She wants more

“That was amazing, Mr. P!” Alison was sitting up in bed once again and looking at me like I was the most amazing man on the planet. “Is it always like that with you?”

“Well, it's been a long time since I've been with anyone but Fran, but that was pretty good, wasn't it?”

“I didn't know... I mean it was ...” her eyes blink softly as she searches for the right words, “well it was nice.”

“Of course it was,” I smile back and rub the soft skin of her thigh, “sex is supposed to feel good.” And then because I can guess what she was told by her parents I quickly add “and not because it is a temptation from the devil, but because humans are supposed to be together.” It is not until I finish the thought that realize that that is exactly what Fran would say about sex.

Alison is not fully convinced, but I can see her at least consider what I'm saying. “Then why do I get excited by those awful things that I do?” She pulls away from me and sits up her studying me with her expressive eyes, “what kind of girl rubs herself while imagining that she is being overpowered by a man?”

“You'd be surprised, Angel.” I laugh as I stretch out on her bed, “I bet more women than not have fantasies about control, but that doesn't mean that men get to treat you like dirt.” The last part is a very slightly veiled dig at Dick, and Alison nods her head sadly.

“Would a good man even want a ruined sinner like me?” The pain in her words is palatable and I wonder how she could even doubt herself like that, At this very college, I am sure that there are over a hundred young men right now who would love to be in my place, and who would treat her better than what I'm doing and certainly much better than that asshole Dick.

“You're not ruined, Angel.” I tell her, “Just because you've been other men, doesn't change how smart, caring and beautiful you are, besides a lot of men like women who aren't afraid of sex.” Her eyes find mine again and I can see the gears turning in her mind as she goes over this completely different world view.

“Will you teach me, Mr. P?” Alison asks softly, “Will you show me what a man wants, and how to please him?” Well this is a no brainer, having a sexy coed like Alison practically begging me to have sex with her. How in the world did I get this lucky?

“Of course I will, we can try out something new every week.” Already I was thinking of all the different things I wanted to show Alison. With momentary a mental apology to Fran I pull the young woman gently back into my arms and kiss her softly. When the kiss ends her hand settles on my leg and she licks her lips nervously.

“Can we do it again - now?”