She wants a compromise

It is a few minutes later that we are sitting side-by-side on her bed before Alison is ready to articulate her thoughts nervously. “I don’t know what to do, Mr. P.” The helplessness in Alison’s voice would be heart wrenching, if it wasn’t exactly what I was hoping to hear. “I've prayed every night for a solution and tried so hard to find a regular job, but no one is hiring.”

“Alison,” I sit on the foot of her bed, “I know this must be tough.” She is still on her knees by the bed, with her bible open to somewhere in John and a silk ribbon marking the page. She wipes her cheek with the back of her hand and sits up straighter. With her doe-eyes and stiff posture Alison looks a little like a rabbit caught in a trap.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said … about the rent?” Her tear-streaked face turns upward to search your face for any sign of compassion. “I don’t think I can please you the way you want, but maybe there’s something …” Alison takes my hand in hers and squeezes it fiercely. Is she talking about a hand or blow job?

“You’ll have to be a little more specific than that, Alison.” I tell her even as I know that at this point, I’ll take anything upwards of a hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek. Even the one brief kiss I stole days ago is a constant memory that comes up when I least expected it and makes my dick tent out my trousers like a schoolboy.

“I don’t know what you want.” Her face blushes fiercely as she tries to find some kind of compromise. She fingers the hem of her shirt lifting it no more than an inch as she makes her offer. “I could show you my breasts, I’ve seen the way you look at them sometimes.” It is true, I have always been a breast man, and Alison had a habit of wearing tops that gave me tantalizing glimpses of what looked to be the firm round tits that only a 19 year old can have.

“I’d want more than just a peek at them,” I tell her firmly. “I’d want to be able the feel and lick them.” I chuckle good-naturedly at Alison’s shock at the boldness of my counter-offer, but decide I may as well give her something to think about. “What about this for starters,” I suggest, “How about if every night before you go to bed, you take off whatever cute little top you’re wearing and we sit here together and make out.” I can see the doubt and confusion in her face and push just a little bit to see if she’ll bend. “I only get to touch you above the waist, so you don’t have to worry about me going too far.”

The way her breasts push upward against the thin fabric of her knit top only adds to my determination to carry through with this plan. The memory of how her sweet her lips had felt fluttering in surprise beneath mine was a driving ****, and if she is half as responsive as she was for that first kiss, it shouldn’t take long for me to reduce this naïve teen into a horny bundle of need. If I have to take a few steps before I spread her long legs and take what I really want, I am willing to take the time. Alison has her face in her hands struggling to come to grips with what I'm saying.

“I don’t know Mr. P,” she is clearly flustered by my vivid description of what I wanted, “I’m not a very good kisser.” She bites her lower lip between her teeth and shakes her head slowly sending making her hair move in soft waves across her shoulders. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” Oh, yes I want all of that and so much more. I realize that she is still speaking “... until I get a waitressing job and l can get you the money I owe.” I don’t have the heart to tell her that it is not her money that I am after, it is her pretty young body on its back with her long legs wrapped around my back as I pound her.

“Is that all I’d have to do, Mr. P?” She asks in a breathy whisper, her eyes staring down at where her hands twist together on her thighs. “Let you kiss and feel me?” Her beautiful eyes lift to find mine looking for a reason to trust me.

“For now, Alison.” I do my best to hide the almost overwhelming excitement I’m feeling, if she could see all the perverse things I wanted to do with her sweet young body I’d lose her for sure. “I may eventually want more, but if we get to that point, I’d give you the chance to say no, and find a new place to live.”

“I guess, Mr. P, if that’s the only way...” I’m a rotten bastard, I'll admit it but this is too good to pass up on. Her body stiffens slightly as I lift her from the floor and pull her into my arms, she still has her shirt on, but that will come off soon enough. This kiss is longer and firmer than the first one, and the way her body softens against mine as I hold her tight encourages me to try a little tongue. A single soft whimper as I slip it between her teeth is the only objection and in no time at all her arms are wrapped around my neck and she is returning my kiss with all the enthusiasm I could hope for.

When she’s ready I move my hands from the ‘safe’ zones of her back, waist and neck and cup her breast gently as I deepen our kiss. I feel her gasp into my mouth but she doesn’t pull away and I am eager to continue on to the prize. I pull her head back exposing he delicate skin under her chin and as my lips taste the flesh of her throat, I push up her tank top until her breasts are fully exposed. It is only when my mouth moves from her neck down to taste one of her erect nipples that I hear her first soft protests.”

“Please Mr. P,” her voice is ragged and weak, “Oh, please not this.” Instead of backing off I suck even harder on her nipple and am rewarded by her arching her back to press even more of her breast upward. I smile at the contradiction between her words and her body and continue my **** on her perfect tits until her protests cease and all I hear are soft gasps and moans. Only then do I move back to her mouth and this time her response is as fierce and needy as mine.

I end the kiss well before either one of us is satisfied. I could spend twice that time just kissing this beauty and caressing her soft breasts but if my plan is going to work it is best to leave her wanting more. I slowly pull my hands away and create a little space between her naked torso and mine.

“Is that it?” Alison’s big eyes slowly focus on me as I sit back her breathing is ragged and her hand moves up to touch her pretty mouth experimentally. It may be my male arrogance, but I’m pretty sure that this pretty preacher’s daughter from Tennessee had never been kissed like that before.

“That’s it, Honey.” I assure her, “I told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”