One little kiss can't hurt

“Maybe we can try just a little kiss.” All of Alison's games this week have me pretty ramped up, and there is no way I'm letting her walk out of here without a little action.

“Really, Mr. Patterson?” She looks adorable as her face brightens into a wide smile. “That's so cool.” Already, I am anticipating holding this lovely young woman in my arms and letting her know how desirable she is.

I'm not really sure how it happened, but somehow this naïve beauty is standing just inches from me, so close that I can smell the light flowery scent of her body wash. The combination of her glasses and sparce makeup make her look very much like the dorky schoolgirl she is pretending to be, but I know better than any other man just how sweet Alison's firm body is and how responsive she is to my touch.

“No one can know about this, Miss Miller.”

“No, Sir. I understand.” The whisper is barely audible, as is her gasp when my hand rests on her shoulder tucking her blonde hair gently behind her ear and thumbing the soft skin beneath it at the same time. Alison's soft moan and the way her chin lifts in invitation makes her look even more beautiful than ever.

“How is it that no boy has every realized how fucking hot you are.” It is of course a rhetorical question because any answer she might have given is silenced by my lips gently fluttering over hers. “If I was your age, I'd be all over you.”

“Mr. Patterson, I don't want a boy. I want a man, like you.” Her mouth opens sweetly as she lets me in and her arms curl around my neck as she lifts her mouth to meet mine. The next few minutes are spent in silence as I use every trick I know to make her melt. By the time I finally end the kiss, Alison is clinging to me like a limpet.

“You can do more, Mr. Patterson, if you want.” She licks her lips and bats her doe eyes sweetly. “I don't mind.”

“Be careful what about what you are offering, Miss Miller.” My hoarse groan makes her eyes widen. “It could be just like your nighttime fantasies; I might start making demands that you are not ready for.” When she doesn't say anything or try to move away, I pull her slender body firmly against my hips so she can feel just how hard my erection is against her belly.

“Is that what you want, Mr. P?” Alison's grin makes it clear that she's willing to play this anyway I want. So now the ball is back in my court, do I want to keep slow playing this or feel her splutter and squirm as I take advantage of this love-struck schoolgirl's inexperience?