Not right away

“I can't, Mr. P. It's too embarrassing.” The poor thing is close to tears, laying naked on her bed with a old man watching her with her hands between her legs. I'm not going to make it worse by embarrassing her more.

“It's OK, Honey.” I step back with a gentle smile meant to reassure her. “We're probably moving too fast anyways.”

“I tried to tell you; I can't do anything right.” By now Alison has pulled herself into a ball sitting up on the bed hugging her knees to her chest tightly. “I don't even know why you even want to be with me.” I can think of a whole bunch of reasons I want to be with a beautiful nineteen-year-old coed and not all of them involve me fucking her silly.

“You're not stupid, Alison.” I realize with an inner grin that I have slipped into 'teacher mode' and Alison seems to respond well to the calm authority, so I make sure to keep speaking to her in the same tone. “You might lack experience, Hun, but that's something that we can fix; I promise.”

“Really?” The poor thing seems grateful that I intend to fuck her every way I can think of until she's experienced enough to please even the most demanding lover.

“Really. Let's back up a little,” I settle on the bed by her side and gently take her hand in mine. “Tell me more about this Saint Ursula you read about.” For the next few minutes I listen to her as she tells me how she became a devotee of the ancient Saxon saint.

“I read everything I could about her.” Alison explains looking up at me with her soft doe-eyes. “During the day I tried to be as saintly and holy as St. Ursula, and then at night I'd do the most wicked and sinful acts as I acted out the pure princess' fate in the hands of the powerful pagan warlord.” It is actually kinda hot to think about this contrast, but I keep my face as neutral as possible and let her go on. “I even put together an outfit I could wear when I was pretending to be the captured maiden. I told my mother I needed it for a school play, but mostly I just wanted to have it so I could slowly take it off as I imagined what it would be like to undress for a man.” Alison pauses for a second or two before squeezing my hand. “I brought it with me, Mr. P. Do you want to see it?”

“I'd like that.” I smile in anticipation, “I'll give you some privacy, so you can change into it.” Judging from the look of surprise on Alison's face, I don't think she was planning on wearing the dress, but her eyes drop to her knees, and she nods shyly.

About four minutes later I hear Alison calling my name and I step back into her room to see her wearing a long blue dress that looked like something you'd see at a renn-faire. The tears from earlier, still visible on her cheeks, add to the effect of a maiden who knows she is about to be used for the pleasure of a man for the first time.

“Do you like it, Sir?” I note in passing the change from 'Mr. P.' to Sir, but that doesn't change my answer a bit. I guess like most men I've had fantasies of deflowering virgin princesses, and that is exactly what Alison looks like dressed up like this as the Saxon saint about to be martyred to a pagan barbarian's lust.

“You're beautiful.” I tell her in complete truthfulness. “I can see what a valuable prize for a Hun warlord you would be.” Alison's hands creep up towards the large cross that hangs almost between her pale breasts.

“Please, Sir.” I detect a slight change in her tone from the playfulness that I am used to, but I'm still a little surprised as she continues. “Don't make me do that. No man has ever seen me unclothed.” After a moment to collect myself, I realize this might be what she needs to find the release she craves.

“It's your choice, girl.” I try to sound as much as possible as a rough warrior enjoying the spoils of war after a hard siege. “Either you take it off yourself, or I'll tear it off your sweet body.”

“Oh, Holy Mother of God, Have mercy.” Despite her appeal to a higher power, Alison starts slowly loosening the ribbons and hooks that hold the dress on. The strip-tease seems to get Alison as worked up as me because by the time she slips out of the blue silk panties I can see how aroused she is. Her pink nipples are tight little buttons, and I can clearly see the gleam of juices from the petals of her sex.

“I've never been with a man.” She looks every bit as innocent as she is pretending to be, and I can't wait to finish what we have started. “Will you be gentle with me?” I still don't have any condoms, but judging by the way Alison is staring at me I suspect I could do just about anything I wanted.