A Cougar

The blinding white light soon faded, and once Dean could see again, Ben was gone. Memories soon faded and reshaped themselves in this odd new reality. Ben never existed; only Maya remained. With her long black hair, soft brown eyes, large breasts and ass, along with her long legs, she was a goddess on Earth. And she was the love of Dean's life.

They had first met online. Maya was an older woman, but that didn't stop Dean, only twenty when they first met. When they met in person, Dean fell head over heels for her. From the moment they kissed, Maya was head over heels for him. Something clicked in their minds, and they were permanently connected from then on.

"You okay, babe?" She asked Dean as everything fell into place in his mind. "Oh! Yeah. I'm good, sorry. Must've dissociated for a second," responded with a chuckle. Maya kissed his cheek softly as he fell back onto the bed, resting his head on her large breasts, jokingly calling them his pillows. Maya always giggled at that line and let him sleep on them most of the time, gently caressing his head when he did so. Maya soon closed her eyes and they fell asleep together, locked as soulmates now, thanks to the Stereotype Gun.