You need this

"Yes, Chris." You smile sweetly. "Me too." With your admission, something in Chris seems to change. He looks less tentative, more grown-up - more of a man than the boy who first knocked on your door. You place your palm on top of his hand where it is still firmly gripping your wrist and lead him back to the sectional where you sit by his side.

"Tell me about those pretty high-school girls that torment your teenage nights." You tease Chris, deliberately keeping your voice light and playful even as you explore some pretty personal stuff. "Do you fantasize more about the sluts or do you prefer the innocent 'girl next door' type?"

"Shit Ms. Summers, I don't think I can -" Chris finally lets go of your wrist; in a way you wish he still held you in that hard grasp, but now your hand was free to move.

"Sure you can, Christopher." You rest your hand on his thigh just inches from the bulge that must be getting painful by now. "It's the Ginger or Maryanne question that men have been struggling with for thousands of years. Do you think about the cheerleaders that put out for all the jocks, or the Honor Society officer who wears her virginity like a badge?" Unable to control yourself any longer you move your hand to Chris' cock and stroke it through the stretched fabric of his suit pants. He stiffens in response unable to do anything as you run your hands along his impressive length. He might be just legal, but he has all the right equipment to make some girl (or you) very happy.

"Who's the hottest cheerleader in your school?" You whisper in his ear as you continue the slow exploration of his cock.

"Lisa Wainwright." Gasps the young man, barely able to speak.

"What's she look like?" You ask, encouraging the nervous young man to disclose his deepest secrets.

"Blonde, grey eyes and a hot body, Ms. Summers" under the circumstances you don't try to correct his use of your last name. "She's got this really fine ass, and her tits are nice, but not as nice as yours." The words come out in a rush and you decide that Chris deserves a little reward.

"That wasn't so hard," your lips brush his ear and you calmly unbuckle his cheap faux-leather belt and then the button and zipper on his trousers; the extra room allows his cock to spring upwards and the head of his penis pokes upward through the waist-band of his plain white jockeys. You've gone into full-blown Cougar mode now, Amy. You admit to yourself. Don't think you're going to back out of this once you've gone this far.

"Now, what about the other girl, maybe the class valedictorian in all the AP classes?" You probe gently, "Who's that?"

"Julia Slowvanski, I guess." Chris is a little slower to answer you this time as he (you imagine) goes through the list of candidates. "She's really smart, but not in a nerdy way. I think she's a good girl, she wears this gold cross all the time and her family's real strict about her going to church and stuff." You are having a hard time concentrating on what Chris is saying as your fingertips gently rub the precum dripping from his slit all over the throbbing head of his cock, but now that he's started he doesn't need your prompting to keep him talking. "It's hard to say what kind of body she has because she always wears buttoned-up blouses and sweaters but she's real slender and her face is always pretty even though she wears glasses like me."

"Good. Very good." With a little more work you pull his pants down a little more and free his thick cock from his underwear. "Just imagine, that you had the power to just take either one of them as your own." Chris's eyes darken as he contemplates what you were saying. "Maybe you're a mobster and their fathers each owes you like a million dollars, or an alien who can teleport them right out of their beds into your spaceship." Damn Amy that's really lame. "Don't worry about how or why, just know that you can have them brought to you for you to do whatever you like to their young teenaged bodies." You stop stroking him so Chris will give you his full attention.

"Would you choose the sexy, blonde, Lisa with her low-cut tops and designer jeans, or the prim and proper Julia to unwrap for your pleasure?"