A Teacher’s Worry Over Dating a Student
“...Michel?”
“Y-Yes?”
“Should I come back in a little while?”
“No! I’m already dressed…”
She hurriedly tugged her shorts into place and folded her hands demurely in front of her. The way she stood there, clearly unable to hide her embarrassment, made me feel embarrassed too.
“...”
The room was so quiet it felt as though it had been flooded. I had a hard time finding the words to speak.
I had naturally assumed she’d be wearing some kind of revealing underwear—something sheer, or with very little coverage. I had even pictured a sexy costume of some sort, but I never, in my wildest dreams, imagined that a teacher would put on her own academy’s student gym uniform.
And those twin braids.
Unlike her usual image, she looked almost ridiculously lively.
Honestly, I’d never seen a woman Michel’s age wear her hair like that.
Sensing my shock, Michel kept standing there with her hands neatly clasped, watching my reaction.
“Does it look weird?”
“Huh? No, no. It’s super cute.”
I’d just been startled by how unexpected it was. To be honest, I liked it.
The mere fact that a teacher was wearing a student’s clothes was enough to stir me, and that teacher happened to have a body that could put most models to shame.
Besides, our academy gym uniforms were designed to fit snugly for the sake of convenience.
Thanks to that, the shape of Michel’s breasts—second only to Selena’s, the undisputed top of the academy—was on full display.
She wasn’t even wearing a bra, so I could make out not just the shape of her breasts but the outline of her areolas and nipples as well.
Her lower half was just as eye-catching.
The shorts were so short they might as well have been hot pants, leaving her thighs completely exposed.
And in the middle, a clear, unmistakable slit of flesh.
...Was she not wearing panties either?
Blood began to rush lower and lower.
“Really? I don’t look weird…?”
“Yeah. It’s sexy, and I like it. But where did you get the gym uniform?”
“I dug out the one I used to wear when I was a student…”
Come to think of it, Michel had said she’d gone to this school too.
For something she’d pulled out after nine years, it fit her body far too well.
A teacher who still kept her student figure—did she have some sort of secret self-care routine?
Even so, maybe because she hadn’t worn it in so long, Michel’s expression and voice lacked confidence.
“It really suits you. But why the sudden gym uniform?”
I meant what I said about it suiting her, so there was no need to ask for a reason. But those twin braids looked so youthful they felt almost absurd on her, cute and faintly dangerous at the same time.
That was why I couldn’t help asking.
Michel’s hands, which had shrunk into a meek little bundle, remained neatly folded in front of her. As a result, her ample, braless breasts gathered together temptingly as well.
The teacher, sexy without even realizing it, answered in a tiny voice.
“Ian said I looked... like a mom…”
“...Huh?”
“I wondered if maybe I looked old…”
“Pfft—! ...Ah!”
I burst out laughing, then lowered my voice when I remembered May sleeping in the living room.
“You mean what I said earlier today?”
“...Mm-hm.”
So that was it—she’d been bothered enough by that to dig out her old student clothes and try to look younger?
And she’d even tied her hair up?
I held back my laughter, but I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth from lifting.
To be fair, I’d known Michel was conscious of the age gap between us. A twenty-nine-year-old teacher and a twenty-year-old student—there was nothing strange about her worrying about how others saw us, or even how she saw herself.
Still, Michel looked so young already, and she was easy to talk to, so I hadn’t worried about it much. I never imagined she’d take one offhand remark so seriously.
“I thought maybe you’d read something weird online.”
“I did read something….”
“Really?”
Curious, I asked her to show me what she’d read.
It was a post written by a married woman in her tenth year of marriage. She’d said that after dressing up in her student-era clothes and hairstyle for the first time in ages, her husband had gotten all fired up, as if he were meeting his wife from back in their youth again.
Michel seemed to have latched onto that phrase—her youth.
“When did you even search for something like this?”
“...When I was lying next to May earlier.”
I could picture Michel, pouting after being called a mom, poking furiously at her phone.
“Seriously, it doesn’t look weird?”
“It doesn’t. If anything, it’s adorable.”
I pulled Michel into a tight embrace and felt the warmth of her body against mine, then casually undid the two rubber bands tied in her hair.
It was cute, sure, but I figured I’d end up laughing if I saw it during sex.
“...Ian, I wanna do it.”
Maybe because our skin was pressed together, Michel started acting clingy and spoiled.
It had been weeks since we’d had time alone together, so it had been a while since I’d seen her like this.
“I can’t take it anymore either.”
We looked into each other’s eyes and slowly sealed our lips together.
Even though we had waited for this moment so long, neither of us rushed; we simply savored the other’s saliva, unhurried and hungry at once.
“Mm, chuup... mmph... Ian...ah...”
Her mouth must have tasted like nothing in particular in reality, and yet when she kissed me, I could sense a honeyed sweetness there.
Michel seemed to feel the same way, because she pressed insistently against me.
“Mmm... Ian’s... hard…”
“Call it my cock.”
“C-cock...♡”
Michel’s slender hand reached up and fondled the bulge in my pants.
I used one hand to knead her breast and the other to squeeze her ass. Because she wasn’t wearing a bra, my fingers caught on the firm little nub hidden there.
That made something click in my head.
“Michel, do you have scissors in your room?”
A little while later.
Michel was still wearing the gym uniform.
But there was one obvious difference from before: large, round holes had been cut right where her areolas and pussy were.
“Michel, you’re insanely sexy.”
“...This is so embarrassing.”
Despite her words, she didn’t seem to mind me staring, because she didn’t cover herself with her hands.
I rolled my eyes appreciatively and took in my handiwork in full.
Her puffy areolas and stiff nipples peeked through the holes in the gym shirt.
Below, the bulge that had once hidden her crotch was gone, and now her sex was boldly on display through the cutout, openly tempting me.
There was no reason for me to resist temptation, so I reached into the bag I’d left in the corner and took out a condom.
There were ways to use Anessa, but I didn’t like the idea of always leaving contraception to the women. If the situation allowed it, I preferred using a condom.
After putting it on, I lay back properly on the bed and had Michel stand over me.
Looking up from below only made the areolas and nipples pressed against the gym-uniform cutouts seem even sexier.
And her pussy, dripping sticky arousal at the promise of swallowing my cock, was another matter entirely.
“Since you’re wearing gym clothes, why don’t we exercise? You know squats, right?”
“Squats? Yeah…”
“Raise your arms. Good, like that.”
Michel placed both hands behind her head and bent her knees.
The pure white of her armpits caught my eye, and for some reason they looked just as obscene as her exposed nipples.
“Put it in like that.”
“Mm. Hng... ah.”
Michel slowly lowered her hips as she bent her knees.
Since I’d cut the holes myself, she didn’t need to take off the gym shorts.
“It won’t go in very well…”
As expected, inserting it without using my hands wasn’t easy.
When I steadied my cock for her, the head finally slipped past her closed lips and pushed inside.
“Haaah...♡”
“Michel, May might wake up, so don’t get too loud.”
“Mm-hmm♥ Got it.”
“Does it feel good, after so long?”
“Sooo good.... Do you like my pussy after so long, Ian?”
“I love it.”
At my answer, a bright smile bloomed across Michel’s face.
“I’ll make it feel even better♡”
Michel began moving, bending and straightening her knees.
Her plump ass rose and fell, repeatedly swallowing and releasing my cock.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
“Hah... ah...! Ian’s cock feels even better after so long…”
“I’m glad too...! Being inside you after so long feels amazing…!”
As if making up for all the service she hadn’t been able to give me, her walls clung tightly to my shaft.
Her lower body didn’t move in any ordinary way either; she used the rebound to rake along my cock with punishing force, and pleasure kept rolling through me in waves.
On top of that, Michel’s appearance alone was driving me wild.
Her nipples and clit were no longer hidden by the cut holes.
Rather than cover herself with her hands, she kept her arms raised behind her head, armpits exposed, and bounced on me with the shamelessness of a porn star.
Shuuk, shuuk, shuuk!
“Haa! Haak! Nnh-hah! Hah! Seeing Ian’s face when he feels it is so sexy♡”
It was a difficult position for a woman, and Michel’s breathing was growing rough.
Even so, she was working hard just to make me feel good, and that made her adorable.
“Michel, squeeze your tits. Make it sexy.”
“L-like this?”
Michel grabbed each breast in one hand and squeezed.
The way they looked when pressed down was delicious enough to make the thing below me throb harder.
“Mnn! Hah, I love your tits…!”
Maybe because she’d gotten worked up by touching herself, she began rolling her nipples between her fingers.
As I admired that sight and feasted on her pussy, Michel’s breathing grew rougher and her movements began to slow.
“Michel, you tired?”
“I-I’m fine... I’m finee. I just want to make Ian feel good.”
All for my sake, Michel had worked her body to the point of being drenched in sweat.
The gym uniform, soaked and clinging to her skin, only made her body look even more obscene than before.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
Exhausted, Michel braced herself with both hands on my stomach.
She’d drifted so far from the original squat position that I couldn’t see her armpits anymore, which was a shame.
But the way her arms were gathered in front of her made her breasts lie neatly stacked together, swaying gently and softening my disappointment.
“Hngh! Hah! Haht, hng!”
“Michel, hang in there.”
“Mm, I willll♡ Haaah, ahh!”
You could tell how hard Michel was trying just by looking at her breasts.
When she tired and her movements grew smaller, her chest would settle down; when she pushed herself again and started bouncing harder, her breasts would go wild along with her.
Right now, as if proudly showing off her efforts to me, they were swaying vigorously.
“Hngh, ahh... hahaa...”
Michel’s momentum slowed again.
Accordingly, the trembling of her breasts softened too, and sweat that had slipped along her body hung from the tips of her nipples.
She was already beyond exhausted, but even so, she didn’t seem willing to stop servicing me. Her walls kept twitching restlessly around my cock.
Thinking that was enough, I spread my arms and said, “That’s plenty now, Michel. Come here.”
“Mm-hmm♡”
Michel’s upper body collapsed as she fell into me.
I took her into my arms, kneaded her ass as she pressed against me, and this time I lifted my hips hard into her myself.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Mmmh, hah... feels good... More, more.”
With her face melting from pleasure right in front of me, I naturally ended up kissing her again.
“Mwah, chuup... chuuuup...”
“Come to think of it, Michel, you’re really good at kissing now.”
“Because Ian taught me.”
“And your pussy clamps down like a little bitch too.”
“Because Ian taught me that too.”
“Who’s Michel’s bitch?”
“Ian’s bitch...♥”
“Whose pussy is this?”
“It’s Ian’s♡”
Every time she answered my questions, her pussy clenched tightly as if to prove she meant every word.
“You love my cock this much—how did you hold out until now?”
“Hah... ah... the more I held back, the better it would feel... so I kept it all in…”
“So you didn’t even masturbate?”
“Mm-mm. Hngh, I held out while thinking about Ian...!”
“Then you did a good job holding out, so I should give you a reward.”
“Mm-hmm. I want a reward.”
I bent her straight legs and lifted her knees up.
Bracing myself on both feet, I began hammering my hips up into her with even more force than before.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Hngh, ah! Haaah! So intense... I love it!”
Michel’s immediate reactions lit a fire under me, and I kept battering her cunt relentlessly.
When Michel’s lower body bounced against me and then dropped back down, the sensation of her pussy sliding over my cock made my hips move all on their own.
“Mnh! Haaah! Hngh, I-I’ll... move too!”
After only a brief rest, she was writhing her hips again, wanting to please me.
I didn’t want to lose to her desire to give me her all, so I snapped my lower body against hers even harder.
“Ian, I think I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah, me too, soon!”
“Hngh! Nnh! Hnngh...! Then I’ll hold on until Ian cums, so together...!”
“Got it.”
Like last time, she got playful and kept herself on the edge while I pounded her pussy.
“Ah! Haaah! Ah! I-Ian! Not yet?”
“Tch. Michel, just a little longer!”
“O-Okay... hngh! Nnh, hngh!”
I focused every nerve on my groin.
Suppressing the feeling that my semen was about to surge up my urethra at any second, I kept battering Michel with everything I had.
“Hnngh! Q-Quicker... I can’t hold it-, hnnngh!”
Michel buried her face completely in my chest and trembled.
Every time she moaned, I could feel her hot breath against my skin.
Still, when I kept driving my hips into her, a sweet voice slipped out of her mouth.
“Hngh, ah! Ian, I’m sorry... nnh! I came first.”
“It’s fine. We can do it again when I cum!”
“W-wait, hngh!”
I kept thrusting hard, no longer trying to hold back my climax, and her pussy, just after orgasm, twitched and squeezed down on my cock.
“Ah! Ah! Aah! Haaah! I-just came... hngh!”
“Michel, I’m cumming!”
“Yeah! Yeah! Give it to me! Haaah!”
I pulled her hips toward me and flooded the condom with my release.
It wasn’t actually possible, of course, but it felt so violent it was almost as if I’d blown straight through the rubber.
“Haah... haah... nnh! I can feel Ian’s cock getting hard every time he cums…”
After separating from her now-calmed body, I immediately changed condoms.
The last climax had been deeply satisfying, but the night was still long.
It was our first night together in a long time, so I intended to make it count.
Michel climbed back onto the bed and welcomed me by sticking her ass out at me.
“Want it from behind?”
“Mm-hm.”
Her sweat-soaked gym shorts clung to her ass.
As she wished, I spread open her pussy while she lay there on all fours like a little bitch.
“Haaah…”
Her sweet little nasal exhale tickled my ear.
“Michel, we’re staying up all night tonight.”
“Mm-hm.”
The moment I drew my hips back, eager to ram into her again, an unexpected sound came from outside.
Click.
The bedroom door handle turned.
Without thinking, I grabbed the blanket and threw it over us.
A moment later, the door opened, and there stood May, rubbing her eyes with one tiny hand.
“Auntie... what are you doin’ here?”