Ask if you can cuddle with Megan

"Babe?" the sleeping beauty on your bed asks drowsily. "Can I ask you a question?"

As you look at her, you get a mixture of emotions that you have a hard time placing.

"Actually," you say, "I was gonna ask you a question."

"Go ahead," she says, adjusting her sleepy head on the pillow.

"Would you mind if I climbed into the bed and... cuddled with you for a bit?" It's almost embarrassing to ask.

"You mean like, you're the big spoon and I'm the little spoon?" she says. Her nose wrinkles as she sniffles.

"Sure," you say.

"Now that's a fetish I haven't heard," she says. "Just kidding. Hop on in, you're the boss, babe."

You climb over her and settle in behind her. You grab her gently by her arm, and she takes your arm and places it on her waist. It feels very comfortable, and you start to feel drowsy.

But there's still something that's bothering you.

You wish you were holding Eleanor instead of Megan.

"Megan?" you ask.

"Hmm-hmm?" she says, adjusting herself to be closer to you. You feel her ass pressing up against your crotch. Okay, cuddling with Megan isn't the worst thing in the world.

"Can I er... tell you something personal?" There's a pause.

"I'm listening," she says.

"Well er... I'm kinda seeing this girl..."

"That's nice," she says, still sleepy and in a casual tone, bordering on disinterest. "She cute?"

"Well, she's very cute," you say, "and smart, and funny..."

"Wow. What's the problem then?" she says.

"Well... for now things seem to be heading in the right direction... but... this has happened before, and it always ends up fizzling out or going to shit," you tell her. You're not sure if Megan Nookie the pornstar is the right person to tell this, but since you're holding her, you might as well share some intimate details.

"I see," Megan says. "Well... I'm just a porn star, I don't have a psych degree or anything, but... maybe you should stop trying to control things so much."

"That's just it," you say. "I used to not have any control over my life... and now I control everything... except the one thing I want," you say. "I can't control her. I don't want to."

"That's how it's supposed to be," she says. "You can't control love, or it stops being love. Not that I'm a relationship expert or anything, but... I read articles 'n shit. Anyhow, I'm sure having five hot chicks suck your cock will relieve some of the pressure you're feeling," Megan says.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," you tell her.

As you lie there comfortably and snugly, you pretend you're with Eleanor. Then you are awoken from your drowse when the doorbell rings again.