She wants to learn more

“I should never have kissed you like that, Miss Miller.” My response comes out almost automatically. What else would any decent man say after he kissed an innocent schoolgirl who has a serious crush on him?

“No Sir, I'm glad you did.” Her hands twist together nervously, “I haven't been able to think of anything else all morning long.”

“Well good. Now all we have to do is find a young man your age so you can keep experimenting.”

“No, Sir.” Alison shakes her head firmly. “I need someone with experience.” When I don't say anything, Alison continues with her tempting seduction. “I'm going off to college next year and I need to know how to please a real man.”

Two minutes later we are inside, and I've washed the worst of the grime and sawdust from my arms. In that time schoolgirl/Alison has become more and more agitated and when she sees my gaze settle on the low bodice of her dress, she covers herself up nervously.

“Will you do it, Mr. Patterson?” Her doe-eyes lift to meet mine without flinching, “will you teach me about what college men want from newly arriving coeds?” Had this really been a conversation between me and a student when I was still teaching, the answer would have been an automatic 'no.' However, now that I think about it, if Alison had had someone guide her a little before she left for college, she might have avoided that awful first experience with Dick. Maybe that should be a required course for all high school girls. Now that is a course I'd be more than happy to teach. Still, best not seem too eager.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Sir, I want you to teach me everything.”

“It isn't all going to be like that kiss this morning,” I warn her, “college men can be pretty demanding with the 'fresh meat' that arrives each fall.” Alison's sudden breath and the way her cheeks color should not come as a surprise to me. Alison's inherent submissiveness is by now undeniable, she wants me to dominate her, she wants me to take her hard. “Are you OK with that?”

“I know, Mr. Patterson.” Alison reaches out to touch my arm. “You are so strong ... so big ... even if I tried to stop you, you could do whatever you want.” She squeezes the muscles of my forearm to make her point, “but that's why I want you to be the one, I trust you Mr. Patterson.”