She's excited

“Wow!” Even though Alison whispers the word, I can hear the wonder and excitement in her voice. “That was amazing.” I prop myself up on my elbow and take in the beauty of a teenaged body. Alison's breasts are still rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, and I realize that I am breathing just as hard as she is. I am trying to come to grips with how amazing the whole experience had felt; Alison however has something else on her mind.

“Are you upset at me for making you wear a condom?” The question catches me a little bit by surprise, and Alison explains. “Richard says rubbers kill the pleasure and that sex is way better if you do it bareback.”

“No Honey, trust me that was amazing for me.” I tell her even as I imagine how much better it would have felt without the layer of latex between us. “You liked it too, right? I wasn't too rough, was I?” When she nods her head shyly, I turn my attention back to her initial question. “Richard is just wrong about condoms.” It is a bit of a lie, but the last thing I want is for Alison to let Dick talk her into not using protection.

From what little I can tell about the man, Dick would stick his cock in any skanky hole he could find. I don’t want any part of the nasty STD’s he might be bringing to Alison’s bed. “Don’t let that young man of yours talk you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with.” I take her face between my hands and look sternly at her. “I’d hate to see you have to leave college and go back to Tennessee because you got yourself knocked up.” Alison’s eyes widen and she nods silently. “That’s my good girl.” I smile as my lips drop to claim hers again.

Alison’s arms wrap around my neck and her lips cling to mine and the kiss goes on for a good long time. Adding to the pleasure is the feeling of her pelvis rocking under my hips, her body is so perfectly formed that I fit into the soft recesses perfectly.

“Mr. P?” Alison reaches up and nibbles on my ear.

“Yeah, Angel?”

“Can we do it again?” Even with the sensation of her firm young body wiggling under me, my cock has shrunk back to nothing. I’m definitely going to have to see about getting a prescription to Viagra® or whatever new wonder pill they are recommending now.

“As much as I’d like to, Angel,” I nuzzle the soft skin under her ear, “I think I'm done for the night.” As if to punctuate the thought, I wiggle my hips so she can feel the flaccid member against her soft thigh. With a contented sigh I roll off to her side and pull her close. After a little careful wiggling, I am spooning this beautiful young woman with her ass wedged against my pelvis and her back pressed to my chest. “Let’s just lie here together, so I can hold you.”

“Really?” Alison is clearly surprised by this request. I guess after Dick’s constant disappearances, she doesn’t have much experience with cuddling after sex. I slip my hand up over her belly until I cup the smooth softness of her tit; giving it a gentle squeeze I pull her even closer.

“Really,” I assure her. In the summertime, Connecticut evenings are warm enough not to need blankets, so we spoon together on top of the bedding for a good thirty minutes as our breathing slows and deepens. As we lay together on the bed, I ask the question that I've wondered about more than once over the past month. “How did someone as sweet as you ever end up with a man like Richard anyways?”

I regret asking the question as soon as the words slip out because I feel her soft body stiffen.