Quintessential college blonde

Staring back at you was an incredibly attractive girl. She had shoulder length blonde hair, big blue eyes, a cute nose, great lips and good teeth, and a nice jaw line.

She had a petite body, with perky breasts that were a bit bigger than a handful, at least, bigger than a handful to you. With a quick spin of your body, you were looking at your tight round ass in the mirror.

A knock at your bedroom door snapped you out of your trance. You pulled on an oversized robe and went out to greet who would no doubt be Paul.

"Hey, I thought you might want some clothes," Paul said, holding up a suitcase. There's a paper in there of all the things I told my parents. Your name is Erin."

"My name was always Aaron. Don't you think it'll be a little weird if I show up with the same name? We don't know each other well, but I kinda know your parents," you respond, fetching the paper out of your bag.

"Not Aaron, Erin, with an e, r, i, and n. I thought it would be easy to respond to."

You were confused as you looked over the list.

"These are a lot of things I'm into."

"Yeah," Paul grinned. "You know I'm not good at making things up on the spot. I kinda used you as the template.

You didn't know how to feel about what Paul said. Some of you told you that you should be flattered, but the other part was a little weirded out.

"Thanks for the clothes, Paul. I'm going to dress and study up.