Take what's offered

“I do like that you're a good girl, Miss Miller.” I tell her, giving her some indication of how I want this to play out. “A well brought up student like you, might have realized that she's gone too far and try to stop before it's too late.” Alison licks her lips and I see a hint of a smile before she reverts back to the shy schoolgirl.

“That kiss was amazing, Sir,” Alison bites her lower lip nervously, “but ... I think maybe I should go now.” A few minutes ago, this innocent girl was practically begging me to kiss her, but now that she's given me a taste, she wants to leave? I slide a little closer and grin wolfishly as she timidly retreats to put a little space between us.

“I think you can stay a little longer, don't you?” I punctuate the request by capturing her slender wrist and pulling it to my chest. “You've got my old heart beating like a drum.”

“That's because of me?” I can't help but wonder how much of this is Alison acting and how much is because she's never really had a real boyfriend. With my free hand I pull off her glasses and set them on the side table. I've always liked girls with glasses just for this reason; removing her glasses feels like stripping her face. Alison must feel the same way because her cheeks color and her eyes are focused far below mine. That's OK with me, I am definitely getting turned on by this shy debutante play.

“I really do have to get home, Mr. Patterson,” Alison breaths out breathlessly, “my Mom is expecting me...”

“Soon, Angel.” I brushed back the tangle of hair hiding her face and let the ball of my thumb brush her lip. Her soft breath comes out in a gasp but she lets me lift her chin so my lips can claim hers again. This time I hold her firmly as I explore her soft mouth slightly more forcefully. I sense her growing concern when my hand leaves her back and slides past her ribs to caress the side of her firm breast. When her hand tries to push mine away, I decide to change tactics. I change my voice to sound cold and stern.

“Does your mother know you've been coming to my house, Miss Miller?” Alison gives only the tiniest shake of her head, but I can tell immediately that this is a possible avenue to explore.

“What would Mom say if she knew you've been showing up at my house uninvited in a dress like this - and wearing makeup?” I remember Alison telling me about how her parents had reacted when they found an unopened tube of lipstick in her jacket pocket. I'm guessing this shy high school student persona that she invented draws heavily on her own sheltered childhood, and I am not wrong.

“Oh! Please don't tell her, Sir!” The sudden alarm confirms that I have some leverage. Her pretty mouth opens in surprise when I slowly brush the tip of her breast with my thumb through the soft fabric of her dress. I am not surprised to feel the nub of flesh harden even more. “Stop.” Her whisper is more of a plea than an imperative. “You can't...”

“I think you'll find, Miss Miller, that I can do anything I like.” I move my hand to cover her tit completely and give it a good squeeze to make my point clear. “Unless you want me to put you in my car and drive you home to your parents and explain what you've been up to.”