Maybe too well

My initial male impulse is to position myself between her legs and lift her lips to mine, claiming her like men have claimed their mates for longer than history records. I have to dismiss the mental picture of her squirming against me as I grope her firm ass and the realization that she would be at exactly the right height for me to take that tight pussy. If I want this to work out I need to keep the arrangement strictly businesslike.

“Good Morning,” I wash my hands in the sink, as she studies me nervously. “Do you want some breakfast?” Clearly this is not what she expected from me, but she plays along as I go to get the eggs and bacon from the fridge. The tidy kitchen was silent as I cooked Alison's eggs; this actually is not that unusual, Alison's bubbly personality doesn't usually start to show up until after her first cup of coffee, but I can't help wonder as I put her food in front of her if her silence has to do with the sudden change in our relationship. Once she was mostly done with her plate I took a sip of my coffee and waited for her to meet my gaze.

“Was last night OK?” One of the things I like about Alison is how easy it is to read her expressive face. The coloring of her cheeks and the way her eyes drop tells me as much as her words.

“OMG, it was amazing, Mr. P.” Her eyes are bright with excitement when she looks up at me again, “I didn't know sex could be like that.”

“I thought you were amazing too.” I tell her with a smile as I realize this plan of mine might just work. Alison is studying me carefully with a flirty smile on her face as she plays with her hair.

“Are we going to do it again today?” This is unexpected. Here I am hoping that she would be willing to continue with our arrangement and now she wants me again already.

“The deal was once a week, remember?” I take a sip of coffee to give myself time to think as I study the bright-eyed teen.

“I know,” she peeks at me shyly and gives me a tiny grin, “I just thought you might want to slip into my room again tonight - and well... you know.” The mental image of finding this beauty spread out on her bed waiting for me makes my cock stiffen in my pants, but this could be trouble. The only thing more problematic than having Alison hating the way I **** her to sleep with me, is for her to fall in love with me. The last thing I need is a love-lorn teen mooning over me. A little bit of hot sex is one thing, but starting a whole new life with a girl young enough to be my granddaughter is a whole different story.

“That's very tempting, Angel.” I set her straight as kindly as I can, “but I think it would be best to stick to just once a week. I'm not a young buck, and you have a life to live too.”

“Oh, OK ...” I sense the surprise and disappointment in the young woman, but she shrugs and walks to the sink with her dirty dishes. “I'm supposed to meet up with Katie anyways, I'll be back for dinner if that's alright?” I watch in silent surprise as she washes the plate, silver wear, coffee mug and juice glass and sets them carefully to dry in the drainer. To the best of my recollection this is the first time she's washed her own dishes.

“You don't have to get my permission, Angel, I'm not your dad.” Her sly smile confirms that she knows that all too well. “But I'm making stuffed shells, so don't be late if you want them hot.” She dries her hands on her shorts leaving small handprints on the white cotton. I have to resist the urge to place my much larger hands over the fingerprints and feeling her firm thighs through the thin cloth. “Oh, and I'll have some reading material for you - for homework.”

“Wha-?” I chuckle at her startled reaction.

“Don't worry,” I assure her, “it won't be too much for a bright young college student like you.”