I wake early in the morning

One of the things about about being a teacher all my life is I've become accustomed to waking early. I guess it is about five because I can just see the hint of dawn streaming in through the bedroom window. It takes me a second to realize why the curtains look wrong, and suddenly everything about last night comes rushing back and I realize that my arm is draped over the slender body of my tenant.

Sometime during the night, one of us must have pulled up the bedding because the blankets cover most of her naked form. I can feel her ribs rising and falling slowly and the warmth of her soft skin against my wrist - What the hell am I doing?

The memories of Alison moaning and squirming under me as I fucked her elicit both shame and excitement. Like most men my age I've had more than a few fantasies about sex with a smoking hot teenager, in particular an innocent young woman like this one who I could share my experience with. On the other hand, this shy beauty knew so little of men that I couldn't help feeling that I had taken advantage of her youthful naivety. From what I've heard about Dick, Alison's interaction with men before me was actually almost worse than having no experience at all. It is not hard to imagine what Fran would be thinking if she knew I had used these hard times and Alison's inexperience to manipulate this preacher's daughter into letting me use her for my own perverse pleasure. As a father I wonder what I would say if I had a daughter and I found out some creepy old bastard had taken advantage of my girl like I had. One of the good things about raising boys is that you have a few fewer things to worry about. I can only imagine what Alison's father would think of a man my age manipulating his sweet princess like I had. What can I say, it is wrong, it is so wrong but damn, what an opportunity!

My face is just inches from her soft blonde hair and I can smell the flowery scent of her shampoo that I remember so well from last night. Breathing deeply fills my lungs with the scent of the young woman and I shift my body a little closer to hers so her back is pressed against my chest. I remember all too well what she felt like pinned beneath me as I **** my hard cock into her sweet pussy; it's been a very long time since I felt anything as good as that. Perhaps even more exciting than the feeling of her tight young body was the sound of her surprised moans and gasps of pleasure as I took her.

I consider waking this beauty by pulling her slender body even tighter against mine and fingering her responsive pussy until she is begging me to fuck her again. In my own defense, Alison may have had a sheltered childhood, but her submissive kink goes all the way back to her first experiences with masturbating to the (of all things) lives of the martyred saints that she found in her high school library. If it hadn't been for Alison's argument with her father last spring it could have easily been me and not that asshole of hers that popped her cherry. My cock twitches a little at that thought, I'm not hard yet, but I certainly could be if I decided to take things up a notch. Experimentally I cup her breast with my hand, feeling the softness of the flesh and the weight of her plump tit that just fills my hand. Even in her sleep, Alison murmurs softly and I feel the flesh of her nipple tighten against my palm.

I'm pretty sure that this lovely young woman would be as responsive to my touch this morning as she was last night, but I might be pressing my luck. It may be better to stop and leave last night as a nearly perfect memory for both of us.