Show her what I want

This is starting to move really quickly, but the idea of teaching this beautiful coed the wonders of sex is just too appealing to pass up on. I don’t even feel guilty about taking advantage of the naïve young woman. Clearly the events of the past few months has badly shaken this trusting young woman’s understanding of the world, if she wants to put her faith in me she could do a lot worse.

“I’d like that, Alison.” I concede softly as I brush a lock of her hair back from her eyes. “But I want to be clear about what I want.” She takes her lower lip between her teeth in a way that I’ve come to recognize as a nervous tell as I continue. “What I find so damn attractive about you is that you’re such a good girl.” Alison blushes but does not attempt to deny it. “Are you going to do what I tell you to without a fuss.” Her soft eyes widen slightly as my tone hardens slightly. “Can you be that good girl for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” I like the ‘Sir’. It makes me feel even more in control to hear her use the title of respect and power.

“Good, now stand right there Alison.” I order sternly “I want to see what I’m getting in exchange for all this rent money that I’m going to lose.” If I am right about her submissive nature, this will be very telling. Just as I hoped, Alison obediently climbs to her feet and stands between my knees allowing me to run my hands up and down her firm young body. It has been over three years since I’ve touched a female body this intimately, and over thirty since it’s been any woman other than Fran.

I’ve been thinking about what her pretty tits would feel like almost non-stop since I first concocted this crazy idea, but I deliberately avoid her breasts for as long as I can stand it.

“Show me your tits.” For just a second, I think she’s going to rebel, but then she reaches down to find the hem of her top, and slowly lifts it over her braless breasts. It is clear that this isn’t how she expected this first encounter to go, but I want to make sure she knows who is in control. “All the way off, girl.” And to my delight, with a soft whimper of surrender, she pulls her knit top over her head and I see her firm young tits for the first time.

“Very nice.” I declare and Alison looks up. The look of anxiety replaced for a second with surprise and then what might even be feminine pride.

“Really?”

“Yes, Alison.” I assure her, “I think you might be the most beautiful young woman in the whole state.”

“Mr. P, stop it!” Her hands creep up to cover her breasts shyly. “Richard says I’m too small up here. He wants me to get implants.”

“Dick is an idiot, Honey.” I tell her as I gently pull her hands off to the sides so I can get an unobstructed view of her tits. “Don’t change anything about this body. It’s perfect just the way it is.” The skin on her pale flesh is softer than anything I can ever remember and when my thumbs brush over her nipples they rise like little soldiers standing at attention.

“Do you like that?” I ask softly as I squeeze her slightly harder, marveling at how firm a 19-year-old’s tits can be. When she nods, I pull her closer, licking first one and then the other of her puckered nipples. So far, I’ve been as restrained as possible, but I know that there are limits to my self control.

“Maybe this is enough for now,” I warn her, “if I took you upstairs now, there would be no stopping.”

Her whole body stiffens, and I’m not sure if she is excited by the desire she hears or alarmed by it. “I know, Mr. P ....” Her huge soft eyes are whirling as I push her back from between my legs. “Would you be gentle with me?”

“I don't have any condoms, Angel,” I warn her, “so we wouldn't be able to do much more than this.”