, her mind began racing. She wasn't having a panic attack, but rather an epiphany. She couldn't get Jane's sultry face out of her mind. Pattie tried to force fantasies of George, but it wasn't working, all she could think about was Jane. She went to the bathroom and did her thing, then she left to go back to her seat.

Jane looked up at her before she sat down and the two locked eyes for a brief moment. Both knew where this was going and tried to shrug it off, but couldn't. "Look..if you and I have a moment in true privacy when we touch down I think we need to talk." Jane whispered. "Good idea..." Pattie replied.

10 hours later, the plane did touch down, and the entourage met a decently sized crowd, some screaming but very collected. The Beatles waved reluctantly but raced quickly to the cabs line up for them, that would take them to a hotel. Pattie and Jane were alone on this one, sitting with their respective partners. The two both thought extensively about each other on the way.

When Paul was speaking to her on what they would do on the trip, Jane was distracted by her thoughts of Pattie. "Just to think, we'll be away from the screaming fans, y'know, we'll get a peace of mind here for a while!" Paul says. "....Yes." Jane mumbles, biting her fingernails. "Jane, something wrong?" Paul asked.

Jane shook out of her thoughts and said in a jolly tone, "Oh no, nothing's wrong, I'm just thinking, that's all." "Missing home?" Paul asked again. "Um, a mixture of things...including that yes...I am missing home...but I'm an actress, I'm away from home a lot anyway, so it's not THAT much of a big deal."

"Oh, okay." Paul said, a teeny bit suspicious, but not really. He was just glad that he wouldn't be dealing with squealing fans for a while. The cabs arrived at this hotel, and each Beatle and their partner had their indiviual rooms. Immediately when John and Cynthia entered their room screaming and smashing could be heard. This was before the Keith Moon saga (although he was beating hotel rooms themselves rather than his wife), so it startled the hotel owner, to the point where police were called and John briefly arrested. 

Jane and Paul talked in their room for a while, as did Pattie and George, before they all went to bed. Both girls were tossing and turning, barely getting any sleep, wondering, why did they become attracted to each other.

The next morning, they were all to go on a bus to this particular retreat. Barely anybody had heard Cynthia being skinned raw by John in a rage; her face resembled a face on an anatomy poster, and she was getting weird looks. 

Jane and Pattie sat together on the bus. Both were a bit nervous, but a feeling of confidence was starting to wash over Jane. After the two awkwardly conversed, Jane finally dropped the bombshell. "Pattie, I think you're the prettiest bloody thing on Earth!".

"Wait, really?" Pattie whisper-yelled. "...I bet you don't like me as much as I like you!". The two girls looked at each other with sultry eyes. Paul was talking to some other friends and so were the rest of the Beatles. George was conversing with their roadie Mal Evans, when his head turned almost 180 behind him. 

Jane and Pattie looked at each other with sultry eyes, their lips moving closer, the two smiling. Finally, their lips made contact. What began as little pecks turned into smooching, the sexual energy beginning to radiate off the two. Jane was extremely aroused. Pattie's nipples were erect, poking at even her fashionable suit. They even briefly french-kissed. Jane, getting sweaty, put her hands on Pattie's tits and slowly caressed them, and the two almost slumped off the seats. 

Paul and George watched this sexual encounter unfold in sheer horror. Quite quickly, both were reduced to tears. Paul cried from behind, and George sobbed. They felt betrayed. Maureen, Ringo's wife, looked over and couldn't help but comment on how beautiful the two looked, before Ringo nervously laughed and said, "I bet you and I could be just as beautiful doing the same thing!"

John was not shocked. He nudged Brian Epstein and said, "Not as good as when I had the hots for my mum.". Brian didn't exactly care about Pattie and Jane: he was gay himself, so seeing two girls kiss didn't really shock him, but these two were normally straight (

Pattie and Jane were essentially making love on a bus in front of their boyfriends and husbands and others, but they couldn't help it. Before it got really sexual, a photographer on board snapped a photo of the two kissing, but was ordered by Epstein not to publish it, as while he personally didn't really give a shit, he felt it could cause bad publicity for the band.

The two realized they were getting too sexy, and stopped. A crying Paul and George disappeared immediately when the bus arrived at the retreat, and Pattie and Jane continued on with their adventures.

In this particular area of the retreat, it was 100% private. Pattie and Jane sat together, had a lengthy session of dirty talk, and then the real action took place.

Jane leaned on top of Pattie. The two gave each other sexual smiles, and began smooching once again. As the smooching persisted, Jane began fiddling with Pattie's clothing finding any buttons or zips and undoing them. As garment after garment was removed, Pattie did the same to Jane, and soon the two would be bare, their nude figures slumped against the wall.

Jane took her hand and began stroking Pattie's crotch, and then elegantly inserted her finger inside her vagina, stimulating it. In return, Pattie pressed her hands on Jane's breasts and caressed them, her nipples almost as solid as a rock. The two began moaning. The two switched, and Pattie began licking at Jane's crotch.

Suddenly, Pattie climaxed and so did Jane, the culmination of their gay ass encounter paid off. Exhausted, the two Beatle girls just slumped on top of each other, their bodies glistening with sweat, and they embraced, knowing that they had basically cheated on their world-famous partners for each other, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hey Ringo, wake the fock up!" yelled John suddenly out of nowhere. Ringo shot awake, laying on a couch at John's place. "We got to head down to the bloody studios, we got songs to record!" John yelled, annoyingly. "Oh okay, peace and love..." Ringo mumbled, getting his shit together. But on a piece of paper, he quickly jots down the fantasy that he had just crafted in his head during his sleep.