The next morning

One of the things about being a teacher all my life is I'm used to waking early. I guess it is about five because I can just see the hint of dawn streaming in through the bedroom window. It takes me a second to realize why the curtains look wrong, and suddenly everything about last night comes rushing back and I realize that my arm is draped over the slender body of my tenant.

Sometime during the night, one of us must have pulled up the bedding because the blankets cover most of her naked form. I can feel her ribs rising and falling slowly and the warmth of her soft skin against my wrist - What the hell am I doing?

The memory of Alison moaning and squirming under me as I fucked her elicit both shame and excitement. Like most men my age I've had more than a few fantasies about sex with a smoking hot teenager, in particular an innocent young woman like this one who I could share my experience with. On the other hand, this shy beauty knew so little of men that I couldn't help feeling that I had taken advantage of her youthful naivety. From what she told me about Dick, Alison's interaction with men before me was actually almost worse than having no experience at all.

I had used these hard times and Alison's inexperience to manipulate this preacher's daughter into letting me use her for my own perverse pleasure. I can just imagine what her conservative parents would think if they knew what I had done. As a father I wonder what I would say if I had a daughter and I found out some creepy old bastard had taken advantage of my girl like I had. On the other hand, though - Damn!

As much as I want to wake this pretty coed with another round of fucking the fact of the matter is I don't have any juice left in the tank. In fact, it will probably take a few days to recover which is just as well because it will give me a chance to figure out what the fuck I'm doing. Alison is a sweet small-town southern girl who really expected to be a virgin on her wedding night. She's not the kind of woman who would even consider using her good looks to get what she wanted and here she is letting me fuck her in exchange for rent money. I decide that slipping away while she's still asleep is safer than trying to talk to this sleeping beauty before I can figure out how to get out of this mess I've made.

“Mr. Patterson?” Alison is waiting for me in the living room wearing a tee and a pair of Daisy Dukes when I come out of the kitchen, her hair is a little tangled and she looks as nervous as I feel. I resolve to end this craziness here and now.

“Hey there, Angel.” I keep my tone nice and light, the last thing I want to do is scare the poor girl. “I've been thinking about last night ...” The color in her cheeks brightens and I see the hint of a smile as she looks up at me.

“Me too, Mr. P. It was amazing.” Well, that changes things a little. I expected her to be having all kinds of second thoughts, after all this isn't your typical college slut.

“Really?” I spite of my determination to do the right thing, Alison's assessment of last night's sex stroked my ego in a way I wasn't prepared for.

“I never imagined sex could feel that good Mr. P.” Alison's doe-eyes lift to meet mine with an urgency I'm not ready for. “My mother told me it would hurt.” I can only imagine what the birds-and-bees talk in the Miller household must have been like, “That's what it is like with Richard ...”

“That's because Dick is a self-centered prick.” The words pop out of my mouth before I can consider the wisdom of badmouthing her boyfriend, but to my surprise Alison nods in agreement and then starts to tear up.

“Mom told me that the blood offering is the woman's way of affirming that she belongs to her man and that she will obey him in all things.” She buries her face in her hands and I can barely make out what she's saying. “... why I have to let him ... (inaudible) ... he's the man and God made ... (inaudible) ... for his pleasure.” Even though I only caught less than half of what she said, I've heard this kind of fundamentalist bullshit enough as a child to fill in the missing pieces.

“No, Honey.” I take the sobbing young woman in my arms and hold her tight. “You do not belong to a man just because he has sex with you, that's not how it works.”

“It's in the Bible, Mr. P.” Alison voice gets louder and clearer now that she's back on firmer ground. “Adam was alone in the Garden of Eden, so God created woman to serve him.” The last thing I want right now is to get into an argument about the infallibility of the Holy Book, so I let that slide for now.

“Trust me on this, Alison.” I put as much confidence as I can behind the words. “God doesn't want you to have to obey Richard.”

“I know that now, Mr. P.” Alison's are gleaming with excitement. “God wants me to serve and obey you.”