Exam prep

There was still a few exams left for this semester. Paul had one, and I had two.

We were both sitting in the study cramming.

My grades had actually improved since I became Erin. Well almost, my music was worse. My change in stature made my hands smaller, and my fingers struggled with some of the chords on the piano now. It wasn't impossible, but there were a few things that I needed to re-learn.

Even though I was doing better in all the classes that mattered, I was simultaneously questioning my chosen major. Did I really want to be a teacher? There was only one year left of my time at university. Unless I decided to do some of it again that is, for a different career. But Paul was done next year regardless, and he would be looking for work then. And what if he needed to move? Would I move with him, or stay and do more studies. If Paul got a job somewhere else that paid well, maybe I could focus more on the music. Perhaps even a master, or even a Ph.D.?

I suddenly realized that I have been reading the same sentence for the past 5 minutes.

"Paul?" I asked. "Have you thought about what will happen next year?"

"What about next year?"

"Like where you will apply for jobs and stuff. If you get a job somewhere else, we would need to move. And I would have to find a job wherever that would be."

"Oh, yeah.." he said as he thought.

"I mean it would be best if we found jobs near here right? Dad has offered me a position on the board of his company once I graduate. It comes with quite a bit of stock as well if I can cough up the money."

I just stared at him. "What kind of money are we talking about?" I had some savings and this sounded like a good deal. Paul could borrow that money if he needed it.

"I think it was around 100," Paul said. That seemed like a lot of money. My savings amounted to maybe 15 thousand. 100 thousand, was a long way from that.

"That's quite a lot," I said. And was about to bring up the possibility of him borrowing my savings when he spoke.

"Yeah it is, but I think if I liquidate most of my assets, I will have 75%, and the other 25mill I can borrow from the company and pay back over time."

It took a while for me to wrap my head around what he just said. And it dawned on me that I had never really discussed money like this with Paul before. I knew his family was rich. I could tell that from the mansion when we went to the wedding. But I had never really grasped how well of. Paul was talking in millions. He was discussing spending 100MILLION dollars on the stock in his father's company.

"Paul... We need to have a serious chat." I said. I could see the panic in his eyes. He had the oh-shit-what-did-I-do-now look.

We did have that chat. And it wasn't that long. He told me about a few of his investments, the various things he owned, which included quite a lot of property and stocks. I explained to him how I had no idea that he was Richie rich, and what I had spent the last few minutes of my study time thinking about. He thought I was cute, and that none of those things would be a problem. Even though I didn't have to work at all if I didn't want to he had expected me to. As he put it so nicely, he believed I had a little more ambition than being a sexy trophy wife.

I spent the rest of the evening lost in thought. This changed everything. I could easily go for a Ph.D. in music now. That had always been such a far-off dream.

"Sooo your saying that if I work or study I'm not a trophy anymore? "

"What? No I mean your always gonna be my trophy... Not that your a thing or something to be won, I mean.." He was talking himself into a hole and he knew it. I loved doing stuff like that. He never knew if I was kidding, and always ended up with his foot in his mouth.

"Relax I said," getting up and walking over. "I'm only teasing you. I just love to hear you talk about me being your wife." I sat straddled him in his office chair and kissed him.

"I like the sound of that as well," he said. I felt an immense feeling of being taken care of. He would support me if I wanted to, and he would protect me. My heart was swelling with love. And other parts of me drooling. I was super horny.

We kept on making out in the chair, and I felt his cock stiffen inside his pants. The bulge was poking me in the thigh. I reached down and started unbuttoning his pants. I was having a little trouble getting them down far enough to get his cock out, but Paul just grabbed my waist with one arm and lifted me up enough for him to slide them down. He was pretty strong and I was fairly petit.

I reached down and stroked his cock, slowly. Then under my skirt, I pulled aside my panties and rubbed myself against him. I loved to feel his cock against me. My pussy was dripping wet. And I felt like I was trying to eat him up. Every time his head was close to pushing inside me I fought the urge to push him inside. I fought until I could resist no longer. He pushed inside me as I lowered myself down. Relishing the feeling of being filled. Then as I could fit no more of him inside me, I started to gyrate. I had become quite good at riding but I preferred to let him be in charge. Now I just wanted him so badly. I wanted to feel him inside me. To feel him fill me up. Squirt his load deep inside me, the warm feeling of his seed painting the inside of my womb. I could hear him getting close. His breath quickened. Suddenly he grabbed my hips and pressed me down, pushing deep inside me and I felt the sweet release as his cum flooded into me.