Uh ... tonight?

“I don't know ...” I am saying the right thing, but it is pretty clear to both of us how this is going to end.

“Please, Mr. P.” The pretty coed takes my hand in hers and squeezes it with surprising strength. “I never lock my bedroom door and I'm a very sound sleeper.” Her doe-eyes look up at me soulfully, “you could just come in and be on me before I'm even fully awake.”

“Are you sure?” I am still having a hard time coming to terms with this, but there is a dark part of me that actually likes this option.

“Yes Sir, I've thought about this a lot.” Her eyes lower in shame, but she doesn't stop explaining. “I imagined myself waking in my bed when a strange man is somehow in my room. I try to scream but his hand is over my mouth and no matter how hard I fight, I'm no match for him.”

“That sounds pretty rough.”

“Yes, Mr. P. That's what I need.” I can see Alison's nipples poking through her thin black tee-shirt, and her breathing is definitely faster and shallower. “Can you do it tonight?”

“Uh ... tonight?” She nods quickly.

“But not right away, Mr. P. Let me lay up there in my room and stew on it.”

It is almost three hours later when I make my way silently up the steps with a old kitchen knife in my hand. Part of me hoped that Alison had changed her mind and locked the door after all; the doorknob however turned smoothly, and the door opened with a soft 'click'.

I didn't even know Alison owned a nightgown like that. It certainly wasn't something her parents bought for her. There was more lace than silk and the spaghetti straps over her shoulders left a good part of her back exposed. I immediately wondered if she had matching panties on under that skimpy nighty.

I though perhaps I had caught her sleeping like in her fantasy, but I was only two silent steps into her dimly lit room when I saw her head come up and look around in confusion.

“Hello? Is someone there?”

“I've come for the rent, Miss.” The words remind of that hokey 'You must pay the rent' melodrama my drama teacher had us practice way back in middle school.

“Who are you, where's Mr. Patterson?” I'll be the first to admit this confused me for just a second, but then I figured out what she wanted.

“Pat asked me to help him out, Miss.” I try to make my voice sound rougher and deeper in pitch. “He explained you were stiffing him the rent money and told me I could do whatever I wanted if he got his five hundred bucks.” Because I was watching for it, I saw her fill her lungs to scream and got my hand over her mouth before she woke up the whole neighborhood. I was right about how loose her nightgown was because in just this little struggle one of her perfect white tits popped free with its erect pink teat crowning the hemisphere.

“Damn girl, I'm going to like this.” Alison's scream is muffled enough that I can't make out what she is saying but judging by the way her slender body bucks and jerks under mine, I have a pretty good idea.