Not right away

As much as I'd like to chase that tease up the stairs into her room there are a couple things that keep me in my seat. The first is that Alison needs to learn that I am not the kind of man that can be led around by his cock. Probably if I had been thirty years younger I wouldn't mind as much, but I've reached the point in my life where I do what I want when I want to, and not respond like some kind of Pavlovian dog to whatever treat is being offered. Of course if I was thirty years younger the other issue would not be a problem either. Honestly I'm not sure that I can get hard enough to take that pretty tease the way I want to, so instead of embarrassing myself with a half-raised flag, I figured I could wait until next time, even if it was a week away.

To my surprise as I half-watch Don Lemon going on about some injustice or another, the memory of Alison's naked body sauntering up the stairs is stirring the beast in my loins. I look down to find that, if not rock hard, I am at least most of the way there. A flash of light blue on the floor attracts my attention, and without thinking too much about what I am doing I lift Alison's discarded panties to my nose and inhaled the fragrant scent of excited teenaged pussy. The soft cotton felt warm against my cock as I rubbed it up and down and just like that I was as hard as ever and eager for more.

I climb the steps two at a time, and slow only as I approached the landing and Alison's closed door. What if she tired of waiting for me and engaged the safety bar I had installed for the peace-of-mind of my tenants? I'd be stuck with nothing but her worn panties to jack off with. For the first time in years, I am unwilling to accept masturbation as an alternative to the real thing. I test the door hesitantly, unsure of what this pretty coed would do if I had to pound on the door and awaken her for sex.

Luckily, it is not an issue, and the door slides open with only the slightest 'click' allowing me to peek into the darkened bedroom. In the dim light from the window, I can make out Alison sleeping half-covered by a sheet and wearing a plain white t-shirt to sleep in. Her pigtails are gone, and in her slumber, she looks as innocent as I thought when I first met her in August.

I probably should have just let her sleep, but by now I am so horny that I know that is not an option. In fact, there is a part of me that wants to take her roughly as she struggles under me, but I choose the middle option. Climbing onto the bed behind her I gently pull her slender body back against my chest as she begins to wake and understand what's going on.

“Mr. Patterson?” I love the way she looks as she blinks the sleep out of her soft eyes, “I thought you weren't coming...”

“I'm as conflicted about this as you are, Honey.” I tell her, kissing the base of her neck where it curves into her soft shoulder. “But I couldn't stay away, and the deal was that I get the whole night with you.”

“Oh, I thought I did something wrong.” She whispers softly, “I tried to be the perfect little tease for you, but I really don't know anything about what men want from me.”

“I can't speak for other men, Angel” I roll her onto her back and kick away the sheet as I reassure her, “But what I want is the sweet small-town girl from Tennessee just the way you are now.” The kiss that follows is easily as good as the best of any of our kisses and by the time we pull apart I have worked her top up into a little roll just under her arms. I spend a few minutes sucking and nipping at her breasts before slowly leaving them so I could look down into her eyes.

“I need you so bad, Alison, but you let me know if I'm going too fast, OK?” She bites her lower lip but nods her assent and I reach for the new pair of panties that replaced the ones I kept from before. If there is any doubt about Alison's **** it is lifted when she shimmies out of her top as I bare her lower half.

“Don't worry about going slow, Mr. P.” She lowers her eyes, embarrassed by what she wants to say, “I want you to hold me down and make me yours. I like it like that.”

“Really?” Once again, she nods silently but as I climb onto her, she reaches up around my neck and whispers in my ear as she pulls me down.

“Really, Mr. P,” her voice almost breaks as she tells me what she wants, “the harder the better.”