Who could resist this?

“Are you sure?” I search her face for any sign of hesitation, but all I see is excitement and a growing need as Alison nods her head and licks her lips.

“I can't seem to get enough of you, Mr. P,” she shimmies her arms out of the dress straps and then reaches up to circle my neck. “Teach me. I want to learn everything.”

I start her lessons with a kiss; a long slow kiss that builds until she is melting in my arms. “Let's go to your room, Angel.” I tell her as I take her hand in mine and lead her to the staircase. We have to walk by my bedroom door to get to the steps, but I am not ready to bring any woman but Fran to my bed, certainly not a teenager that I am using for simple sex, and not a long lasting relationship. If Alison notices my **** to use my bed she doesn't say anything, and as we climb the stairs together she pushes her dress over her hips and steps out of it so by the time we get to her room she is wearing nothing but a pair of lacy silk panties that cover only slightly more than a thong.

I've been busy too, and my shirt is on one of the steps not far from her dress and khakis in a pile on the landing outside her bedroom door. We stop to kiss again and this time I feel her hand stroking the hard bulge that is tenting my boxers as I once again reach for her firm tits.

“Am I really as beautiful as those heroines on the covers of the books you bought for me?” Her doe eyes are as wide and dark as I've ever seen them and I smile easily and kiss her lips softly one more time before assuring her that she was perfect.

“Way more beautiful,” she is too, I have no doubt about that at all, and I don't mind telling her that as many times as I need to until she realizes how attractive she is. I see her start to protest, and swallow the words with another kiss. “Shhh ...” I hush her, “no more talking for a while, I want to show you something new.”

Thirty seconds later she is lying on her bed with her legs up in the air and I am slowly kissing my way down the inside of her thigh getting closer and closer to her pussy. I'm a little surprised that Alison is not protesting although I can feel her tense up a little when I reach my intended target. It doesn't take long for that tension to be replaced with a totally new response.

I take my time, enjoying the way she tastes as much as her gasps of wonder that turn more and more needy as I lick up every last drop of her exquisite nectar. The novel sensations of my tongue exploring Alison's labia and sometimes even deeper into her passage are apparently met with approval because although she is past the point where her words are making any sense, the gasps and soft whimpers of pleasure tell me that this beautiful young woman is closer than ever to her climax.

Next, I turn my attention to teasing her clit out from hiding. Only when her nub is rocking back and forth from my tongue's flicking do I press my finger into her slick pussy and rub the wall of her vagina just opposite where I am licking her. This is the final straw and within twenty seconds of me finding the pearl among the petals Alison's body stiffens under me and a slow, loud wail of pleasure escapes from between her clenched teeth even as a gush of fresh juices flood her interior and dribble out on my chin. I turn my attention to lapping up this new bonanza and my lips and tongue sucking on her sex only prolongs the climax and I have to grip her firmly to keep my mouth on her sex as she buck and twists; it is almost a minute before her body finally stops shuddering and she collapses back to the bed gasping for breath.

“Oh wow!” Alison whispers when she finally recovers from the climax, “I never ... I didn't think ... ” I interrupt her with a deep kiss, and knowing that she can taste herself on my tongue and lips makes it even hotter. I want her to know where my mouth has just come from and I want her to associate this taste with the pleasure of her orgasm.

“I always thought that oral sex was nasty.” She confesses when our kiss comes to a satisfying end. “I'd hear girls giggling about it in the locker room and it made my stomach turn.”

“And now?” I ask knowing the answer, but wanting to hear her say it. “What do you think of oral sex, now that you've had a chance to experience it first hand?”

“It is amazing!” Alison gushes in wonder, “I like feeling you inside me too, but when you did that all I felt was the the pleasure radiating from down there. Does it always feel that good?”

“Well, you were already pretty worked up before I even started, and it's a skill that gets better with practice and experience,” I answer her with an easy smile, “I'd say I'm pretty good at it, although I hear that women give the best cunnilingus because they know exactly what it feels like.”

“Mr. P!” The protest is immediate and genuine, but I wonder if in time she might become curious about girls, and if she has any friends that she might be able to convince to join us. At the moment though, I am rock hard and need some relief, the only real question is how I want to enjoy this delightfully obliging young woman who has fallen into my hands.