Much worse

Thursday morning comes and goes without any craziness, and as I watch Alison head off for her classes I don't know if I feel relieved or disappointed. I'm out at the grocery store when Alison usually returns, so I don't see her until late in the afternoon. I'm in the kitchen rubbing up a roast with a dry rub, when I hear her calling me from the living room.

“Mr. Patterson, I need you to come see something.” I should have realized something was up, but I was already thinking ahead to the biscuits I was planning to have with the roast and so when I walked into the dining room I stopped dead in my tracks. Her playful giggle reveals that this is the exact response she was hoping for.

“Hi Mr. Patterson. Do you like what you see?” I do of course. Any heterosexual man would love to see this little pixie stretched out on his couch wearing nothing but a teasing smile on her face, but after my initial appraisal I was able to get back to my role as the grumpy recalcitrant teacher.

“Miss Miller!” I manage to stammer out. “What the Hell do you think you're doing?”

“Come on, Mr. Patterson, you and I both know there's no way I'm going to pass your test.” She stretches out like a cat in a sunny spot by the window, showing me even more of her young body. Her giggling probably should annoy me, but I'm a little surprised to find it's just turning me on even more. “Unless there's some way to get some extra credit?” When she sees me begin to waiver she slides to the floor and starts crawling towards me on her hands and knees. “Loosen up Mr. Patterson, you know you want my hot little body.”

“Teachers shouldn't take advantage of their students.” As a way to shut down this sexy tease's offer it lacks both authority and conviction.

“Get real Mr. Patterson,” her hands rest on my thighs not quite touching the bulge in my jeans, but awfully close. “You're not taking advantage of me. I probably have more sexual experience than you...” she pauses for a second, “unless you'd rather seduce a timid virgin?” She pretends to cover herself up as best she can with her hands and looks up at me wide-eyed. As cute as she looks, it's not really what I'm in the mood for. I don't have to say a word before she continues, “No, I didn't think so, Sir. But you still want a piece of this.” She takes advantage of my hesitation to start on my belt, deftly working the buckle like she's done this dozens of times before.

“A self-righteous ass like you could never pop a goodie-two-shoes' cherry,” With the belt out of the way the snap and zipper follow quickly, and my boxers do nothing to hide how swollen and hard my erection has become. “But, you would punish a promiscuous slut. Show that little bitch what a man does with a hot-to-trot bitch who's been teasing him all year. Right?”