My Futanari Dreamgirl

Could this really be happening?
Did my dream girl really have a cock?
My moment of deep thought was interrupted when I noticed that Jesse wasn't humming anymore. My eyes had been locked on the drop of water that had formed at the very tip of her dick when her voice cut through my trance.
"Take a picture…" My eyes shot up to meet her steely gaze. "It'll last longer."
You know the look on the villain’s face in those old action movies when the hero pointed a gun at his head and says a catchy one-liner? Now I know how that guy feels. Surprise flooded my body and the panic surged over me like a wave.
"I… Ummm…" Was all I could manage to sputter out. In a panic I ripped open the bathroom door and rushed outside into the hallway. I slammed the door hard making sure it was closed tight.
I need to say something, but what?
"I'm sorry! I didn't know you were in there… And I definitely didn't see anything!" The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them. My brain didn't even have time to register the stupidity of what I just said.
Good one James. She'll believe that. It's not like she didn't just catch you staring right at her enormous cock!
But she did have a cock, right? I wasn't just dreaming it.
This ruins everything! All of my fantasies have been crushed in a single moment. There was no way I could ever dream about this girl the same way again.
But… I couldn't tear my eyes away. I had to look at it.
I walked into my room trying to clear my head. I sat down on the edge of my bed and replayed what just happened, what I just saw. But before I could make sense of it I heard the bathroom door open. The sound of Jesse walking down the hallway straight to my room echoed through the hallway. I felt my whole body tense up as Jesse walked into the doorway and just stood there, staring at me.
"So," She said. "What are we going to do about this?" She was still naked. No towel no nothing. She was making absolutely no attempt to be modest. Even her body language was provocative. She stood there with her hands on her hips and her legs spread wide apart. Wide enough that her package could hang their freely, so she could taunt me with it.