"Welcome back, Ben," Hannah said, her voice warm.
Ben stepped inside, the door clicking shut, and dropped his bag. Hannah hurried down the short hallway, her black hair in a side ponytail, a cute apron tied over her uniform. Her 93-centimeter breasts strained against the fabric.
"Hannah," Ben said, his heart racing.
He grabbed her shoulders, kissing her deeply. Her soft lips melted into his, her tongue warm. "Ben, so sudden," Hannah gasped, catching her breath.
"Your apron look is too cute," Ben said. * I lost control, * he thought.
A virgin until yesterday, he could not resist her. "A welcome-home kiss is needed," Hannah said, giving a soft peck. Her breath hitched.
"Welcome back, Ben," she said again, smiling.
"I am late, sorry. I did not expect you here," Ben said, kicking off his shoes.
"Why? Let me take your bag," Hannah said, lifting it from the floor.
"You said you would live here, but so soon? No moving prep?" Ben asked.
"No need. That is enough," Hannah said, pointing to a small suitcase by the wall.
"That is all? Girls have tons of clothes," Ben said, raising an eyebrow.
"I wear uniforms at the dorm. Some have school and dorm sets," Hannah said, shrugging.
* I cannot enter the girls' dorm, * Ben thought. It was a beauty-filled place, but entering meant losing his job.
"I brought pajamas. I can buy more if needed," Hannah said, smoothing her apron.
* Her rich family orders clothes, * Ben thought. He brought casual clothes from home.
"Leave the suitcase there. Use the room as you like," Ben said, gesturing to the spacious dorm.
"You really moved in," Ben said, his voice soft.
"I am your wife. It is normal," Hannah said, her tone matter-of-fact.
* She is so bold, * Ben thought. Moving into a man's room was a big step, even for practice.
"I used your kitchen for dinner," Hannah said, nodding toward the stove.
A pot simmered on the rarely used stove. Ben cleaned it but never cooked. "You have not eaten?" Ben asked.
"It is dinner, not supper. As a Kiyone teacher, use proper words. You are our model," Hannah said, glaring.
Her strict side remained, even after sex. * She said pussy and cock last night, * Ben thought.
"I know. But you could eat first. I come home late sometimes," Ben said.
"No," Hannah said firmly. "I am in marriage practice. A wife waits for her husband to eat together. It is my choice."
* I cannot argue, * Ben thought. He did not want her hungry, but he could finish work earlier.
"Do you cook?" Ben asked.
"We learn cooking in bride classes, Japanese, Western, and Chinese styles," Hannah said.
* Right, the school teaches that, * Ben thought.
"I expect your food," Ben said, smiling.
"I did not make anything special. Do not hope too much," Hannah said, blushing.
"Your apron and ponytail look cute," Ben said, leaning closer.
Hannah's face turned red, her ears flushing. "This is just for cooking. The hair is normal," she said quickly, hurrying to the kitchen.
* A young wife in an apron, * Ben thought, following her.
"Ben, dinner needs time. Change your clothes," Hannah said, stirring the pot.
"I do not know how to say this," Ben said, hesitating.
"Speak clearly. Couples should not hide things," Hannah said, turning to face him.
"Let me take you once," Ben said, his voice low.
"What?" Hannah's face flushed, her spoon clattering.
"You just got home. What are you thinking?" Hannah asked, her eyes wide.
"I thought of you all day. I am at my limit," Ben said, stepping closer.
"Your brain is full of sex. Last night and this morning, so many times. Is my body that good?" Hannah asked, her voice softening.
"Yes," Ben said. Her beauty, full breasts, and tight pussy were perfect.
"If I am busy with dinner, use my panties to pleasure yourself," Hannah said, blushing.
"Your panties could drive me to cum five times," Ben said, his voice husky.
"Do not say that. You probably pleasure yourself thinking of my panties secretly," Hannah said, looking away.
"You would be shocked," Ben said, grinning.
"Look at my panties a bit, then wait," Hannah said, her voice shaky.
"Okay," Ben said. * Just sex would make this only about lust, * he thought. He needed control.
"I made a silly suggestion," Hannah said, frowning as she stirred the pot.
* I must control my desire to focus on eating, * Ben thought. Her beauty made it tough.
Ben sat on the floor, the tiles cool, and peeked up her skirt. Her white lace panties looked pure yet sensual, high-quality for a rich girl. Her ass, soft and firm, was perfect.
* I never thought I would peek up a student's skirt like this, * Ben thought.
"Do not stare," Hannah said, her voice weak.
"Is this okay? Am I in the way?" Ben asked, leaning closer.
"It is just panties," Hannah said, her voice stirring him.
"It is hard to see," Ben said, lifting her skirt slowly.
Hannah gasped, "Ben, you are flipping my skirt."
"First time doing it," Ben said. * I heard it was popular, but it is risky, * he thought.
The white panties glowed, pure and erotic. Her slim waist and full ass amazed him. * I cannot hold back, * Ben thought.
He unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock. "Your panties are perfect for pleasuring myself," Ben said, stroking slowly.
"You really get off on my panties," Hannah said, her body trembling.
"I think of your panties at home," Ben said, his hand moving faster.
"That is bad," Hannah said, her voice soft.
"Sorry. Am I a proper teacher?" Ben asked.
"You are a man. It cannot be helped," Hannah said, her tone forgiving.
* She is so open-minded, * Ben thought. Her strict personality surprised him with its flexibility.
* Couples discover new things about each other, * Ben thought.
Ben and Hannah skipped dating, starting with marriage practice. "Your breath is on my ass," Hannah said, her voice shaky as Ben leaned closer.
"Sorry," Ben said, his face inches from her. Her panties' details, shifting with her ass, drove him wild.
"You keep staring," Hannah said, her thighs quivering.
"You are wet," Ben said, noticing liquid dripping down her thigh.
"You keep looking," Hannah said, her voice trembling.
* She got wet from being watched, * Ben thought. Her body turned aroused fast.
Ben stroked faster, her panties and juices erotic. "Your cock is so hard," Hannah gasped, watching him.
"Your panties are too hot," Ben said. "I could cum five times and still want more."
"Just panties, really?" Hannah said, shaking, her cooking paused.
Her apron and ponytail, her wet panties, made Ben's hand blur. "I cannot hold it, Hannah," Ben said.
"What?" Hannah gasped, turning.
Ben stood, pulled down her panties, and pressed his cock to her pussy, thrusting inside.
Hannah cried out, her body trembling. Ben took her standing at the stove, her wet pussy taking his cock easily.
"You said you would pleasure yourself," Hannah gasped. "Why take me?"
"Cumming in your pussy feels better," Ben said, thrusting deep, their bodies pressed close.
"Your cum fills me," Hannah said, her voice desperate.
"Hannah," Ben said, turning her to kiss her. Cum flooded her pussy, *spurt, spurt*.
"Your panties and your body in class made me cum so much," Ben said, his breath ragged.
Cum overflowed, dripping down her legs. Ben pulled out, sitting on the floor, overwhelmed. Hannah leaned on the stove, trembling, her panties at her knees, cum streaming down her thighs.
Ben kissed her soft butt, sucking gently. "Your cute ass was shaking," he said.
"Do not lick there, dinner is ready," Hannah said, jumping back.
* Is taking her like this okay for a couple? * Ben thought, savoring the afterglow.