Alison gets even bolder

I eat dinner alone that night. Sausage and potatoes cooked together in a casserole that Fran and I used to have quite often. I made coleslaw to go with the dish, and sat quietly eating and thinking. Fran probably would have wanted me to get out there, but I’m pretty sure she would not be at all happy with me coercing a naïve 19 year-old coed into sex. I sigh, and drop my head onto my hands and let the pain wash over me.

The food grows cold and twilight turns to night, but it is not until the bright LED clock on my microwave blinks to 8:00 that I remember that my upstairs tenant will be coming home soon. With a silent nod to my departed Fran, I climb to my feet and star tidying up the kitchen. I am just finishing up when I hear footsteps on the outside steps. At least I don’t have to deal with her teasing. The memory of her bare belly under the skimpy red top makes my cock twitch, and I know that despite what Fran might think, that I do not have the strength of character to resist much more of Alison’s flirting.

I turn on the tea kettle and put some of the casserole in a small container for Alison to reheat and then move into the living room to settle into my chair. I don’t have to wait long. Alison prances down the steps with a whole new look. Gone are the jeans and skimpy top, now she is wearing a ruffled white blouse and a skirt much shorter than anything I’ve ever seen on her before. To complete the brat look, she has pulled her hair into pigtails and her lips shine with some kind of gloss.

“Hi Mr. P” I stare at her in disbelief as she saunters by with her short skirt swishing back and forth. “Is it OK if I raid the fridge for leftovers?”

“Young lady!” My teacher voice stops her in her tracks. “Get your pretty little ass over her right now.”

“OK, Mr. P,” she waltzes back to where I’m sitting, but instead of settling in on the couch like she usually does, she perches on the arm of my lazyboy twirling one of her pigtails like it is something that she does all the time.

“Where have you been, Missy?” I make my voice as stern as possible, but it is hard not to smile at her playfulness.

“I’m sorry, Mr Patterson, the girls and I got talking about,” she pauses and then with a shrug of her pretty shoulders decides she has no reason to lie to me, “about boys…and stuff.”

“Hrumph.” I grunt and then continue firmly, “speaking of boys, did you have a boy over to visit yesterday evening?” Alison puts her hand over her mouth miming surprise and alarm.

“Oh Mr. P,” She whispers softly, “I didn’t think you’d find out.” Her eyes widen in fear. “Please don’t tell my father.”

“Why shouldn’t I,” I ask as I slip my arm around her waist and rest it on her bare thigh possessively. “I feel a certain responsibility to look after you for him.” For the first time, Alison loses her composure, and I can only imagine it is because I am sliding my fingers between her toned legs. Apparently, it is harder for Alison to pretend to be a naughty girl when the man she has been teasing has his hand between her legs.” The flippancy is gone and her protest comes out in a stutter.

“I d-don’t want to be in t-trouble.”

“You are in trouble, Missy.” I laugh as I pull her into my lap and use one of her stupid pigtails to hold her head still as I kiss her. Her eager response to the kiss combined with her ass wiggling on my crotch makes me more committed than ever to see my plan through to its very sweet conclusion. “You’ve been teasing me all day long, haven’t you?”

“Did you like it?” Gone is the giggling brat, with the kiss, I transformed Alison once again into the young woman that I set out to seduce. “After the way you got me worked up yesterday and then left me hanging I thought you deserved it.” She looks up at me from where she is draped over the chair, “Are you ready to go on?”