Listen to this articleWhen I came home, Chisayo was waiting for me in our bedroom. But she wasn’t dressed in her usual clothes. Instead, she had on a schoolgirl uniform—crisp white blouse, black vest, checkered skirt that ended just above the knee. Black shoes and socks completed the look.
My heart skipped a beat at how adorable she looked. The outfit highlighted her petite, youthful figure. Short black hair framed an angelic face, wide eyes gazing at me expectantly through frameless glasses.
“Do you like my new outfit?” she asked, giving me a little twirl. The pleated skirt fanned out, offering a fleeting glimpse of pale thighs.
“You look absolutely delicious,” I growled, advancing on her. Chisayo squealed as I swept her into my arms, carrying her to the bed.
I kissed her deeply, hands roaming over the stiff fabric of her blouse and the soft skin below. She melted against me, fingers tangling in my hair. I left her lips to trail kisses along her jaw and down the slender column of her neck.
With trembling fingers, I undid the line of buttons on her blouse, exposing a lacy white bra and flat belly. The skirt soon followed, revealing matching panties. Chisayo gazed up at me, pupils dilated behind those glasses, lips parted invitingly.
I rose up to shrug out of my own clothes before settling into the cradle of her thighs. We moved together slowly at first, then with building urgency. The bed creaked faintly beneath us, underscore to our ragged breathing and throaty moans.
Afterward, we clung to one another, bodies slick with sweat and satiation. Chisayo’s hair was mussed, glasses askew, but she had never looked lovelier.
“I do believe you’ve been a naughty schoolgirl,” I teased. She giggled, nuzzling against me contently.
“Then you’ll just have to discipline me thoroughly, won’t you, professor?”
We grinned at one another, already anticipating the “lessons” yet to come. My darling Chisayo, full of delightful surprises. School was definitely in session.
