Alison's plan for passing her test

That afternoon, Alison made it clear what her plan was for passing Thursday's test. I came in from the garden to see her sitting demurely at the kitchen table with a stack of books.

“Oh, there you are Mr. Patterson.” I take in the conservative white blouse and plaid skirt and realize that this part of Alison's attempt to give me my schoolgirl fantasy. “I was looking at all the stuff you expect me to know, and I was wondering if there was an easier way to do well on the test.”

“Well Miss Miller, you've been goofing off for the past month.” I tell her sternly, “You got a bad case of senioritis, and now you've got a lot of studying get caught up.”

“I know, Mr. Patterson.” Alison shrugged off her sweater and unbuttoned the next button of her blouse. “Ever since my birthday, it's been so hard ...”

“Well, you're a smart young lady, Miss Miller.” I pretend not to pick up on her suggestive behavior. “If you dedicate yourself to learning this material, I think you could do it.” With that I head past her towards the living room and my trusty armchair.

“Wait, Mr. Patterson!” Her hand shoots out and catches my arm stopping me by her side. “Maybe we could work out a deal, Sir.” Her doe-eyes blink twice as she stares up at me, “I've been able to work grades out with other teachers in the past.”

“What are you suggesting, Miss Miller?”

“You know, Mr. Patterson.” Her soft hand slides up and down my arm sending waves of warmth straight to my cock. “Some extra credit for extracurricular activities?” Even though we both know where this is going, I do my best to play the role of the hesitant man.

“Stop this Miss Miller, right now!” She doesn't stop, instead she climbs to her feet and presses her firm thighs and tits against me provocatively.

“You want me, Mr. Patterson.” She pulls away just enough that she can see my face. “You want this hard teenaged body, I know it.” She presses her tits against me again and I can feel the warmth of her flesh through the thin layer of cotton. “If I ride your hard cock, Sir, don't you think that's worth at least a 'C' on the test?”

She can feel me tense up and she rubs herself boldly against me before lifting herself to her tiptoes and whispering softly into my ear.

“Come on, Mr. Patterson,” Her soft breasts press tightly against me even as she presses her lips to my ear before whispering huskily. "I've fucked other teachers for grades too.” Before I can come to grips with what she is saying, she starts listing off a collection of imaginary conquests. “Mr. Williams in American History, Mr. Jackson ... uh, let's see ... Mr. Tonaga for Chem and that cute Spanish teacher I had Sophomore year - I forget his name... Oh and Coach Renforth.” She pauses and then explains like I really knew who this man was. “He didn't really help with my grades, but Miss Henderson and him have a thing, and I figured he could put in a good word for me her when she was picking out the cheer-captains.”

“Coach Renforth and Miss Henderson?” I do my best to sound surprised. “Isn't he twenty some years older than her?”

“Oh yeah, Coach likes them young, Mr. Patterson. That's why he was so easy.” Next thing I knew Alison's small hand was reaching for my cock, “Enough about them, I'm still waiting for your answer, Sir. Do you think we can work out a way for me to get a passing grade?”