She takes charge

The next day I am surprised when I walk into my living room and see Alison wearing her uniform again doing schoolwork at the coffee table. “Oh hi, Mr. Patterson, hope you don't mind me studying down here.”

“Of course not, Angel.” I shrug, until now my tenant has always used the small office upstairs next to the bedroom, but if she wants to be down here with me, I certainly don't mind. “What are you working on?”

“Your test, Silly.” It is only now that I understand that this is part of her plan to fulfill my schoolgirl fantasy. “You said if I don't pass it, I can't go to the dance.”

“How's that going then, Miss Miller?”

“I don't know, Mr. Patterson.” She shakes her head sadly. “You know I'm not that good at this stuff. It just doesn't make any sense.” One of the things that I always admired about Alison was how well she did in school. This 'dumb blonde' routine is clearly for my benefit.

“Maybe I could help you...” This is clearly the opening Alison is hoping for, because she scoots over a little and pats the couch by her side.

“I hope so, Mr. Patterson, I just don't see why I need to know about moles anyways.” I see now that the book on the table is a chemistry book and is open to the chapter on stoichiometry. It's been quite a few years since I've balanced a chemical equation, but I think I still remember the basics. It soon becomes clear that even if I was the best tutor in the world, Alison wasn't going to get any better at the problems, she was interested in a different kind of chemistry. She does everything a girl can do to attract the attention of a man. She twirls her long blonde hair, lets out long soft sighs and side-eyed glances accompanied by shy smiles and on two or three occasions she nudges my arm with her soft breast.

“Come on, Angel, you're not even trying.” Over the course of my 20 plus year career I've had my fair share of students try to get out of learning the material by playing 'cute' like this; it is something that every teacher gets at least sometimes, and we learn to ignore it. But this wasn't real life, this is my fantasy, and Alison is surprisingly bold as she licks her lips in an obvious invitation.

“It's too hard, Sir.” Her small hand rests on my thigh very close to something else that was pretty hard, “Isn't there any other way for me to pass this test?” After the past two weeks where I was the one dictating the pace, it is interesting to let her take charge. Even though we both know where this is going, I do my best to play the role of the hesitant man.

“Stop that Miss Miller, right now!” She doesn't stop, instead she climbs onto my lap straddling my legs with her firm thighs and pushing her tits right into my face.

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

She can feel my nod right on her breasts and she rubs herself boldly against me before leaning over and whispering softly into me ear.

“Just think what I might do for an 'A', Sir.”