A taste of what's to come

As tempted as I am to turn the tables on this little cock tease and put her on the defensive, the game we are playing out calls for a different approach. Deliberately turning away from her, I wipe an imaginary spot of dirt from the countertop as I try to send her off.

“Don't be late to class.” Alison seems to enjoy the role of predator and she closes in like a man-eating shark.

“I still have a few minutes, Sir.” Her hands circle up from behind and she presses her young body tight against me until I can feel the warmth of her belly on my butt and her firm breasts poking at my back. “And you haven't answered my question.”

“This is completely inappropriate, Miss Miller.” I do my best to sound surprised and uncomfortable, but I doubt I was fooling this bold student of mine.

“Is it?” Alison asks as she pulls even tighter, “We're both adults and it's not like I'm a virgin; I've been fucking boys for years now.”

“What?!” The surprise in my voice this time is from hearing this normally reserved preacher's daughter use language like that.

“You're as naïve as my dad, Mr. Patterson.” Alison giggles in my ear as she squirms against me pushing me hard against the counter. “I was a good girl my freshman year, but when I made the varsity squad as a sophomore, I was taken to my first real party. Me and the other four new girls were led out in our cheerleading uniforms and all the boys there loved it.” This sounds a little like some of Alison's other fantasies, but who am I to complain. “Trust me, Mr. Patterson, it didn't take long to get my cherry popped, and by the time that first party ended I must have been fucked by six different guys.”

“You have to stop this.” I push away from the counter and twist, but all that happens is I end up facing my teasing coed with my arms around her waist. In this position, Alison's firm belly presses hard against my erection as she leans back to look up at me as I list why this can't happen. “I'm your dad's friend, three times your age and I'm your teacher for God's sake.”

“I've fucked teachers too, Sir.” Alison's voice takes on a sultry timbre, “Do you want to hear about how I got an A in Algebra II?” Her big dark eyes blink and she licks her lips invitingly as she stares up at me, waiting for my response. “Or would you rather have me show you...”