Alison tells me her plan

“Hey there, Mr. Patterson.” When Alison doesn't use the familiar 'Mr. P,' I knew she's still playing the role of the sexy student out to tempt me. It is midafternoon, and she had thankfully changed out of her schoolgirl uniform back into the tight jeans and revealing tops that she prefers. Her new look didn't help much. It just accentuated the sexiness of the teasing slut she was pretending to be.

This is not the only blouse that Alison has with the string tie just barely holding it together, but I haven't seen this particular one before. Probably because of the previous days of relentless teasing I reacted a little more forcefully than I normally would have.

“For Heaven's sake, Miss Iller, don't you have any decent clothes?” Alison just smiles and takes two steps closer, so she is standing just out of my reach.

“You know you like it, Mr. Patterson.” She pirouettes slowly so I get the full effect before her fingers tug playfully at the slip knot between her breasts. “You know you want to pull this little tie open and unwrap me like a birthday present.” In spite of my determination to wait for the weekend I find myself stepping forward to do exactly that, but Alison playfully slaps my hand away before I reach her.

“Uh, uh, uh, Mr. Patterson.” She wags her finger sassily. “You'll have to wait, just like all the others.” I wonder if Alison realizes how close I am to snapping. For all I know that's what she's hoping for. She wants me to tear off that scrap of cotton that barely covers her and maul her firm young tits. With a deep sigh I get my urges back under control, and Alison smiles at me knowingly.

“Don't worry, Mr. Patterson.” She whispers conspiratorially even though we are the only ones in the entire house. “I am going to fuck you.” The way she stresses the word is at the same time surprising and hot. It is so out of character to hear this conservative, small-town coed that I have to wonder how many times she's even said that particular word out loud. “That's why you're going to let me go to the dance, even when I fail your stupid test.” I start to protest but she stops me with two fingers against my lips.

“I think I'll do you right here in the living room.” She pauses long enough to run her small hand down my neck, across my belly to rest on the buckle of my belt. “I'll get down on my knees and suck your cock until you're good and hard, and then I'll ride you like a cowgirl breaking in a wild stallion.” As hot as her description is, I do my best to play the role of the upright professional.

“What makes you think I'd let you do any of that?” Pushing her hand away I take a half step back to give myself a little space to breath. “You are a very pretty young woman, but I'm your teacher and your dad's friend, so you can forget about anything like that happening as long as you're living under my roof.”

“Come on, Mr. Patterson.” Alison's gaze drops to the obvious bulge in my pants before lifting to meet my eyes boldly, “We both know you want to bang me. A hot, barely-legal teenager, what man wouldn't want to feel my tight body wiggling on his hard cock?” With that she turns away gracefully and saunters back towards the stairs, “And no wanking between now and Friday, Mr. Patterson. I want everything you've got when the time is right.”

I can't help watching her as she climbs the steps back to her rooms. Damn that girl is hot. I do wonder as I head to the kitchen to see about dinner where she gets the inspiration for the things she comes up with to say. Did she and her friends talk about boys 'wanking' when they hang out? It doesn't seem likely, perhaps she's reading stories on the internet. I should probably introduce her to literotica if she's going to be reading on-line smut.