Thanksgiving

“Good morning, Mr. P.” I am surprised by seeing Alison already up and about. I expected with her thanksgiving break that Alison would take advantage of not having classes to sleep in. Under normal circumstances, I expect she would have tried to get a flight home for the week, but with covid fucking up airports and her not having any money she told me that she'd be around. I expected her to be in bed though, not her in my kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand and a mischievous look in her eyes.

“Good morning, Angel. what are you doing up this early?” Even just a few months ago if you had asked me if I wanted someone to greet me this way every morning, I would have grunted out a surly 'no'. I have to admit though, I've gotten pretty comfortable having Alison around - and not just because of the sex.

“I couldn't sleep, Mr. P, and I found this story online about the daughter of a colonial settler who was **** and then fell in love with her Indian captor. I guess it started me thinking ...” By now I knew exactly what kind of thinking had kept my young tenant up at night. I move behind her and wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back against me so I can press my face into the soft hair by her ear. So, you want me to be a native warrior who sweeps you off your feet and carries you back to my teepee?

“Well, Mr. P,” her grin turns into a teasing smile, “That's where it started, but with Thanksgiving coming up I started thinking about the early Pilgrims and their interaction with the local native tribes.” She turned in my arms and placed her free hand on my shoulder. “What if it was a headstrong and frustrated wife of one of the Pilgrim's elders who would disappear into the nearby woods to bathe in a secluded pool. One day she is discovered by a local brave who is captivated by her fair skin and golden hair.” So far, it doesn't sound all that different from the story she had read, but that's where it takes a twist. “When the Indian chief discovered what his son had done, he took his only daughter to Plymouth rock and offered the beautiful young woman to the captured wife's husband to keep there from being trouble.” She lifts her mouth to my ear and whispers softly in my ear. “I thought we could try something like that tonight, Mr. P.” Who am I to say no to an offer like that?

“Seems like a good deal for the Pilgrim husband. He gets to trade a headstrong disobedient wife for a pretty local girl to use any way he wants.”

“It's a good deal for the young brave too, once he breaks in that headstrong Englishwoman, he'll have a pale-skinned blonde wife to keep his furs warm at night.” Alison taps my nose playfully, "but first he'll have to tame her with his mighty red spear.” Already I can feel my cock starting to swell in my pants, really either way sounded good to me.

“Hmm, both of those have potential, which one do you like?”