you sat there on the couch, at some gathering your family hosted with some friends and family. you were visiting from college. it was winter break. you major in drama at julliard. since you went to the most prestigious performing arts school in the country, you rarely got to visit your family.

at the gathering, Phillipa just so happened to be there. her and your parents knew eachother through some of the broadway productions she had done. you’ve always secretly had a thing for her, i mean who wouldn’t. she’s phillipa soo for godsake, oh and it didn’t help that she was also your broadway idol.

you knew it was stupid, you were barely 19, and she was 34. she was poised and straight. you had no shot, yet you couldn’t help yourself to crush on her. the way she carried herself, her long brown hair and her humor, her high cheekbones and cheeks, her freckles, her personality that could light up a room. she was perfect in your eyes. your mother was rarely in your life, leaving you with mommy issues. which is probably the key reason you have a thing for phillipa

while the gathering goes on, and friends and family start to leave, phillipa comes and sits on the other chair across from you. she starts a conversation about your studies at julliard. she’s asks because she studied at the same school and same major, and she always had a delight talking you. she couldn’t help but see a little of her in you

as you both smile and converse, you realize pretty much everyone has left. just you and phillipa. “don’t make it weird, your 19 goddammit. she’s a grown woman, she’s straight, stop. calm down” But unfortunately, you were ovulating like crazy and extremely horny.

as you get lost in your thoughts, phillipa comes next to you on the couch and touches your thigh, she grabs your chin to face her soft but sharp hazel eyes. she gives a gentle smile. “So, are you going to tell me what this is about? Or do I have to be your mommy and figure it out myself, little miss?”