I like her just like this.

“There's so much I'd like to show you, Miss Miller.” If I was going to play out this schoolgirl fantasy, I may as well do it right. Alison seems to think so too because her breathy sigh is a combination of excitement and girlish nervousness.

“Yes, Sir. I want to learn everything.” She lets me lead her upstairs to her bedroom and stands with her eyes downcast as I slowly strip her of her clothes.

“Kneel here, Sweetheart.” I point to the floor next to the bed, and as she sinks to the floor, I pull off my clothes slowly so as not to scare this innocent beauty. Even so I see Alison's eyes widen as she stares at the erect pole that juts up proudly.

“It's so big ...” It's a cliché, I know but every man likes to hear those words and coming from the lips of a timid schoolgirl they sound even better. I lift her chin and kiss her softly just brushing her trembling lips with mine.

“I've never done anything like this before, Mr. Patterson.” Alison looks truly adorable on her knees like this between my legs.

I guess I have a weakness for women on their knees like this, kneeling between my legs submissively, waiting to please me. Like any other man, I am a little tempted to sweep her up onto the bed and stick my cock into her tight young pussy. Instead, I take her small hand and pull it to where my cock is throbbing and wrap her fingers around the hard shaft.

“We're going to start slow, Miss Miller.” I murmur as I move her fingers slowly up and down. “This is what's called a hand-job. Most high school boys can be satisfied if you are willing to stroke them like this 'till they cum.” Alison nods in understanding, still silent either because she doesn't want to break the mood or because she just doesn't know what to say.

“You don't have to take off your clothes for this either. You can give a boy a hand-job while sitting in his car or even at a movie theater.”

“Oh, I couldn't!” Apparently, that last bit is finally enough to break her silence.

“You might have to,” I chuckle softly as she strokes you more confidently, “if you want any kind of social life. Especially once you go off to college.”

“Do all college girls give h-hand j-jobs?” I'm not sure if the half stutter she has when she says the last words is planned or just a natural result of her acting skills, but the effect is undeniable. Between her shy questions and soft fingers teasing my cock, I am starting to throb.

“College girls give blow-jobs, Honey, and much, much more than that.”

“Really? I don't know how to do any of that ...” That sounds like an invitation, but her hands are doing a pretty good job too.