You are unsure

“Are you sure?” In spite of her teasing over the past couple days, it is hard for me to wrap my mind around the idea that a young woman as sweet and sheltered as Alison would want me to be so demanding.

“Please, Mr. Patterson!” She rolls onto her back and looks up with an intensity that is unexpected. “When you didn't follow me to my room, I was so frustrated and horny -”

“Did you finger yourself?” I interrupt her, excited by the image of her with her hands between her legs, “Did you give yourself a good hard orgasm?”

“I couldn't, Mr. P?” Alison groans and her face twists in frustration, “I tried, but I can't cum anymore, it's a sin.”

“I don't understand.” I brush back a lock of her hair and smile encouragingly, “What do you mean you can't cum anymore?”

“Please, Mr. P.” She looks up at me with her soulful eyes, “Do I have to? It’s so embarrassing.” After a brief pause, she blinks twice and then explains.

“In my parents' house no one talks about sex, there's no open internet, no smutty books and only a very few movies. I'd hear public school girls talk about Twilight and The Hunger Games, but my school and parents worked together to limit my exposure to anything that wasn’t G-rated.”

When I was a boy, my parents had had similar goals, but I had found ways to sneak into the movies and tear out articles from discarded Cosmopolitans that worked well enough to get my teenaged libido going. Apparently, Alison wasn’t daring enough to defy her parents that way, but she found her own solution.

“But they couldn't keep me from reading the Bible.” Alison continues, and I immediately see where this is going. “I would read about how Dinah and Tamar were ****, or about how the virgins taken from Jabesh and Shiloh were taken to be wives of Benjamin.” She smiles sadly, “Can you believe it? A good girl like me paging through the Holy book for the 'good' parts.”

“I doubt you were the only one,” I chuckle, “but I don't get why you can't cum anymore?”

“You see Mr. P,” her voice takes on a husky note. “I didn't even know that what I was doing was masturbation, but I couldn’t stop thinking about all those virgins that were captured and claimed by the warriors of Israel.” Alison crosses her legs and covers her mound with her hands. “At night when all my family was asleep, I pressed my legs together, and protected my sex with my hands like this.” I smile broadly at her as she goes on. “I'd lie on my bed, imagining that I was fighting to preserve my sacred virginity as my legs were pulled apart by a powerful warrior.” She pauses and sighs deeply. “I would sometimes struggle like this in the dark for almost an hour until my whole body was tingling and covered with sweat; in the end though, as my legs opened, I'd be filled with a burning energy.” Alison's description of her early sexual exploration has you as hard now as you were when you climbed into Alison's bed and kiss her softly as you pull her closer to you.

“At St. T's no one ever explained to us about masturbation, Mr. P.” She explains with a slight shrug of her shoulders when the kiss ends. “I thought the bliss I felt was God rewarding me for my virtue, like he did with Saint Ursula when she was overpowered by the Huns. Mr. P. It wasn't until my Faith and Morality class my senior year that I learned what I had been doing was a trick of the Beelzebub, and that I had been sinning two or three times a week for the past three years.”

“Masturbation's not a sin, Alison.” I tell her, “I think your first interpretation is closer to the truth.”

“It doesn't matter now anyways.” Alison's voice takes on a different note as her hand brushes against the hardness of my cock. “Because now I'm a sinner for sure, but that's what you want, isn't it Mr. P?” She starts pulling at the button of my pants. “You want to take this teasing young coed, with her short skirts and tight tops. You want to punish her with this big hard cock of yours, don't you?” She bites her lower lip “Or would you rather be one of those Benjamite warrior who finds an innocent virgin hiding in a vanquished city and defile her as she struggles in your arms?”