A shy confession

I am expecting this shy student to deny anything to do with the improper messages sent to my phone, so when she shakes her head shyly, I am not surprised. Just as I resign myself to having to find some other topic to spice up the conversation, Alison climbs to her feet and clasps her hands together almost as though she is praying.

“I can't stop thinking about ... things.” For a second, I forget that this is my tenant speaking, a young woman who I've already banged so many times. I see her as she wants me to see her, young, innocent, beautiful and oh so ripe for plucking. “At night, when I'm alone in my room I pretend -” she pauses for a moment before looking up at me nervously. “I pretend that a man is touching me. Sexually.” I watch in stunned silence as Alison starts running her hands sensually over her body. “I imagine what it would feel like to have a man running his strong hands over my body ... pushing aside my clothes, touching me however he pleases.”

“Of course, I tell him I'm not that kind of girl.” Alison continues her monologue as her hands continue to slide over her toned body. “I tell him that I don't want him to touch me like this, but he knows I'm lying.” She licks her lips sensually “This man is so experienced he can do anything he wants, and I can't stop him.” The juxtaposition of this innocent high school girl with the explicit sexual description has my cock rock hard and Alison knows it.

“It's not just any man, Sir.” She bites her lip before adding the words I'm know must be coming. “It's you, Mr. Patterson. You're the man who is groping my virgin body and making me squirm with need.” As much as I'd like to sweep her into my arms and replace her hands with mine. Instead, I do my best to play the **** teacher.

“I think maybe you should leave, Miss Miller.” I tell her and walk slowly to the door, “I can't take advantage of you this way.” Before I get there, I feel her arms encircle my chest, running over my torso much like she had been feeling her own body.

“Why can't you.” She whispers the words softly into my ear and I can feel the warmth of her breath on the back of my neck.

“You're too young,” I turn in her arms and rest my hands on her hips. “And I'm your teacher.”

“So, teach me Mr. Patterson.” Her breasts press against my chest making my already hard erection stiffen even more. “Teach me what a man wants from a girl.” As I stammer softly, she slowly pulls herselt against me and lifts her soft mouth invitingly. “I've never even been kissed before, Sir. I need you to teach me everything.”