The next morning

You wake up to the sunlight peeking through the window. Your mind swirling with the dream you just had, now just a faint glimmer that you really can't remember. Pauls strong arms are holding you. His warm breath on your neck, you feel so at peace... Wait a minute.. you sit up.. this shouldn't feel right. You aren't attacted to guys. You get up and head to the bathroom. Your thighs are sticky. Shit. Creamy white stuff is running down your leg. With out thinking you place a hand on your stomach. Shit. Did you have sex with Paul? Did he cum inside you? You might get pregnant. You get a warm cozy feeling, and then shake your head to get rid of it.

You find some clothes and get dressed. A few minutes later Paul wakes up and comes walking into the bathroom.

"Morning Erin..." he says. You look over and have to **** your eyes away from his massive cock, as he lumbers over to take a piss. "Getting ready for breakfast I see".

You are getting ready... Without thinking about it you have been putting on both lipstick and mascara. Your racing brain tries to make sense of what you are doing. I want to look nice for Paul. NO? what?.

You ignore him and keep putting on your makeup and soon the two of you are headed downstairs for breakfast.