Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The following three days passed uneventfully, yet Bharath's affection for Geetha deepened with each passing moment. Their daily conversations, her friendly gestures towards him, and his occasional help with household chores, all while his gaze lingered on her beauty, intensified. His tendency to touch her while talking also increased.

Two days before Geetha's departure for Dubai, Bharath arrived for tuition in the evening.

Before Geetha could enter her house, Jatin, the boy from next door, vimala’s son, approached him.

"Bharath bro, I'm bored, let's play something," Jatin whined.

"Don't you have any friends? Why me?" Bharath asked.

"Their house is far, and Dad doesn't want me going that far," Jatin explained.

"I don't know, Geetha Miss will scold me if I play," Bharath said, feigning reluctance.

He eventually relented and went inside the house. Geetha was in the kitchen, making tea. 

Bharath placed his bag on the table and looked into the kitchen. Geetha, dressed in a black cotton saree with her pallu tucked at her waist, was reaching for a sugar box on a high shelf. As she stretched, her blouse strap lifted, revealing an inch of buttery skin above her waist, folded like a sugar dune. Bharath's eyes fixated on that sight. Looking up, he noticed a bead of sweat rolling down Geetha's forehead, just above her left eye.

"Oh, you're here?" Geetha's voice broke his trance.

His gaze then shifted to her lips, where sweat had formed a faint mustache between her upper lip and nose. He continued to watch her, then walked into the kitchen and stood beside her.

"Miss, a cup for me too, please," Bharath requested.

Geetha offered a faint smile. "Ha..."

"Is it really day after tomorrow you're leaving?" he asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Hmm... The flight is early morning," she confirmed.

"How long will it take to get there?"

"About five hours, maybe."

"That's all..." He moved a little closer, placing his face near Geetha's ear. "Miss, wear the churidar you bought the other day, red one, so Gautham Sir can see... Mmmm..."

Geetha, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks, chuckled softly and gently patted Bharath's cheek with her right hand. "Hey, I told you just yesterday, you're a student, act like one, don't say things like that."

"But Miss, you tell me everything, right?" Bharath countered playfully.

"Ha..."

"That's why."

As she continued making tea for both of them, he moved forward and stood beside her. As always, a pleasant fragrance wafted from Geetha's neck to Bharath's nose. He moved even closer, burying his nose in her hair.

"Miss, the smell is so good," he murmured.

"You didn't say that when you drank tea the other day," Geetha teased.

Bharath smiled faintly. "Not the tea smell, yours."

"Mine?"

"It's coming from you, it's different."

Geetha turned off the stove and poured tea into cups. "I don't know, you're just keep saying that."

"It's true, you smells really good. I like how beautiful you are, and there's so much freshness about you."

"Enough, stop it, here take this," Geetha said, handing him a cup.

Bharath took the cup and went to sit at the dining table. Just then, Jatin ran up to Geetha.

"Auntie, let's play something!" Jatin exclaimed.

Geetha pinched Jatin's cheeks. "What should we play, tell me?"

"Let's play hide-and-seek, Auntie."

"But Bharath came for tuition, right?" Geetha looked at Bharath, who subtly gestured with his foot for Jatin to leave.

"Oh... Ugh, let's play, I'm bored, Mom is watching TV serials," Jatin persisted.

"Okay, let's do one thing, you bring your bag too, I'll help you with homework," Geetha offered. Bharath laughed at Jatin's crestfallen face.

"Oh...! No, Auntie, let's play," Jatin whined.

Bharath pulled Jatin close. "Hey, I'll put a game on your phone, play that."

"Hey, your eyes will get ruined," Geetha interjected. "Okay, Bharath, you count first, go."

"Me? Let's clap, whoever gets it," Bharath suggested.

"No, you go," Geetha insisted.

"Okay."

Geetha's house comprised five rooms: a twenty-foot hall, two bedrooms (one occupied, one for guests), a kitchen, and a storeroom. The road lay to the north, but adhering to Vastu principles, they used the east-facing entrance near the stairs. From the road, the north door was visible, while the east door, to the right, offered privacy from Vimla's family.

Geetha took Jatin into the bedroom, where she tucked him under the bed and positioned herself in a small empty space beside a wardrobe. Bharath counted near the stairs, then crossed the doorway and entered, moving with a cat-like stealth.

"9, 8, 7... 2, 1, I'm coming, ready!"

In his excitement, Jatin accidentally kicked something under the bed, making a muffled sound. Bharath heard it and went straight into the bedroom. As he entered, Jatin saw Bharath's feet and remained perfectly still. Bharath, already suspecting someone was under the bed and knowing Geetha wouldn't fit, knelt down, bent over, spotted Jatin, and shouted, "One, rest, Jatin!"

"Oh... Shh..." Jatin emerged from under the bed, laughing and looking towards the gap in the wardrobe where Geetha was hiding. Bharath followed his gaze and understood. Geetha was indeed hidden behind a curtain in that gap. Bharath chuckled, slowly walked over, and gently pulled the edges of the curtain with his fingers. Inside, Geetha stood with her face turned to the left. As Bharath pulled the curtain, his fingertips brushed her waist, precisely where her pallu was tucked, like a peacock feather. A jolt of electricity shot through her, igniting a spark of arousal.

Bharath completely pulled back the curtain, and both of them shouted. "Miss, you're caught!"

"Oh no, Auntie, now I have to count," Jatin lamented.

Geetha came out and ruffled Jatin's hair. "That's it, go count and come back."

Jatin ran outside and began counting. Bharath, in turn, slipped into the same spot where Geetha had hidden earlier and covered himself with the curtain. "Miss, I'll stay here, you go somewhere else."

Geetha hid in the hall, between the dining table and the sofa. Jatin finished counting and came in. Assuming no one was in the hall, he rushed directly into the bedroom. He looked under the bed, then behind the wardrobe, but no one was there. Bharath had already changed his hiding spot. Then Jatin went into the kitchen. Still empty. As he came out of the kitchen, he caught sight of a saree pallu near the dining table's legs. He darted over and jumped beside the sofa; Geetha was found.

"Auntie, one... Auntie, one..." Jatin shouted and jumped with glee.

Just then, Bharath appeared, running from behind the bedroom door into the wardrobe gap.

"Two... Anna, two... You're caught, come out!" Jatin exclaimed. Bharath had no choice but to emerge.

Now it was Geetha's turn to count. This continued for four or five rounds, with either Bharath or Jatin being caught. More than an hour passed, and it began to grow dark outside. It was Jatin's turn again. He went outside to count, sitting on the stairs, covering his eyes with his hands, and starting the count.

Inside, Bharath grabbed Geetha's hand, pulled her, opened the second bedroom door, and they slipped inside. "He won't even suspect this room," Geetha whispered.

"Yes, Miss, that's why you hide behind the door, and I'll stand behind that window curtain," Bharath replied. 

In that room, there was a bit more space behind the door, which was set slightly further from the corner wall. Two people could fit in that gap. Bharath noticed this and moved to stand near Geetha.

"We both can't fit here, Bharath, you go stand near that window," Geetha said.

"No, Miss, it'll be good here, move over, I'll tell you," Bharath insisted. 

Geetha moved further into the corner, and Bharath moved closer, leaning against her. His shoulder pressed against her arm. He tried to hold the door and pull it against the wall to make it seem normal, without raising Jatin's suspicion, but its edge wasn't reaching the wall. Bharath was in the way.

Just then, an idea struck him. "Miss, I'll stand against the wall, you stand in front of me."

"No, it'll be cramped," Geetha protested.

"It's okay, Miss, let's make Jatin wander around the house for a bit. Let's see if he comes here or not," Bharath reasoned. 

Before Geetha could reply, he held her hand, brought her forward, and came to stand behind her. Bharath leaned against the wall, while Geetha stood in front of him, her back to him.

Both of them, engrossed in the game until now, hadn't stayed in one place properly and were feeling stuffy. In that small space, they could feel each other's body heat. Geetha stood only half a foot away. Bharath settled down and exhaled, "Uff," and his breath directly touched the warm hollow of Geetha's neck. Her spine tingled. She held the door tightly and remained still.

"Miss, pull the door this way, so he doesn't suspect," Bharath whispered.

"But it won't fit, there are two of us," Geetha replied.

Without a second thought, Bharath held Geetha's right shoulder and pulled her closer. Geetha lost her footing and fell onto his chest. "Ah!" she gasped.

"Miss, come closer," Bharath urged.

Geetha took a step back and leaned against Bharath. At that moment, the touch of their bodies felt new to both of them. There was no air, and every time Bharath exhaled, it touched the hollow of her neck like warm vapor, making Geetha's body feel hot. 

Bharath brought his right hand forward, gently placed it on Geetha's navel, and pulled her even closer to him. Geetha completely clung to him. But as his hand touched her waist like that, the touch intensified the passion within her.

Bharath knew Geetha was uncomfortable, but he thought he had finally gotten an opportunity to be with Geetha like that for some time. Geetha was trembling heavily. "Bh... Bharath, let go of my waist."

"Oh, sorry, Miss..." he mumbled.

"Hmm..."

He removed his hand, and Geetha's soft buttocks pressed against his thighs. The stirring between his legs increased. Geetha was sweating all over. Bharath's situation was similar.

"This is the last time, Bharath, an hour has already passed in game, you should at least do today's homework," Geetha said, her voice strained.

"Okay, Miss," Bharath replied. As both of them spoke with heavy breaths, Bharath's exhaled breath touched the back of her head, beneath her neck, warmly.

"It's stuffy," Geetha whispered.

"It's okay, Miss, just for a little while, right?" Bharath comforted. 

Geetha's body aroma intensified in that narrow space. Bharath inhaled the primal scent, leaned forward a bit, and rested his chin on Geetha's soft shoulder. Bharath doing that, she understood what he was doing.

"Miss, what perfume do you use?" Bharath asked. A faint, shy smile appeared on Geetha's lips.

"Why?" she replied.

"Because this smell is so good again."

"Why do you keep saying that?"

"Really, Miss," he moved a little more forward as if leaning, then inhaled deeply again, "Hmm... It's really good." He placed both his hands behind her, beside Geetha's shoulders. Geetha felt heavy. She held the door handle with her left hand gripping. Bharath, however, was breathing heavily. He moved to her neck once, then to her shoulder again. His cheeks rubbed against Geetha's neck, arousing her.

"Miss..."

"Ha..."

"Your smell is so good..."

Bharath warm exhale blowing on her sweaty neck sent waves of warm shivers. "Hmm..." She bit her lower lip.

Bharath was getting even more intoxicated by that smell. He buried his face in Geetha's hair, pressing his nose against the back of her head. He was becoming intoxicated by Geetha's scent, losing control. Fervently inhaling her body's scent, her soft buttocks pressing against his thighs, and gently kneading her soft shoulders as he sniffed them, he started. Once to the right, once to the left, he sensuously stroked Geetha's body with his cheek, not caring what Geetha would say, and greatly increasing her agitation.

Ah... I don't quite understand what he's doing, 

but it feels good. He's trapped me in this airless place, 

touching my neck with his nose, not letting me breathe. 

How good it feels when his fingers rub my shoulders like that. 

As he pressed and rubbed his nose into the hollow of Geetha's neck, she shivered.

 He slowly lowered his left hand further and kneaded above Geetha's elbow. "Hmm..." he pressed against the spine below her neck.

"Sorry, Miss..." Bharath whispered.

"Uh..."

"Miss, can I smell you until he comes?" Sweat drops clung to his lips, he licked the sweat once, and then his lips touched Geetha's neck rawly.

"Ahh..." she moaned and controlled herself.

"Tell me, Miss, are you comfortable?" Bharath asked.

"Hmm..." He came up, rubbed his nose in front of Geetha's ear, and asked again. "Can I, Miss?"

In that doorway, with heavy breathing and stuffiness, and the assault on her body, she couldn't understand anything. Bharath's hot breathy words were intoxicating.

"Uh..."

He leaned further onto Geetha, lowered his face even more, came into Geetha's lap, and smelled her. He stretched his hand even further down and intertwined her palm with his. In his intoxication, Bharath's lower body hardened, poking through Geetha's saree and pressing between her buttocks.

Trembling and relaxing, Geetha managed, "Bharath......"

"Ha... Miss?"

"That..." He was rubbing his nose below her chin. Geetha tilted her head back, cooperating further.

"Te...ll me..."

Geetha couldn't express what was happening between her legs and was feeling uncomfortable. As Bharath's lower body hardened further, trying to rise, Geetha's saree was in the way, embedding itself under her buttocks. Geetha stood like a doll, and Bharath was savoring Geetha in the same way. In the darkness, her entire weight leaned on Bharath, and in a state of enchantment, trembling, she surrendered herself to Bharath. In his intoxication, Bharath fiercely inhaled the sweaty scent, his lips clinging to the sweat on Geetha's neck as he licked it. She intertwined her hand with his, kneading it, and started to moan, rubbing her left leg against her right.

"Hmm..."

"Miss, your smell is intoxicating," he murmured, rubbing his nose against her neck muscle.

"S... Mm," Geetha whispered, her voice barely audible.


The late afternoon sun, usually a comforting presence, felt like a silent observer as Jatin, engrossed in counting numbers, was on the verge of heading inside. Just then, Vimala’s voice cut through the air.

“Chinna, come on, enough playing,” Vimala called out from near the wall. “Go to the shop and get some eggs. I’ll make you an omelet.”

The word ‘omelet’ was magic. Jatin’s mouth watered instantly, and he darted off without a word to Geetha.

Meanwhile, Bharat was positioned to Geetha’s right, his gaze drawn to a sliver of black bra strap peeking from beneath her blouse. As he casually brushed her shoulder, his nose grazed the strap. With a gentle touch of his fingertips, Bharat tucked it back into place. A shiver, both strange and thrilling, coursed through Geetha.

Bharat smacked his lips, the salty taste of sweat lingering. “Miss, your sweat tastes salty.”

Geetha recoiled slightly. “Ugh… if sweat gets on you, why don’t you wipe it off?”

“Honestly, Miss, I like it,” Bharat confessed, his voice a low murmur. “I feel like tasting it more.”

“Chee… that’s enough,” Geetha whispered, a flicker of concern crossing her face. “Poor Jatin, I wonder if we’ll get caught. He hasn’t come back yet, let’s check.”

“No, Miss, we’ll get caught,” Bharat countered, a hint of playful defiance in his tone. “He’ll come, just wait.”

“But how long can we stay here?” Geetha pressed.

“It’s okay, Miss, just a little longer.”

For Geetha, this was an entirely new sensation, an experience both peculiar and undeniably alluring.

Time seemed to stretch and warp. Both were now glistening with sweat, Geetha’s back damp against her clothes. Bharat’s touch was slow and deliberate as he caressed her face, then leaned against her, his fingers playfully intertwining with her hair.

“Bharat, he still hasn’t come,” Geetha murmured, a tremor in her voice. “Maybe he left?”

In response, Bharat gently squeezed her right hand, then brought his face close to her ear. “Maybe he thinks we’ll come out, Miss?”

Geetha wasn’t naive, but her body, strangely cooperative, silenced any second thoughts. She accepted Bharat’s suggestion as truth. “Ahh…”

A wave of desire washed over Geetha as she guided Bharat’s hand under her waist, over her saree. His fingers found their mark, holding her softly there. “Sss…”

“What happened, Miss?” Bharat’s voice was a soft inquiry.

“Uh-huh…” Geetha felt light-headed, her thoughts dissolving into a haze of sensation.

I want to put his hands allover me.

He’s so hot, and I’m feeling cold.

I feel like getting warmth from his touches.

The grip on her right shoulder eased, sliding down to rest on her saree-clad waist. For a better hold, Bharat’s fingertips found a spot just below her waist. Geetha’s nerves tingled, a delicious current running through her. She twisted, her left hand trembling as she raised it to cup Bharat’s head.

As her left armpit lifted, the concentrated scent of sweat, until now contained, wafted directly into Bharat’s nose. An immediate rush intoxicated him. “Ahh… Miss… it’s so tempting.”

“What?” Geetha breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

“Your smell.”

“Ugh, Bharat, what are you talking about?”

Gently shifting Geetha to the right, he leaned down from behind, burying his face under her left armpit. Geetha watched, a strange mix of fascination and mild disgust, as he inhaled deeply.

Then, Bharat took another deep breath, releasing a wave of warm air into her armpit. The warmth enveloped Geetha, overwhelming her senses. She didn’t understand the powerful surge within her, but that singular action ignited a fierce desire. No one had ever touched her like this, especially not in such an unconventional way.

“Mmm…” Geetha hummed, a soft sound escaping her lips.

Bharat sniffed again, pressing his nose into her armpit. That touch unleashed a storm within Geetha. “Ahh….” she moaned, trembling, her inner thighs moistening.

Bharat straightened up, moving to her right side. As his cheek brushed against her neck, goosebumps erupted along her spine, sending shivers through her entire body. Just as the intensity threatened to become unbearable, a distant call broke the spell. Both of them quickly composed themselves.

Geetha pushed the door forward, but Bharat’s hands remained on her. She shrugged her shoulders. “Bharat, that’s enough.”

He released her, his gaze lingering on her back and waist. Geetha swiftly adjusted her saree and stepped outside to find an Amazon delivery. She took the package and returned inside. Meanwhile, Bharat took a drink of water and came to sit to Geetha’s left, immediately taking her right hand firmly in his. Looked into Geetha’s eyes, and seeing her angry expression, he flinched and lowered his gaze.

“I’ve been watching since yesterday,” Geetha began, her voice firm. “What do you feel?”

“Nothing, Miss.”

“Yesterday and today, your focus isn’t on your studies. Why are you looking at me? There are only two months left; study.”

“Sorry, Miss.”

“Look here.”

Bharat lifted his head, his eyes meeting Geetha’s. Her anger had softened, replaced by a slight smile. She playfully pulled his cheek. “You naughty fellow, are you going home or staying a bit longer? We didn’t study today anyway.”

Bharat was taken aback. He had braced himself for a scolding, but Geetha’s words were a pleasant surprise. She understood him.

“If you ask me to stay, I’ll stay, Miss.”

“Will you have dinner here today?”

Bharat remained silent, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Stay, okay,” Geetha said, her tone gentle. “I’ll cook rice. Don’t study today; want to watch TV?”

Bharat looked at her with renewed surprise. Geetha smiled. “Miss, are you serious?”

“Yes…”

“Miss, can I have your phone? I want to play a game.”

“Take it.” She handed him the phone and turned towards the kitchen. As Geetha walked away, he watched her graceful back, then unlocked the phone. He settled down, engrossed in games for a while.

In the kitchen, Geetha put the rice in the cooker, then slipped into her bedroom and closed the door. “Uff,” she exhaled, a soft sound of relief. From the cupboard, she retrieved a fresh pair of panties and entered the bathroom. Removing the pair she was wearing, she held them, a small smile playing on her lips as she noted the wetness of her discharge in the middle. She put on a new pair from the basket beside her, splashed some water on her face, and returned to the hall.

Bharat was still immersed in his game while Geetha settled down to watch TV.

Once the rice was cooked, Geetha set the plates on the dining table and called Bharat.

“Miss, I’m not used to eating like this,” Bharat said, looking at the spread.

“Then get used to it,” she replied, a playful glint in her eyes.

She had cooked paneer curry that morning. As Bharat took his first bite, a satisfied “Mmm…” escaped his lips.

“What happened?” Geetha asked.

“Mmm… Miss, seriously, your cooking is amazing.”

Geetha beamed, a genuine smile lighting up her face. “Thanks, Bharat.”

“My mom probably doesn’t know how to cook this curry, Miss; she doesn’t make it at home. I’ve only had it a few times when I went to weddings. But wow, what you made is very tasty, Miss.”

“Hmmm… eat,” Geetha encouraged.

As they both ate, Bharat took a bite of paneer and looked at Geetha. She nodded, as if to ask, “What is it?”

He gave a mischievous smile.

“What?”

“Miss, you’re also as soft as this paneer.”

“Hey…” Geetha chided playfully.

“Seriously, Miss, it took an hour just to smell the paneer, and then…” He trailed off, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. The paneer is very good. Will you make it again sometime, Miss?”

Ugh… Is he saying that, or am I just imagining it? Sss… Geetha thought, a slight flush rising to her cheeks. “Okay.”

He smiled mischievously again.

Bharat finished eating, stood up, and picked up his plate.

“Oh, leave it, I’ll take it,” Geetha offered.

“No problem, Miss.” He took the plate and went to wash his hands. As Geetha finished eating and got up, Bharat returned, looking downcast, holding his books.

“Miss, it’s five days, right?”

“Yes. Why do you look like that?”

“That’s it, Miss, I’ll miss you.”

She smiled. “Hey, it’s only five days that I’m leaving.”

Immediately, Bharat’s face lit up. “Miss, enjoy well with Gautam sir.”

Geetha blushed. “Hey, you’re going get beating. Go now.”

“Bye, Miss. Happy journey.” Bharat left, a wide smile on his face.

Geetha’s phone rang. It was a new number. “Hello, who is this?”

“Geetha, it’s me Shiva.”
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To be continued……..


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Geeta's voice, sharp with a hint of exasperation, cut through the evening air. "Why did you tell Mister Shiva to drop me at the airport?"


Gautam, ever so slightly flustered, replied, "Oh, did Shiva call? Why, you don't know properly, do you?"

"No need," Geeta stated, her tone firm. "Shiram is there; he'll drop me in our car."

A lightbulb seemed to go off for Gautam. "Oh, right, I forgot. So what did you tell Shiva?"

"I didn't say anything," Geeta said, the ball now squarely in his court. "You tell him no, Shri will come."

"Okay, I'll tell him," Gautam conceded, then shifted gears. "Did you eat?"

"I ate," she confirmed. "I asked Bharat to eat here today too."

"Aha…" Gautam trailed off, a hint of a smile in his voice. "Don't bring anything from there, no luggage, okay?"

"Hmm," Geeta hummed in agreement, the conversation drawing to a close.

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The morning light was just beginning to filter through as Geetha busied herself hanging clothes outside. Her thoughts, however, were on something she needed to ask Shri, who was just then descending the stairs, his gaze fixed on her.

"Good morning, Vadhina Garu," Sri greeted, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he approached. "Why do you look so lost in thought?"

Geetha met his eyes. "I need to ask you something."

He came closer, his smile widening. "Ask away."

"Could you drop me at the airport tomorrow morning?" she inquired, a hopeful pnote in her voice.

Sri's smile faltered. "Sorry, Vadhina, I'm going to Warangal city tonight, so I can't."

A wave of dismay washed over Geetha. She had told Shiva not to bother coming last night, and now Sri couldn't help either. She was at a loss.

That evening, as Shiva returned home from the lab, Sindhu, clad in a short gown that accentuated her captivating beauty, opened the door. She closed the door behind him and moved swiftly, embracing him tightly. He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She bit his cheek with a passionate fervor, and he, in turn, continued to crush her in his embrace, then bit her neck.

"Hmm... I'm hungry," Shiva murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I'll go take a bath."

Sindhu didn't release him. Instead, she climbed onto him, and he instinctively placed his hands on her buttocks, lifting her. She held his face in her hands and began kissing him with unbridled passion.

"Hey, stop it," Shiva managed to say, though his voice was thick.

She paused, pressing her lips against his. "Hmm... why?"

"I want to drink water."

Sindhu’s mouth found his again, her tongue pushing inside as she moved it around. Shiva responded in kind, licking her lips.

"If you're hungry my hubby," she whispered against his mouth, "eat your wife."

As he moved his right hand up from her buttocks, her gown rode higher, and his fingers grazed her lower back, then squeezed her right buttock from below. Sindhu, in turn, bit his upper lip, pulling it between her own, soft as hibiscus petals.

"Mmm..." Shiva groaned, just as his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Sindhu, still clinging to him, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, yet she didn't dismount, continuing to shower kisses on his neck. Shiva, with some effort, answered the call.

"Hello Shiva," Gautham's voice came through.

"Yeah." Sindhu began unbuttoning his shirt, her lips tracing a path down his chest.

"Shriram can't make it," Gautham continued, "so you go."

"Okay."

"Thanks, man.”

"No problem."

Gautham hung up. 

Shiva tossed his phone onto the sofa, then, with a swift movement, lifted Sindhu by her waist and sat back, pulling her down onto his lap. She settled there, immediately resuming her ardent kisses, sucking on his lips. His right hand slipped inside her gown, finding her left boob, which he began to knead softly.

"Ah..." Sindhu breathed, her body arching slightly.

He pulled her even tighter into his lap with his left hand, then bit her shoulder near her neck. Sindhu's passion flared, and she pushed him back slightly, then got up.

"Do you have Geetha's number?" Shiva asked, his voice still a little hoarse.

"Yeah..."

"Call her and give it to me."

Sindhu took the phone, dialed, and handed it to him.

"Hello Geetha Garu, this is Shiva speaking."

"Tell me,” Geetha answered.

"Brother told me. So, is it okay for you?"

Sindhu took the phone back. "Geetha."

"Yes, Akka."

With one hand, Sindhu lifted her gown, dbanging it over Shiva's head, resting his head in her lap. Shiva buried his face in the valley between her soft mounds, his tongue flicking out.

"Ss..." Sindhu whispered into the phone, a soft moan escaping her lips. "I'll come, we'll go to the airport together. Okay?"

"But Akka," Geetha's voice sounded hesitant, "for me to wake up so early..."

Shiva bit Sindhu's left breast, and she slapped him lightly on the head.

"Don't think like that," Sindhu said, a playful sternness in her tone. "Be ready at 4:30."

"Okay, Akka."

Sindhu put the phone aside and then, with a flourish, took off her gown. Shiva immediately leaned in, his mouth finding her reddened erect right nipple. He sucked it, then bit it once, lightly.

"Ah... Don't bite, you waste fellow," she playfully admonished.

He held her waist, lifted her, and then poked his tongue into her belly button.

"Hmm... more," she encouraged, her voice a low purr.

As he continued to lick, his hand found its way to her panty, then her pussy, his fingers beginning to rub. Sindhu closed her eyes, a passionate moan escaping her lips.

"Yes... Hmm." She leaned her waist into his face, kissing him, and then rubbed her pussy with her thumb. He sat up again, kissing her lips. With his left hand, he unbuttoned Shiva's pants, unzipped them, and slid his hand inside, squeezing his dick.

Shiva held both her breasts in his hands, alternately squeezing and sucking them, his tongue still busy.

"Hmm... slur..." he murmured, his mouth still on her nipple. "Why should you wake up early? I told you I'd go."

"Why?" Sindhu retorted, pulling back slightly. "To stare at her?”

"Hey... what are you talking about?"

"Don't I know you? You'd take any chance to grope her."

He bit the soft flesh next to her nipple with his front teeth.

"Ah... waste fellow..."

"You're thinking too much," Shiva said, pulling away slightly. "There's nothing like that for me."

"Oh..." Sindhu scoffed playfully. "The other day when we met at the market, when I was talking to her, who did you look at from behind?"

"You."

"Don't act up, I know you looked at her."

"What, is it wrong to look now? Your friend is beautiful."

"Shut up, you idiot," Sindhu chastised, though a smile played on her lips. "You have no shame talking about another woman in front of your wife."

He put her left breast in his mouth and sucked it, then slid his right hand down, pulling down her pants. He freed his dick and rubbed it against her pussy.

"Ah... Hmm," she moaned.

"Hmm..."

He put his left hand behind her and pulled her closer, deepening the connection. Her breast was now fully in his mouth, which he filled, biting it gently. Sindhu, in turn, was kissing Shiva's forehead.

He moved his hips, pushing his dick into her pussy, rubbing it there.

"Ah... Yes... Put it in."

"Yeah..."

He pushed in smoothly. Sindhu passionately placed her hands on Shiva's shoulders and began to grind lustfully on his dick. He squeezed both her buttocks, his mouth still on her breast, and moved Sindhu back and forth.

"Ah... Shiva," Sindhu gasped, "we should go to Dubai too. I've never been."

"Hmm... Yeah... Okay."

"Hah... Faster, hmm..."

"Yeah..."

And so, their passionate interlude quickly gave way to slumber. Meanwhile, Geetha had also packed her essentials and was in bed by eight o'clock, preparing for her early start.


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The car, a pristine black, smelled distinctly of a man's cologne as Sindhu pulled up to Geetha's house at precisely 4:30 AM. Geetha, having just locked her front door, glanced up to see Swaroopa already awake and busy upstairs. "I'm leaving, Auntie! Take care of the house!" she called out, then slipped into the passenger seat.

"Good morning, Geetha," Sindhu greeted.

"Oh, Akka, sorry for bothering you," Geetha replied, a hint of awkwardness in her voice.

Sindhu chuckled. "Oh, come on, if you talk like that, I'll lose interest."

"Sorry, okay, let's go," Geetha conceded, and with a shared understanding, they set off.

"The car is nice," Geetha observed, taking in the spotless interior.

"Thanks," Sindhu replied, "It's my husband's."

"I wanted to take my car," Geetha mused, "but he fussed, saying I don't know the way properly."

"Well, you're not used to the airport," Sindhu reasoned, "so your husband must be worried."

Geetha hummed in agreement.

"How long has he been gone?" Sindhu asked, her tone casual.

"Two months," Geetha answered simply.

"Not that," Sindhu clarified, "I meant how long has he been working there?"

"Oh," Geetha said, a faint smile touching her lips, "It'll be eight months next month."

"Oh," Sindhu paused, then, with a hint of curiosity, "But Geetha, if you don't mind me asking, how are you managing?"

"About what?" Geetha feigned ignorance.

"You know..." Sindhu prodded gently.

Geetha's eyes twinkled. "I figured you'd ask that. I was surprised you didn't ask last time, and now you have."

"Come on, tell me," Sindhu urged.

"What's there? Nothing. Managing with Plastic," Geetha deadpanned.

Sindhu burst into laughter.

"Don't laugh," Geetha protested playfully.

"Okay, okay," Sindhu managed between giggles, "but today all this pent-up heat will be released."

Geetha gazed out the window, a thoughtful "Hmm" escaping her lips.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Sindhu asked, sensing a shift in mood. "I was just joking, don't be so sensitive."

Another quiet "Hmm" was all Geetha offered, her gaze still fixed on the passing scenery. 

She found herself unable to articulate the swirl of emotions within her.

"Hey," Sindhu continued, her voice dropping conspiratorially, "In bed, do you dominate or does your husband?"

A blush crept up Geetha's neck, and she turned away. "Me."

"Oh, shy one!" Sindhu exclaimed. "What does your husband do?"

"How can I say that?" Geetha demurred.

"Come on, tell me," Sindhu insisted.

"You're married, don't you know?" Geetha countered playfully.

"Oh, don't avoid the question, tell me," Sindhu pressed.

"Oh, I can't, akka," Geetha pleaded.

Sindhu reached out, gently patting Geetha's right boob. "Okay, what does he do with these?"

"Argh!" Geetha gasped, a mix of exasperation and amusement in her voice. "You're really bothering me, you haven't changed at all, you're crazy."

"Oh, you're younger than me, but you're ripe like a mango," Sindhu teased. "My husband would be biting them right now. If I had what you have, he'd devour them, you know?"

"Do you have anything less than me to say that?" Geetha shot back, a playful glint in her eye.

"Tell me, what does your husband do?" Sindhu persisted.

"He doesn't do all those things," Geetha said, a subtle shift in her tone.

"Then what does he do?" Sindhu probed.

"Hey, stop it, Sis, that's enough," Geetha said, her voice firmer.

"Looking at these, I'm getting jealous," Sindhu continued, seemingly oblivious. "I understand, your husband must be squeezing you."

A pang of sadness resonated within Geetha, a quiet reminder that Gautam didn't engage in such playful, intimate gestures.


At 8 o'clock, Geetha and Sindhu completed their check-in. Before heading to boarding, they embraced affectionately, Sindhu offering her final words of caution.

"This is my first time on a plane, Sis," Geetha confessed, a touch of nervousness in her voice.

"It's nothing," Sindhu reassured her. "Once you go and come back, you'll get used to it."

"Yeah..." Geetha murmured.

"Have a good five days," Sindhu said with a wink, "and make sure you get intensely satisfied."

"Chee, stop," Geetha laughed, pushing her playfully.

"Okay, go. Be careful," Sindhu urged.

"Thanks, Akka..." Geetha began.

"If you say thanks one more time..." Sindhu warned, a smile playing on her lips.

"Bye..." Geetha quickly said.

"See ya..." Sindhu replied, watching her go.

Upon landing in Dubai, a tearful and joyful reunion awaited Geetha. Gautam was there, and they embraced tightly, a testament to the two months of separation. Geetha, in the red churidar Bharat had mentioned, looked radiant to Gautam.

"Geetha, you look so lovely," Gautam breathed, his eyes full of admiration.

"Hmm..." she replied, her voice soft.

"How was your first time on a plane?" he asked.

"It was good," she confirmed.

"You didn't have any trouble in between, right?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go," Gautam said, taking her hand.

At Gautam's flat, they stepped inside, and the door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in their private world. Geetha placed her handbag on a nearby table as Gautam led her straight to the bedroom.

"Come on, I'll show you all the rooms," Gautam began, but his words were cut short.

With a sudden surge of passion, Geetha threw her arms around his shoulders, leaned into him, and passionately kissed his lips. "Umm..." she murmured against his mouth.

Surprised but delighted, Gautam wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and returning the kiss with equal fervor. "Mmm..." he hummed. He was taken aback; Geetha had never initiated a kiss so boldly before. He attributed it to the long separation, assuming she simply couldn't wait any longer.

"Umm... Darling, fuck me," Geetha whispered, her voice thick with desire. She lifted Gautam's shirt, her hands tracing the lines of his waist, then began to pepper kisses all over his face.

"Ha... Hey, shy girl, is that really you?" Gautam teased, his voice husky.

"Uh..." she replied, already unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled him into a tight hug, resting her head on his chest, and kissed his neck. "I missed you so much," she confessed.
He gently placed a finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. "Me too," he said, his eyes filled with warmth, before claiming her lips once more. He took her lower lip between his, holding it softly.

"Um..." Geetha moaned, melting into the kiss.

Mid-kiss, Gautam smoothly pulled off Geetha's dupatta, tossing it aside. Still locked in their embrace, he turned her, leaning her gently against the wall behind them. His gaze dropped, lingering intensely on the luscious curves of her breasts. He moved his kisses from her lips to her neck, then descended lower, pressing soft kisses into her cleavage.

"Iss..." Geetha moaned sensuously, her body trembling.

"Ah... Umm..." Gautam murmured, his voice filled with pleasure.

Geetha's fingers tangled in Gautam's hair, guiding his face deeper between her breasts. He buried his face in her cleavage, softly kissing the peaks of his wife's undeniable beauty.

Geetha trembled, a soft moan escaping her lips, her desire escalating.

He lifted Geetha's top to her waist, then, pulling her by the waist, laid her gently onto the bed. The mattress was soft, yielding beneath her, and she felt an exhilarating sense of freedom. Gautam leaned over her, raining kisses upon her lips, cheeks, neck, and breasts.

Two minutes later, Geetha was without her pants, and Gautam was fully undressed. Geetha, with a shy glance, reached out and turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. In the soft gloom, Gautam pulled off her top too. He leaned over her, kissed her lips deeply, then gently parted her legs and moved between them. Geetha, however, stopped him by holding his waist. He looked at her, a question in his eyes.

"Safety..." she whispered shyly.

With a small smile, Gautam rose, retrieved a packet from the desk, tore it open, and returned to the bed. He quickly put it on, then, with eager anticipation, pushed into her.

"Mmm..." Geetha breathed, her hands gripping Gautam's shoulders.

"Ha... Geetha," Gautam murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.

"Mmm," she responded, pulling him into a tight embrace. He began.


He collapsed onto the bed, within 2 minutes, intense excitement left him panting. Geetha, her eyes briefly closed, reached for the blanket and pulled it over herself, adjusting her top that had been displaced. She turned to look at him.

Gautham met her gaze, leaned in, and kissed her forehead. She returned the kiss. Just then, his phone rang, a summons to work. He rose and began to dress.

"Where are you going?" Geetha asked, her voice laced with surprise.

"To the office," Gautham replied.

Geetha's face fell. She tied the drawstring of her churidar, then rose and knelt on the bed. "What? Didn't you take leave?"

"Yeah..." he murmured.

"What is this, darling?" she pressed, a touch of hurt in her tone. "I've barely been here an hour, and you're already leaving?"

Gautham sat back on the bed, pulling her close. "I'll take leave tomorrow."

"I thought you'd stay a bit longer now," she confessed.

"I'll be with you tonight," he promised.

She pouted, turning her face away in a silent protest. "Hmm..."

"Go to sleep for a bit; I'll be back," Gautham cajoled. "Everything's in the fridge, so cook something. I'll eat there."

Geetha held his hand. "What time will you be back?"

"Seven," he said.

"Okay."

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. "Don't sulk, my dear; I'll be with you all day tomorrow.”

"Hmm, okay," she conceded, the pout softening.

After Gautham left, Geetha surveyed the flat, tidied a few things, and then bathed. She cooked, called her parents, and spoke with them, filling the hours until Gautham returned around 8 PM. By the time he'd freshened up and eaten, the night had passed. Gautham looked tired. They went to sleep.


The next day, he took Geetha to Abu Dhabi, convincing her to wear a modern dress. They explored the city, spending the entire day in joyful discovery. Geetha bought several things she liked, including some Western clothes. As the day concluded, they returned to their building and entered the elevator. Geetha, self-conscious in her short, cream-colored dress, stood close to Gautham, her hand in his.

Back in the flat, Geetha leaned back on the sofa. Gautham approached, embracing her passionately. She pushed him away, hitting his chest lightly, and turned her back. He hugged her from behind.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Don't you know?" she retorted. "You insisted I take this dress when I said no. I tried it on, and you dragged me out like this. Look how it is, my thighs showing. I was so embarrassed to be out like that in public."

"If you were going to be annoyed, I would have said no if you'd told me beforehand," Gautham countered, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Well, you liked it, didn't you?" she challenged.

"So what's with the anger then?"

"It's fine in front of you, but how can I be like this outside, tell me?"

"Okay, it's over, just let it go..." he murmured, bending to kiss her cheeks.

Geetha eagerly met his lips. As they kissed, Gautham took hold of the hem of her dress beneath her thighs, lifted it, and leaned her back onto the sofa.

As he kissed her neck, Geetha grabbed his shirt by the shoulders and yanked, sending two buttons flying. Gautham laughed, untied the string at the front of her dress, pulled the neckline aside, unhooked her bra, and kissed her milky-white breasts. Geetha shivered, a soft "Ahh..." catching in her throat.

"I wanted to see such a beautiful woman in a dress like this, darling," Gautham whispered, caressing her breasts, his fingers stroking her hair.

"Ahh... your wish, darling," Geetha sighed, "I told you it's only in front of you."

Gautham unzipped his pants and let them drop. He pulled off Geetha's panties. Geetha reached down, slipped her hand into Gautham's underwear, and took hold of his manhood. It was a new gesture for her, and Gautham looked at her with surprise, a mix of novelty and desire in his eyes. He kissed her forehead.

"What's this new?" he asked.

"Hmm... Do you like it?"

"Would anything you do not please me, my darling?" he said, as he pulled off his underwear and lifted Geetha's dress to her shoulders, positioning himself between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him, and gazed at him with desire. Their lips met in a deep, hungry kiss.

Gautham, his eagerness palpable, took a condom from his pocket and put it on. As he tried to enter her, Geetha held his manhood with her delicate fingers, teasing it, then welcomed the gardener into her garden. Gautham penetrated, and it began.

"Hmm..." Geetha moaned.

"Ha..." Gautham exhaled.

"Slowly..."

"Ha..."

With both her legs on the sofa, he leaned over her, thrusting, and she wrapped her legs around him, moaning.

"Uff... I couldn't pay proper attention to you when we were home, could I?" Gautham murmured between thrusts.

"Hmm... Don't think like that, don't I understand?"

"H... I know, Geetha, my wife needs it every day, your cunt needs to be fucked daily"

"Hmm... That's why you even video call to see."

"Ha... Oh, I'm so lucky to have found you. You're incredibly lustful today."

"Hmm... That's why this happened as soon as I came."

Gautham, excited by Geetha's touch, moved rapidly and, just like the previous day, finished in less than two minutes. Geetha blissfully kissed him, then hugged him with a touch of sadness, and closed her eyes.

Geetha with respect in their bond, satisfies with the love her husband. However the lust of her pussy, never found fullness with him.

-

The next two days unfolded with an ordinary rhythm, until Geetha finally returned home. 


A cab dropped her off, and as the gate creaked open, Swaroopa's face appeared from an upstairs window, offering a warm greeting. Evening had settled, and Sri was nowhere to be seen. When Geetha inquired, Swaroopa mentioned he was on a trip to Karnataka. 

Exhausted from her conversation with Gautam, Geetha decided against cooking, opting instead to order food, which she ate wearily.

The following morning, as she made her slow way to college, Bharath appeared beside her, having run to catch up.

"Good morning, Miss," he chirped, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her.

"Good morning," Geetha replied.

"Did you just get back yesterday?" he asked, eagerness in his voice.

"Yes…"

"Did you have a lot of fun?”

Geetha glanced at the college, a hint of annoyance in her expression. "Uh!" she mumbled.

"Did Gautam Sir kiss you when he saw you?" Bharath pressed.

"Hey, what is this?" Geetha interjected, a blush rising. "Let's talk in the evening, it's getting late, come on."

Later, as Geetha taught, Bharath leaned on his bench, propped his head on one hand, and stared intently at her lips and neck. Her yellow saree, a touch transparent, revealed the faint outline of her white bra through the equally sheer yellow blouse as she wrote on the board. Harish and Bharath exchanged glances, imagining how exquisite she would appear without the blouse if it looked so captivating through the fabric.

"Dude, look at that neck, how beautiful it is," Harish whispered.

"Hmm…" Bharath hummed in agreement.

"If I kissed her on that back…"

"Hmmm," Bharath echoed, a low murmur.

"How is her husband staying in Dubai, leaving her here, man?" Harish wondered aloud.

"Right, that's what I think," Bharath agreed.

"Look at those lips, umm… if I kissed them…"

"I'd devour them," Bharath confessed.

"What's so good about today?" Harish sighed.

"Right?"

Geetha moved a little closer, standing in front of the table, and their gaze dropped to her feet.

"Imagine how white would be her legs, and her thighs, oh, we probably can't handle them," Harish mused.

"Hmmm…" Bharath's internal smile widened. Harish had no idea Bharath was taking tuition from Geetha. He thought about Harish's reaction if he were to reveal that he had touched her feet, had almost kissed them.

Geetha taught only two problems before stopping, lost in thought. "Vandana, keep an eye on the class," Geetha instructed, leaving Vandana in charge before exiting. She didn't return, leaving both boys wondering why she had suddenly departed. Geetha felt overwhelmingly tired, a dull ache throbbing in her head – a lingering effect of the flight journey. She spent the entire afternoon in the staff room. In the evening, she returned home.

With nothing pressing to do, she indulged in a warm bath, changed into a different saree—she wasn't one for nighties—and settled in the hall. She considered calling Bharath to tell him not to come for tuition, but just as she reached for her phone, he arrived. He rushed inside, sat next to her, and anxiously clutched her hand, looking flustered.

"Miss, what happened? Why did you leave like that? Is everything alright? Ramya Miss said you had a headache?" he rattled off, his voice laced with concern.

Geetha's affection for him swelled at his sad inquiry. She patted his head gently, a soft smile gracing her lips, and stroked his hair. "Nothing happened, I'm just a little tired, Bharath."

"Oh no, did you drink tea? Should I make some, Miss?" he offered earnestly.

"No, I already had some."

"Miss, you don't have a fever, do you?”

"Oh no, why would you think that? Nothing happened, it's just the weather."

"Hmm…"

"Actually, I was about to call you to tell you not to come today."

"Why, Miss? I'll do any work you tell me to today," he insisted.

"No need. Go home and study."

"Miss, I don't feel like studying at home."

"Okay, study here. I'll lie down for a while. If anyone comes, tell them, okay?"

"Of course, Miss."

Geetha went to the bedroom and lay down. Bharath pulled out his book, but his mind was entirely on Geetha. After some time, he peeked towards her room.

Geetha, dbangd in a thin green saree, slept soundly, her face turned towards him. One hand rested on the pillow, the other pressed unmoving into the mattress. The pallu of her saree dbangd across her milky waist, revealing it up to her navel, though the navel itself was obscured by the neatly tied pleats. Her forelocks had fallen forward, lightly brushing her nose and lips.



Bharath bent down, his gaze traveling from her head to her toes. The saree had ridden up slightly near her feet, exposing the delicate curve of her white legs. They appeared freshly bathed and glistening, her feet devoid of dust or wrinkles, like sculpted marble.

He couldn't resist. He went and sat at Geetha's feet, gently massaging her left leg. Geetha stirred, waking to find Bharath kneading her calf.

"Hey, Bharath, no, go study," she murmured, surprised.

"No, Miss… you have leg pain, you're not telling me," he insisted, his face falling sadly.

"It's okay, no need, go."

Bharath’s face dropped further. "Miss, it's nothing, let me massage. It will feel good for you. Sir asked me to help you if you had any trouble."

Geetha sat up. "But I don't like getting my legs massaged by someone else."

"Lie down, Miss, it's nothing, you'll feel lighter…" he said, and without further prompting, he began pressing below Geetha's right knee.

As he massaged, a pleasant sensation spread through Geetha. She lay back down on the bed without a word. Bharath softly pressed and stroked the flesh under her knee through the saree with his fingers. Geetha felt a good sensation. He moved to her left leg. As he massaged, he once squeezed the thigh fat above her knee. Geetha shivered.

"Shh… Bharath, massage only below the knee, don't go above, okay?" she whispered.

"Okay, Miss."

He continued to massage below her knee as instructed. After a few minutes, Geetha felt a profound sense of relief, drifting into a comfortable sleep. Bharath continued his gentle massage, then moved down to her feet, taking her right foot into his hand and beginning to massage her toes, just as he had that day. This felt even more pleasurable to Geetha. She lay on her back, entrusting both her feet to Bharath. As he gently massaged them, her nerves relaxed. Bharath looked at Geetha's face, a faint smile playing on her lips. Geetha looked back at him.

"Your feet are so soft, Miss."

"That's what you always say."

"Yes… it's true, Miss."

"Stop, you'll say you want to kiss them again."

Bharath gently scbangd between Geetha's toes with his fingers and pulled them, sending a tingle through her entire body. "Even if I say it, would you let me kiss them?" He rubbed the soles of her big toes with his two thumbs. Geetha felt even more relieved.

"Do you really kiss feet like that?"

Bharath, without stopping, lifted Geetha's right foot and answered by pressing his lips to her big toe. A strange intoxication spread from that toe, up to Geetha's head. Before her very eyes, a boy had kissed her big toe. The thought that Gautam had never done anything like that ignited a new, unfamiliar desire within her.

"No, Bharath, there will be dust," she murmured weakly.

"You just bathed so neatly. There's no dust, Miss," he replied, and kissed her again as he spoke.

"Sss… No, Bharath, that's enough."

He brought her sole to his face, kissed her heel, and his nose rubbed against the arch of her sole, tickling her. Geetha squirmed, unable to speak. "Huh…"

He kissed her big toe again, covering half of it with his lips, taking it into his mouth. 

Geetha felt his saliva and opened her eyes, surprised. She tried to pull back, but Bharath held on firmly, licking her big toe in the folds with his tongue. A surge of heat coursed through Geetha. She stopped pulling her leg and left it there. Noticing that Geetha's leg had become still, he began to suck on her big toe.

"Mmm… Miss, your feet are so delicate."

"But that's not good, Bharath," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He pressed her ankle with two fingers and kissed the fleshy part under her big toe. 

Geetha felt aroused. She closed her eyes, swallowed her saliva, and relaxed. 

He put her right ring toe in his mouth and licked it. 

On one hand, Geetha felt ticklish, but on the other, she was giving in to her desire. She began to abandon the thought of stopping Bharath.

Since her leg was raised, her saree had slipped back a little, revealing the part of her leg a few inches below her knee. 

He reached down and stroked her delicate skin there with his fingers. 

Geetha swayed even more. 

He changed toes, licking and kissing each one, and then did the same to her left leg. He also kissed and squeezed the top of her foot.

"Miss, did you like it?"

"Yes…"

"If you agree, for a little longer…"

"Hmm…"

And then he started sucking and licking her left big toe with his lips again. 

Geetha liked it, closed her eyes, and moaned to herself in desire. 

Bharath's excitement grew as he saw the lustful expressions on Geetha's face. He was devouring Geetha's beloved feet to his heart's content. 

Geetha opened her eyes again. As Bharath took her toes out of his mouth, his lower lip and Geetha's toes were connected by saliva. Geetha was surprised to see it, but she started to strangely like it.

He kissed her foot and tried to go higher, kissing her leg. 

Geetha moved her leg. He stopped. 

Bharath's pants looked swollen. Seeing that, Geetha's body began to tingle. 

Thinking, "Why am I accepting like this?" in confusion, she suddenly stopped Bharath.


"Bharath, that's enough. It's okay."

"Okay, Miss, I'll massage your legs."

"No, nothing. Can you bring some water?"

He looked at Geetha longingly and went to the kitchen as she asked. Geetha understood from his gaze that Bharath had done it intentionally. And Bharath also got his answer that she had allowed it for so long because she liked it. He brought the water.

"Miss, can I sit next to you?"

"Why do you ask like that? Sit."

He sat with one leg on the floor and the other resting on the bed. He looked into Geetha's eyes longingly. "Harish said you looked very good in that yellow saree today, Miss."

"Oh, Harish said that? Didn't you think so?"

"I did."

"You both were staring at me in class, I know. Did you even listen to what I taught today?"

"Sorry, Miss."

"I'm your teacher? Would you look at me like that? Just now, I asked something, and you kissed my feet."

"But Miss, you are so beautiful, I don't know, I just want to look at you like that."

She held his hand and pulled him closer. As Geetha looked into Bharath's eyes with her longing gaze and spoke so close, he felt intoxicated. "Am I really that beautiful?"

"Why do you ask again, Miss? I've been telling you for a long time."

As he spoke, she held Bharath's face. He froze, looking into her eyes. Geetha brought her face even closer. "Thanks, dear."

"For what, Miss?"

"If you hadn't come today, it would have felt very empty, dear. You stayed here for me and helped me with small things."

"Oh, Miss, you teach me tuition. Anil Sir even said recently that I'm studying well now. It's all because of you, Miss."

"Hmm…" But Geetha's eyes seemed a little sad.

"What happened, Miss? What are you thinking about?"

"Bharath, you must study well, okay? Don't look at me in class, listen to the lesson."

"No, Miss, I'll listen."

"Go, bring your books here and study. I'll watch."

Geetha also took her phone and passed the time while Bharath sat beside her and studied. 

The night passed in conversation with Gautam.


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The next day at college, she arrived cheerfully. She was informed she had to take two more periods. She agreed and went to the tenth grade. As she stepped into the classroom, Bharath wasn't looking at Geetha. She smiled, wondering if he was acting like that because of what she had said yesterday. She started the lesson. 

How long could he avoid looking? As soon as Geetha turned away, he looked. As usual, he was scanning her from head to toe. Feeling like his gaze was piercing her back, she suddenly turned and looked at Bharath. He lowered his face. She turned back to the board and smiled herself mischievously.

After class, Geetha went to the staff room for water. They hadn't told the students yet that Geetha had another period. Harish saw Geetha's handbag on the table and thought she had forgotten it.

"Hey, Miss forgot her bag, I'll go give it to her."

Bharath saw this as an opportunity to meet Geetha. "I'll go give it to her." 

He immediately got up, took the bag from the table, and hurried to the eighth grade. When he found Geetha wasn't there, he assumed she would be in the staff room and went that way.

In the staff room, the water refrigerator was next to the door. Geetha drank water and, in a hurry because of class time, moved out. Bharath walked quickly, swinging into the room with the bag in his right hand and holding the doorframe with his left. 

At that very moment, Geetha was stepping out. She didn't notice Bharath's arrival. And just like that, they suddenly faced each other. As Bharath suddenly came towards her, Geetha flinched and opened her mouth with a slight fear. Bharath couldn't stop his feet, bumped into Geetha, and their faces came close to each other. His lower lip got directly stuck between Geetha's pursed, rose-petal lips.

A lightning bolt struck both their bodies. 

Geetha widened her eyes in surprise and closed her mouth. Bharath's lower lip was gently squeezed between her lips. Bharath also brought both of them closer.

 In fear, Geetha pulled her head back. Her upper lip stretched under Bharath's grip and then released. 

Bharath, shaking from what had happened in a blink of an eye, broke into a fearful sweat. He let go of the bag and left.

Geetha was frozen in complete surprise. Her heart pounded, her body suddenly warmed, her lips trembled. She stepped back and sat on a chair. She looked around; there was no one there. She picked up the bag lying near the door, took out a handkerchief, wiped her forehead, took a deep breath, and then got up and left.

When she went into the classroom, Bharath was trembling, biting his nails, looking down. 

Geetha, however, still had what happened playing in her mind and felt embarrassed every time she looked at Bharath. Somehow, that class passed, with that heavy tension.
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Geeta arrived home, the recent encounter replaying in her mind. She splashed some water on her face, and as she busied herself making tea in the kitchen, the memory persisted. She recalled the abrupt collision with Bharat, the startling sensation of another man's lips entwined with her own cold ones, the touch that ignited a thrilling spark within her. A blush bloomed on her cheeks, and a radiant smile lit up her face.

Just yesterday, Bharat had kissed her feet, a gesture she had found surprisingly enjoyable. Today's kiss, however, deepened her shyness and intensified her thoughts of him.

Meanwhile, Bharat was consumed by terror. He feared Geeta would believe the kiss was deliberate, despite his earlier warnings in class not to look at him or harbor such thoughts. He felt unjustly accused for what had happened yesterday. Overwhelmed by this apprehension, he found himself at Geeta's doorstep, standing silently, anxious about how to face her.

Noticing his presence, Geeta called out, "Come inside, why are you standing there?"

He immediately rushed to her, nervously grasping her hands, his head bowed, a torrent of apologies spilling from his lips. "Miss, I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't do it on purpose. I came to give you your bag which you forgot. It's true, Miss."

To her knowledge, Bharath is indeed a teenager with no bad intentions.

Geeta suppressed a laugh. She ran her fingers through his hair, gently tilting his head back to lift his face. "It's okay, Bharat, I know you didn't do it on purpose. I won't say anything, alright?"

"You're not angry? Really?" he asked, disbelief in his voice.

"I was, but it was an accident, so it's fine," she reassured him.

All his fear dissipated. A smile broke across his face, and he sat beside Geeta.

"Naughty fellow..." Geeta teased playfully, "why are you so impulsive?"

"Sorry, Miss," he mumbled.

"Hmm...." she hummed.

He retrieved his books and began his science homework, diligently writing, not once looking at Geeta. She assumed he was still scared. She moved closer, placing her left arm around his shoulders.

"Why aren't you looking at me today, you naughty fellow?" she inquired softly.

"You told me not to, Miss," he replied.

"Just because I said no, doesn't mean you don't want to look?"

"I do..."

Geeta gently held Bharat's chin, turning his face towards her. He looked at her, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Bharat, I'm going to ask you something, don't tell anyone," she whispered.

"No, Miss, if you say no, I definitely won't. What is it?" he promised earnestly.

"Really, can I trust you?" she pressed.

"Absolutely, Miss. Anything for you. Trust me," he affirmed.

"Bharat, I really liked what you did yesterday. Will you do it again today? Gautam never did that either."

He was visibly surprised, a sparkle appearing in his eyes as he smiled. "Miss...."

"But only my feet, okay?" she clarified.

"Hmm," he agreed.

"It's wrong to let you massage my feet, but you don't mind, do you?"

"No, Miss, I really like doing this."

"It's not like that, what if someone finds out or sees us, they'll think I'm making a child do all sorts of works instead of teaching."

"Miss, trust me, I won't tell anyone. I really don't want you to get a bad name." As he spoke, he gently squeezed her left calf below the knee. He then knelt, taking her feet in his hands, lifted them, and kissed the little toe of her left foot.

Geeta's senses reawakened. He watched her as he sucked on her little toe. As Bharat watched and sucked, his lips encompassing her toe, the toe writhing between his lips and tongue, Geeta felt an intense craving. She wondered how much he would devour her lips if he was doing this to her toes.

Bharat sucked on each of her toes, like sucking on peppermint, gently gnawing them with his lips and then licking them. "Umm.... Miss, your feet are so smooth, that's why I feel like licking them like this. Umm....."

"Is..... Bharat, I like it when you do that," she murmured.

He kissed the sole of her foot, then grazed the tip of his tongue in the arch. Geeta felt a delightful tickle. He kissed the spot, then pressed the sole of her foot against his face, before placing his lips on her heel and sucking on her smooth skin.

Geeta's body tingled, a thrill spreading through her thighs.

As he sucked on each toe, minute by minute, saliva accumulated, creating a "puch puch" bubbling sound. She closed her eyes with pleasure, listening to the sound, wiggling her toes, pulling them out of Bharat's mouth, only for him to follow, recapture, and kiss them again and again. She found it amusing to tease him like this. He moved up her foot, kissing and licking up to her ankle.

"Ah...." a soft groan escaped her lips.

Licking, he moved higher, nudging Geeta's saree up a little more with his nose, kissing as he went. Geeta said nothing, her eyes closed, leaning back against the sofa, moaning softly.

Taking advantage of her acquiescence, he pulled Geeta's saree up to below her knee. Her legs appeared white and soft, like butter. Bharat's mouth watered at the sight.

He kissed below the edge of the saree. 

Geeta felt a tingling sensation and groaned, "Mmm."

He came to the edge of her foot, rested his cool, saliva-laden tongue there, and began licking upwards with the tip. As his tongue touched her skin, she felt a tingling sensation and twisted slightly.

"Ah... Don't do that, Mmm," she whispered.

Bharat held her leg and continued licking up to the edge of her saree below the knee. 

Immediately, Geeta put her hand in Bharat's hair, stopping him.

He pulled back and kissed her fingers with a wide smile.

Geeta turned her face away in shyness, smiling contentedly. Only when she saw the books nearby did she remember the passing time and Bharat's need to study.

"Bharat, that's enough, it's getting late, you should study," she instructed.

He was currently sucking Geeta's right big toe, nodding vertically. She pulled her leg back.

"Ah!..... Miss, a little more please," he pleaded.

He took it again, resuming his licking. Geeta, meanwhile, found herself wanting more the more he licked.

"Is.... that's enough," she reiterated.

He licked, shaking his head horizontally this time.

"Okay, I'll let you do it tomorrow too, let go," she conceded.

He was surprised, his mouth opening slightly. "Umm, really?"

Geeta had spoken too soon, she realized, and now there was no turning back. "Yes... that's enough for now."

He released her foot and sat next to her. "Miss, did you really like doing this?"

"Hmm.... But why did you lift my saree? I told you not to, didn't I?" she chided gently.

"I won't do it again, Miss, forgive me," he promised.

"You won't tell anyone that I'm letting you do this, will you?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

"I won't tell if you let me do it tomorrow too," he retorted cheekily.

Geeta playfully slapped him on the head. "Naughty fellow, what if I don't?"

"Please, please, Miss, don't say that. Besides, who would I tell, and who would ask me?" he pleaded.

"Hmm, alright," she conceded with a smile.

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[Haran000]

Two days later, the college gates beckoned, and Geetha stepped inside, her thoughts already on the day's lessons. Just then, Bharath appeared, a rose held somewhat secretively in his hand. He offered it to her, and she accepted it with a quiet thank you, tucking the bloom into her braid.

"I'm giving a test today," Geetha announced, a playful warning in her voice. "If you don't do well, I'll deal with you in the evening."

Bharath grinned. "Okay, Miss. I'll do well; you made me study yesterday, right?"

"Hmm..." Geetha hummed, her expression unreadable. Their conversation was cut short as Harish approached from the other side, prompting Bharath to duck into the classroom.


Later, during the fourth period, Geetha entered the classroom. She announced a twenty-five-mark test, then turned to the board, writing five math problems for them to solve. As the room filled with the scratch of pens, Geetha patrolled the aisles, her gaze sweeping over the rows of benches.

Bharath, from his position in the 3rd row, seemed to be making his way through the problems. But as Geetha walked past him, moving from the front of the class to the back, he paused, leaning his head back ever so slightly. With a subtle movement, almost imperceptible to others, his eyes drifted downwards, lingering on Geetha's figure below her waist. The moment she turned her head towards him, he snapped his focus back to his paper, pen scratching diligently once more.

This silent ritual repeated itself three or four times. Harish, noticing Bharath's wandering attention, nudged him. "Write it down, pervert," he whispered, a hint of exasperation in his voice. 

But Bharath, undeterred, looked again. This time, Geetha caught him. Her eyes widened, a silent, intimidating warning that made him drop his gaze for good.

To further tease him, Geetha moved to stand beside Bharath's desk, resting her hand casually on the bench. Her left side was now next to his head, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin, and as she leaned, the soft curve of her stomach, a smooth buttery bulge below her navel, pressed slightly against the folds of her saree.

Bharath's throat suddenly felt dry. His pupils dilated, drawn to the sight of her elegant waist.

A quiet chuckle escaped Geetha's lips. Playfully, she tapped him on the back of his head with her fingers. "Write properly," she chided, though her tone was light. "Did you even study yesterday?"

Harish laughed, and a ripple of laughter spread through the back benches. They assumed Geetha's playful tap was due to Bharath's supposed struggles with math, perhaps mistaking a plus sign for a minus. Bharath, feigning bewilderment, simply returned to his math problem as Geetha moved on.



That evening, the moment Bharat stepped into Geeta's house, he pulled a book from his bag, settled onto the sofa, and without a word, immersed himself in his social studies. Geeta, meanwhile, prepared two cups of tea, placing one on the teapoy for Bharat before gracefully taking her place beside him, sipping from her own cup. 

Bharat continued to read, pausing only to drink his tea, while Geeta absently scrolled through her phone.

After a quiet interlude, she retrieved the test papers she'd administered earlier that day and began correcting them. 

Occasionally, her gaze drifted to Bharat, who remained diligently engrossed in his book, not once looking up. A silent question formed in her mind: Why is he so quiet today? 

Playfully, she pinched his cheek. He merely turned a page, still absorbed and seemingly sulking, without so much as a flicker of reaction.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she finally prompted.

"I'm not talking to you," Bharat mumbled, his eyes still fixed on the page. "I'm not even coming to tuition anymore."

"Oh, why the sulk?" Geeta teased gently.

"Why did you hit me in class?" he blurted out, a hint of indignation in his voice. "Everyone laughed."

"And I shouldn't hit my student?" Geeta retorted, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You did something wrong, that's why I hit you."

"Even so, I'm not talking to you," he insisted, though his resolve seemed to waver.

"Fine, don't talk," she conceded, a hint of amusement in her tone.

"You made a mistake too," Bharat declared, finally looking up from his book.

"Oh, really? What is it?" she challenged.

"What did you say the other day?"

"Huh? What did I say?" Geeta feigned ignorance.

"You said I could kiss your feet again tomorrow. But it's been two days, and it hasn't happened again."

"Oh, is that why?" A knowing smile touched Geeta's lips. She gently placed her hand on Bharat's arm and turned his face towards her. "But you were studying yesterday and the day before, right? If you did that, it would take up all your time."

"Hmm..." Bharat mumbled, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.

"Anyway, why do you feel like doing that to my feet?" she asked, her voice softer now.

"You said you liked it, Miss."

"Oh, yes..." she murmured, her gaze distant for a moment.

"Just once today too," he pleaded, his eyes earnest.

"No, study," Geeta firmly replied.

"Please, Miss, just once. I'll stop if you tell me to."

"No,  feet are dusty."

"No, they're not!" he protested, pushing himself off the sofa. "You just washed them a while ago. Look how soft they are. Please, Miss."

"Aren't you going to listen?" Geeta asked, though a hint of resignation crept into her voice.

"Just once, then I'll study," he promised.

He knelt down, his small hands gently enclosing her left foot. Geeta watched him in silence. Bharat's fingers, cool to the touch, delicately squeezed her big toe from underneath. Twisting the toe, he firmly massaged the tips of her toes. The sharp edge of her silver toe ring pricked the skin of the adjacent toe.

"Ouch! Gently," Geeta winced softly.

"Sorry, Miss," Bharat whispered, immediately easing his pressure. He then carefully stretched her big toe and middle toe, before bending down and pressing a soft kiss to the toe adorned with the silver ring. A wave of unexpected ecstasy rippled through Geeta.

He brought her little finger to his lips, engulfing it with a soft suck. Geeta, still lost in the moment, offered a faint, blissful smile. He then drew her entire lower lip into his mouth, a tender pull.

"How do you feel doing this, Bharat?" Geeta whispered, her voice laced with a gentle curiosity.

Bharat's eyes met hers, a playful glint within them. "If you don't like it, just say the word, and I'll stop."

A soft laugh escaped her, and she remained silent, her smile widening. He returned the mischievous grin and returned to her hand, licking the delicate fold beneath her thumb. His tongue drifted lower, moving towards the arch of her sole. The unexpected tickle sent a jolt of pleasure through Geeta, her desire intensifying.

One by one, he sucked each of her toes before his cool tongue ascended her foot, tracing a path along the arch. A shiver ran through Geeta's body, and she felt herself melt into the moment. He continued his ascent, past her anklets, and onto her leg.

"Mmm... Bh... Bharat," she murmured, a soft hum of pleasure.

"Did you like it, Miss?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Mmm..." She hummed again, nodding her head in affirmation.

Instead of continuing upwards, his tongue traced a path along the underside of her leg, then retreated, finding her toes once more. He took her little finger into his mouth again, a gentle nip with his front teeth.

"Ah... don't bite," Geeta protested, though her tone lacked any real force.

He began to massage her sole, then turned his attention to her right leg, peppering it with kisses. He kissed her foot, licked her toes, massaged her sole, his fingers walking a sensual path upwards.

Bharat's nails lightly grazed her skin, sending delightful shivers through her. He moved further up, his hands finding the soft flesh behind her lower calves, squeezing firmly. Geeta's body trembled, her eyes closing in pure pleasure as she wiggled her legs.

"Mmm, Miss, don't move," Bharat murmured, his voice a low rumble.

"Mmm..." Geeta responded, her voice a soft sigh.

As his hands continued their journey, her saree subtly lifted, revealing her white legs to just below her knees. He gazed at them before passionately sucking her right toes, occasionally giving them a gentle nip, as if playfully nibbling on ginger.

"Hah... No, Bharat, don't do that," Geeta exclaimed, a breathless protest.

"Sorry, Miss, but I feel like eating your legs," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Crazy," she chuckled.

He bit her little finger harder this time.

"Ah..." Geeta gasped.

"How soft you are, Miss, especially this finger, mmm..." He bit her nail with his teeth, a sensation like an ant bite.

"Hah!" she breathed out.

He bent her feet, showering them with kisses, then moved upwards, his tongue pressing against her skin, continuing its ascent. Geeta watched, her hands instinctively moving to rest near her knees.

He passionately licked the milky white, soft skin of her leg, stopping just as his tongue reached her hands. 

As Geeta squirmed, a playful attempt to push him away, he steadfastly, without retreating, kissed her right knee.

Geeta's body heat intensified. Her fingers found their way into Bharat's hair, stroking it gently before her grip tightened, and she pulled his head up, preventing him from kissing further. Bharat flinched at the pain of his hair being pulled, looking up at her.

Geeta shook her head, a silent 'no.' He looked down, his tongue firmly pressing against the bone below Geeta's left knee, licking upwards with an almost dog-like devotion.

Geeta's nerves tingled, a wave of intense pleasure washing over her. She moaned loudly. "Ah... Mmm..."

As Bharat began to move downwards, she instinctively pulled him back, a silent plea for him to continue licking that spot.

He obliged, licking again. She puckered her lips, swaying slightly, a continuous "Mmm" escaping her.

He kissed that bone, his nose nuzzling the soft flesh around it. Then he lowered his head, burying his face in the hollow behind her knee. 

As his cool tongue danced in that delicate network of nerves, a wave of heat spread through Geeta's thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

She held her breath tightly, pressing both hands into the sofa, lifting her leg further. Bharat's forehead was now almost past the edge of her saree, approaching her thighs. At the same moment, Geeta felt something hard and hot brush against her left toes. Her toes instinctively pressed against it, exploring and massaging it. It was Bharat's glans, nestled between her two toes.

Driven by curiosity, and exhilarated by Bharat's ministrations, Geeta pressed her thumb against his glans, stroking downwards. The skin inside his pajamas slid down slightly, and Bharat felt a dizzying sensation, as if floating.

As he continued to kiss Geeta's leg, he passionately pressed his glans against her toes, swaying back and forth. It was perfectly wedged in Geeta's sole, rubbing against her toes, creating the desired friction.

“Ah…um…,” Bharath let out hot whisper.

A wave of heat washed over Geetha's feet, a raw, tingling sensation as Bharat alternated kissing them. A deep blush crept up her neck, leaving her flustered and a little breathless. "Bharat, that's enough!" she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.

"Why, Miss?" he drawled, his gaze unwavering.

"No, stop, let go!"

He released her feet, and Geetha, with a swift movement, pulled her saree down, covering them, and drew her legs close. 

A damp warmth spread between her thighs, confirming her panties were wet.

Bharat settled on the floor, his eyes fixed on Geetha with an unsettling intensity. "Huh... why did you ask me to stop?"

"That's enough now," she repeated, her voice a little steadier. Yet, despite her best efforts, her gaze kept betraying her, drifting toward Bharat's crotch. He noticed.

He moved closer, sitting beside her, and gently placed his hand on her thigh, giving it a light squeeze. A shiver of pleasure ran through her.

"Miss," he began, his voice a low murmur, "can I see your waist?"

"No, Bharat, you shouldn't ask me that," she replied, a faint tremor in her voice.

"Then why did you come and stand next to me in class?"

Geetha hid her face, stealing a glance at his crotch from the corner of her eye. "That was just for fun."

"Miss, I saw your waist then."

"It's wrong," she countered, her voice firmer. "Didn't I tell you not to look at me like that?"

"If it was wrong, why did you deliberately come next to me? You know I look at you every day. Honestly, Miss, how beautiful your waist is."

"Hmm," Geetha hummed, a strange mix of discomfort and a subtle thrill coursing through her.

"Tell me," he pressed on, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "does Gautam Sir kiss your waist like I kissed your feet?"

The mere thought sent a jolt through Geetha, her thighs clenching involuntarily. Bharat was so close, his breath warm on her neck, his erection throbbing visibly against his pants. "No... he never did that."
Unable to restrain himself, he leaned in, burying his face in her neck. 

Geetha, with a surge of strength, gripped his chin and pushed him away.

"Miss, do you know how intoxicating your scent is... that day when we played hide-and-seek, I went crazy."

"Chi, haven't you forgotten that yet?" she scoffed, though a part of her was intrigued.

"What's there to be disgusted about?"

"I don't know, you have all these crazy, weird thoughts."

"Honestly, Miss, sitting next to you like this and smelling your scent feels so good."

"Stop, Bharat, don't talk like that anymore."

He took her right hand, which had been resting on his face, and to her surprise, brought her index finger to his mouth, sucking on it. Geetha yanked her hand away instantly and, for the second time, slapped his cheek.

He caught the offending palm and kissed it. "Hmm... Miss, if you say you'll hit me with these hands instead of a stick in class, I'll take beating every day."

"Oh really?" Geetha retorted, a playful glint in her eye. "Let's see how many marks you get on Monday, then I'll tell you what I'll do."

"Haha... just watch, this time I'll get more than twenty."

"Oh ho, have you been studying well lately?"

"No, you're teaching me tuition, right?"

"Oh my, you've gotten quite talkative lately."

"Haha…."

"Day after tomorrow is Republica Day," Geetha said, shifting the topic, "and anyway, college is only half-day tomorrow. That's why there's no tuition tomorrow."

"What? No tuition, Miss?" he asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Why, do you want to come and study?" she teased, playfully slapping his cheek again.

"Miss, there's nothing to do at home, I'll come here. If you have any work, tell me, I'll do it."

She pulled her legs up, settling into a cross-legged position. "Anyway, there will be a lot of decoration work at college tomorrow."

He reached out, touching her left foot again, stroking her toes, and gently pulling her pinky toe. Geetha looked at him, a mix of desire and a feigned "no" in her eyes. He slipped his hand under the sole of her foot and squeezed her side, sending another jolt through her.

"Hey... didn't I tell you to stop?"

"How can you be so adorable, Miss?" he purred.

"That's what I'm seeing, your words are getting too much."

"Does Gautam Sir really kiss your waist?" he repeated, his persistence unwavering.

"Ugh, that question again."

"Tell me, Miss."

"He does?"

"Licking?"

"What do you mean by licking?" Geetha asked, a flicker of apprehension in her eyes as he moved even closer, his voice a low, intoxicating whisper.

"Today in class, your waist looked like a butter cake."

"Oh, so?"

"So Miss, can I, just once, your waist..."

Geetha's eyes widened in surprise. She pinched Bharat's bicep hard.

"Aaa... Miss!"

"Idiot, you have no shame asking me that."

"Oh, sorry, sorry, Miss, I just said what I felt, please forgive me."

"If I agree once, oh my, is this why you're coming for tuition?"

"Ah... no, no, Miss."

"Hmm....."

A strange truth settled over Geetha. She found herself enjoying Bharat's bold words, his blatant praise, a feeling that transcended the simple student-teacher dynamic. She secretly relished his compliments. 

The empty evenings, once punctuated by a sense of incompleteness, now felt alive and engaging with Bharat's presence, his flirtatious banter, his daring touches, and her playful resistance.

Just then, Geetha's mother called. 

While Geetha was on the phone, Bharat sat idly, his gaze fixed on her. When she gestured for him to study, threatening him with a look, he reluctantly turned to his books. After her call, Geetha came back and sat down, pinching Bharat's thigh, twisting her fingers into his skin.

"Ow... what's wrong, Miss? It's burning."

"Did you study?"

"Yes..."

"Give it to me, I'll ask you."

"You can ask me tomorrow."

"Oh my, will you study once you go home?"

"Where, Miss? If I try to study, only you come to mind."

She shot him an angry look.

"If you're next to me, so you'll clarify my doubts, right? Haha..." 

Geetha felt a giggle bubble up, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Okay, I'm leaving, Miss."

"Ok."

He slung his bag over his shoulder, and as he reached the door, he turned back, a deliberate smile playing on his lips, his eyes locking with hers.

"What is it?"

"When will the extra class be again, Miss?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Geetha understood he was referring to the kisses. Despite her shyness, she feigned anger, rising from her seat and raising her hand as if to strike him, walking closer. "When? Come here, I'll tell you! You're getting too naughty!"

"Oh no, don't, Miss! Goodnight... Bye..." he quickly said, before turning and darting out the door.

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To be continued…….

[Manikandarajesh]

Super update

[Projectmp]

The level of build up and slow seduction is insane. One of the best narration. Glad you didn't stretched her dubai Trip.

[nallapaiyan2]

Really hot update and i hope the translation is better with the AI and appreciate your effort on updating if the translation is not supported - Keep it up,

[Haran000]

Super update

The level of build up and slow seduction is insane. One of the best narration. Glad you didn't stretched her dubai Trip.

Really hot update and i hope the translation is better with the AI and appreciate your effort on updating if the translation is not supported - Keep it up,

Thank you guys

[Projectmp]

Really excited for next updates. Eagerly waiting for the day when barriers will break between geetha and bharath

[snowy69]

Bro u r awesome...
Please continue with ur writing...its superb..
Waiting for next update...

[Haran000]

Really excited for next updates. Eagerly waiting for the day when barriers will break between geetha and bharath

Bro u r awesome...
Please continue with ur writing...its superb..
Waiting for next update...

Thank you 

[magneticpersonality]

Good update

[Haran000]

Good update

Thank you 

[Haran000]

5. Flirts and Thoughts

Gita, her braid neatly tied, unlatched the door to sweep the morning dust from the stoop.

"Huff… Hi Vadina, how are you?"

Sri's sudden appearance, right in front of her face, made Gita jump. She flinched, then, recognizing him, her heartbeat settled.

"Hey, don't scare me like this first thing in the morning," Gita chided, a hand to her chest. 

"Anyway, when did you arrive?"

"Haha… Last night," Sri chuckled, stepping aside as Gita moved to sweep the yard. He leaned against the gate, watching her.

"Did you enjoy yourselves in Dubai?" he asked. "Didn't you bring anything for me?"

Gita gave a dry laugh. "You didn't ask, did you?"

"Oh, is that all…?" Sri's gaze drifted to her neck. Just then, Vimala emerged from the house, greeting him warmly.

"Hey Sri, where were you this week? Not at home?" Vimala inquired.

"I went on a trip with friends, Auntie," Sri replied.

"You used to be fair, why have you gotten a bit dark?" Vimala observed.

"I don't know, Auntie, we were out in the sun, right? " he shrugged.

"Hmm… You say friends, do you have a girlfriend?" Vimala pressed, a knowing glint in her eye.

"Yes, I do," Sri admitted with a grin.

"Oh, of course, you're handsome," Vimala declared.

"Oh, please, Auntie, I was just kidding," Sri demurred, waving a hand.

"Sri, come on, hot water's ready for your bath," Swaroopa's voice called from inside.

"Yes, Amma, coming," he called back.

After her bath, Gita dbangd herself in a soft pink Chanderi cotton saree. Forsaking her usual braid, she clipped her hair back, combed it neatly, and set off for college. 

Though a few classes had been held that morning, the afternoon decoration work promised to be sparse. Almost all the students had skipped college. Gita had hoped for a good turnout from the ninth and tenth grades, but only three ninth-graders appeared. From tenth grade, just Bharat, Harish, and the twins, Vandana and Chandana, were present.

"What? How is this?" Gita exclaimed, surveying the small group. "Aren't the others coming?"

"No, Miss, everyone said they wouldn't come," Harish explained. "We too thought of leaving."

"Then why didn't you leave?" Gita asked, perplexed.

Bharat, standing beside Harish, snickered.

"Hey, why are you laughing?" Gita demanded.

"Haha… Miss, Anil Sir is here, so how can he leave, no relaxation for child?" Bharat managed between giggles.

Harish glared, annoyed, as Gita, Bharat, and Vandana all burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay, whatever," Gita said, regaining her composure. "First, let's do our class, then the outside work."

Anil entered, carrying a bundle of sticks and a bag of flags. Bharat quickly placed them on the front bench.

"Hey Bharat, you tie these," Anil instructed.

"Sir, why me, what are those ninth-graders doing?" Bharat asked, gesturing towards them.

"Shut up and do what you're told," Anil snapped. "I can't even believe you're here today."

Bharat scowled but took the large flags and began tying them to the sticks. Gita, sitting nearby, chuckled as she cut strips of smaller flags with scissors. Suddenly, she realized she needed glue, and it wasn't in the classroom.

"Harish, there's a glue bottle in the staff room," Gita said. "Go get it."

Harish told Bharat to move aside and picked up some flags. "Hey, go get the glue," he ordered Bharat.

"Idiot, you're telling me to go," Bharat retorted.

"Vandana's here," Harish countered. "You go."

"Oh! She's a topper, you're a topper," Bharat scoffed. "Sit and study today also."

Harish hesitated, a fleeting thought of Vandana sitting next to him crossing his mind. 

Bharat, meanwhile, went to the staff room. As he reached for the glue on a shelf, he heard hushed voices., coming from the right. He tiptoed over and peeked around the corner. 

There, Ganesh was pulling Ramya's saree aside, kissing her neck. Ramya was leaning back on an old bench, clutching Ganesh, moaning softly.

"Haann… I'm scared meeting like this here, Gani…" Ramya whispered.

"Hmm… It's nothing," Ganesh murmured. "There are only a few people. The 9th and 10th graders are busy with decoration work."

Bharat was stunned. Were they doing this because no one else was around in the staff room, in the college? He hid behind the corner. Ganesh pulled Ramya's blouse down, revealing her breast, and began kissing it. The red nipple was starkly visible to Bharat. 

Ganesh kneaded that breast like dough, kissing it deeply.

"Aah…" Ramya gasped.

Seeing that scene, Bharat's pants tightened. 

Ganesh was passionately squeezing Ramya. Ramya, in turn, was sucking Ganesh's lips, letting his hands roam and squeeze her breasts. "Ah… Amma… Hmm… Aah…oh no, Gani, aah… What if someone comes?" she pleaded breathlessly.

"Hey, it's nothing," Ganesh reassured her.

Bharat didn't know what to do. As Ramya's breasts were being squeezed like that, he reached into his own pants and began squeezing himself.


Fifteen minutes had passed, and Gita, having finished cutting, realized Bharat still hadn't returned. Looking up, she saw Harish and Vandana giggling and chatting. Chandana was diligently folding paper flowers.

"Oh Vandana, stop gossiping," Gita called out. "You and your sister, fold those. Harish, Bharat went that way, go check if he's there or not."

Just then, as Bharat watched, Ramya shifted, pulling Ganesh's pants down. She kissed his dick, then took it into her mouth, sucking passionately. Bharat suddenly felt as if someone was coming. He quickly grabbed the glue bottle and hurried out of the staff room. Harish, who had just arrived at the doorway, met him.

"What happened? What were you doing in there?" Harish asked, surprised.

Bharat quickly clamped a hand over Harish's mouth. "Shh… Don't talk. Come, I'll tell you."

After they had walked a short distance, Bharat whispered, "Hey, Computer Sir and Ramya Teacher are in the staff room."

"In the staff room?" Harish's eyes widened.

"She's sucking, man," Bharat stated plainly.

"What?" Harish gasped.

"Yes. I just saw it. That's why I told you to be quiet. He put it in her mouth."

"Aha… A blowjob, huh?" Harish chuckled.

"Yes. The teacher was also passionately letting him squeeze her, he was crushing her boobs like buns."

"Damn, I should have gone when you told me to," Harish lamented.

"Forget all that. What if someone finds out about this?" Bharat worried.

"Don't tell anyone, buddy," Harish advised. "Let's see if they escape. Come on."

"You cunning fellow, if we get caught, they'll beat us up. Come on."

As they both re-entered their classroom, Harish's eyes fell on Vandana. Gita had pulled up a chair and was carving paper flower bunches onto the board. Her saree pallu had slipped an inch between her blossoming chest, revealing her left boob in a round, globular shape. 

Bharat's steps faltered. He stared wide-eyed at Gita's curves and her swan-like waist. Gita looked their way, and he quickly averted his gaze. He looked up again and chuckled. 

Bharat saw Gita chuckling and laughed too. She looked into Bharat's eyes mischievously, smiling, adjusted her saree, and covered that globe.

"Bharat, hold the chair, I need to tie it a little higher," Gita instructed.

"Yes, Miss," he replied, moving to hold the stool on both sides. As he looked up, the pallu slipped aside again. 

In the pink blouse, her curve mesmerised him. As he looked at it with desire, Gita also realized he was looking, and she lifted her heels even higher, tying the thread to the knot above. He was looking at her waist.

 In front of his eyes, Gita's waist stretched like a cobra, and the blouse lifted half an inch, revealing more of her milky clouds waist below her chest. He eagerly swallowed, hoping her navel would appear from the pleats, but it didn't at all.

Gita tied the knot, deliberately watching to see if Bharat was looking, she suddenly took a breath, pulling her navel inward. At that moment, as her waist contracted like a 'sannayi' (traditional trumpet), Bharat's heart pounded. 

Not knowing what to do, feeling awkward, he stammered, "Miss, is it done? There are still a few flags left."

Gita smiled faintly and got down. "Thanks, Bharat."

Bharat had sweat on his forehead, and his breathing quickened. He went and sat on the bench. 

A moment ago, he had seen their escapade there, and as soon as he came here, Gita had drained his energy. His body felt hot, and between his legs, it was tingling. While this was happening, Chandana, who never sat beside him, came and sat down. His legs were trembling.

"Bharat, you draw well, right? What are you planning to draw tomorrow?" Chandana asked.

Gita, taking some more papers in front of the board, looked at them. Chandana was talking to Bharat very closely with a faint smile.

"Uh… Chan…" Bharat's voice faltered. He sat with both legs folded.

"Tell me," Chandana prompted.

"Why is he so stiff when she's asking that?" Vandana teased.

"You know about him, he's a bit shy," Harish chuckled.

As they both laughed, Gita called out. "Vandana, write 'Happy Republic Day' on this board and draw a nice design."

"Miss, ask Bharat to draw it. He draws really well," Chandana interjected.

Bharat felt flustered when Chandana said that.

"Oh, really?" Gita asked, surprised.

"Yes, Miss, Bharat draws super well," Harish affirmed.

"Come, Bharat," Gita invited.

"No, Miss, you just do something," Bharat demurred, shaking his head.

"Hey, go on, why are you like that? Go draw something nice," Harish urged.

Bharat took a deep breath, relaxed his tension, and went to the board.

While everyone was busy with their assigned tasks, Chandana kept watching Bharat drawing on the board. Seeing that, Gita called her.

"Chanduuu…"

She didn't look.

"Hey, girl…"

She still kept watching Bharat drawing, without looking at her own work.

“What is with this girl? They say women fall for artistic men. She's just looking at him,” Gita thought, then lightly tapped her on the back of her head.

Chandana came out of her trance and looked at Gita.

"What are you looking at?" Gita asked. "Look at your work. Pack all those flags."

"I'm doing it, Miss," Chandana mumbled.

In about ten minutes, all the work was quickly done. Meanwhile, Bharat finished his design on the board. Anil also arrived then, to check on the progress of the work.

"Yes, is the class done?" Anil asked.

"Yes, Daddy… Uh! Sir," Harish corrected himself, a blush creeping up his neck.


Gita, Vandana, and Chandana were all amazed, looking at the design Bharat had drawn.

"Wow… Bharat, it's very good," Gita praised.

"Yes, Miss, I told you Bharat draws very well like this," Chandana chimed in.

"Yes, Gita, he doesn't study, but he's good at these things," Anil remarked.

Bharat, beaming, came and stood next to Gita. She put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. "It's really good, dear."

"Thanks, Miss," Bharat said, his chest swelling with pride.

As the decoration work continued, Chandana and Vandana made paper flowers and handed them over to Gita. Anil came again and told Vandana and Chandana to do something else, and they went to another class. Bharat and Harish were arranging the benches. Gita thought she shouldn't bother them with their work and went to the staff room herself to look for a needle and thread to string the flowers.

As Gita was about to open the cupboard, she heard someone moaning. 

“What, are these two doing it again today? Don't they have any shame? 

Curiosity drew her attention that way. Like the other day, she peeped.

Ganesh had Ramya lying on a table by the window, her skirt lifted, and he was thrusting. 

Ramya had her hands on his shoulders, kissing him, and letting him pound into her.

"Aah… Slowly… Mmm…" Ramya gasped.

"Ha… Two minutes, it'll be over," Ganesh grunted.

He pulled Ramya's blouse down, squeezing her left breast while thrusting.

"Aah… Fuck… Hmm… Aah…" Ramya moaned.

He lifted her legs and fucked, slapping her butt cheek with a 'phat' sound. Ramya covered her mouth and groaned. He was fucking her hard on the table.

"Mmm… Mmm…"

Watching them like that, Gita felt herself getting wet. Her nipples hardened. Ganesh increased his speed.

"Haann… Fuck, Gani, hmm… Ahh… Haann… More, squeeze them, mmm…" Ramya pleaded.

Gita was sweating. She remembered how passionately Uday and vimala had fuck in the past, and seeing these two again, her body felt hot. She pushed her hand into the pleats of her saree.

From the other side, Ramya's moans echoed: "Aah, Amma… Aah, more, aah… Fuck!"

Hearing those, her pussy ached even more. But she thought, Why all this for me? and deciding it wouldn't be good if anyone else saw, she returned to the class. 

On the way, the same thoughts churned in her mind. It had been a week since she had been penetrated. Seeing them, her body heated up. Why couldn't she experience pleasure like others? She felt like she was missing something, lost in thought as she walked.

Just then, Anil from upstairs yelled, "Bharat, come up quickly, there's work!" Hearing that, Bharat and Harish were stepping out when Gita, completely oblivious, came in front of the door. 

Suddenly, Bharat and Gita bumped into each other in the doorway.

When Gita's bubbly soft boobs touched Bharat's chest, he felt a soft sensation, and in a fraction of a second, his whole body felt warm with pleasure. His lips were about to touch her face, but she noticed and anxiously put her finger on Bharat's chin to stop him. 

Harish saw it; he was surprised that if she hadn't stopped him, their lips would have met exactly. He stood like a statue, mouth agape. Time seemed to stop for Gita and Bharat.

Gita looked around, saw Harish's flustered face, and immediately pushed Bharat away.

Bharat, scared, scratching his head, stammered, "Excuse me, Miss, I wasn't looking."

"Stupid, why are you coming so fast?" Gita snapped, her voice sharper than intended. She knew it was her fault, but Harish was there, which made her even more uncomfortable. So she deliberately blamed Bharat.

"Miss” Harish explained. “Sir called him,"

"Okay, go," Gita dismissed them.

Gita went inside. Bharat, worried about what had happened and confused that he had angered her by his mistake, went upstairs with Harish. Harish playfully patted his shoulder.

"Hey, you almost kissed the teacher," Harish teased.

"No, man. Oh, God, I'm just worried I troubled her," Bharat protested.

"Stop, stop. Do you think I didn't see? I almost feel like you deliberately took the chance when the Miss was in the way," Harish persisted, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"No, buddy, it happened by mistake," Bharat insisted.

"Really?" Harish drawled.

"Hey, let's forget it, buddy. It won't be good if someone hears us talking," Bharat said, glancing around.

"Yes, man, you're right. Besides, the teacher also got uncomfortable," Harish agreed.

"Hmm," Bharat hummed.

"That's okay. Tell me, how did it feel?" Harish pressed, unable to resist.

"No, man, let's just drop it," Bharat said, shaking his head.

"Tell me, buddy," Harish cajoled.

They climbed the stairs, where other students were present. Seeing them, they stopped talking.

After Gita had seen that in the staff room earlier, and now this had happened, she wondered what would have happened if Bharat had kissed her like last time. Her lips were trembling. Her cheeks reddened. She felt as if she might have kissed Bharat if it had happened that way. She remembered Bharat looking at her intently while she was decorating the board, and she chuckled, rubbing her fingers.

On the college terrace, Bharat and Anil brought out a new steel pole from a room to hoist the flag.

"What happened to the old one, Daddy?" Harish asked Anil.

"It's broken, son. Take this down and keep it in the shade. Ganesh Sir will come. One of you hold it, and one of you, with Sir, tie the string to the flag. Okay?" Anil explained.

"Definitely, Sir," Bharat replied.

As they both held the pole and descended the stairs, Ramya came in front of them. Bharat remembered what he had seen earlier, widened his eyes, looked at Ramya once, and then immediately turned his face away. 

Ramya wondered why he was looking at her like that. She was going to meet Gita.

Ramya came into Gita's classroom. She greeted Gita as if nothing had happened.

"So Gita, are your class's tasks done?" Ramya asked pleasantly.

"Hmm…" Gita responded.

"Let's go outside," Ramya suggested.

Gita debated whether to ask or not, but then decided to. She held Ramya's hand and sat on the bench, asking Ramya to sit down too.

"What's that crazy thing you two were doing again?" Gita asked, her voice low.

"How do you know?" Ramya's eyes widened in surprise.

"I came to the staff room earlier," Gita explained. "Don't you think doing this isn't good?"

"I told you that day itself, didn't I?" Ramya countered defensively.

"Oh, yes, but why here in college?" Gita pressed.

"Then what should I do? We planned to meet in the evening, but how can I escape from home?" Ramya sighed.

"Taking such risks isn't good, Ramya," Gita admonished gently.

"What about you, madam? You went to Dubai and got fucked by your husband for four days and came back. Nothing happens even when my husband is at home," Ramya said, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

Hearing Ramya's words, Gita felt a pang of sadness because nothing of the sort had actually happened. Ramya noticed the sadness on her face.

"What are you thinking? Did you enjoy it or not?" Ramya asked.

"Uh!… I did, I did…" Gita mumbled, flustered.

"Gita, we both came to an understanding," Ramya continued. "He's been asking for three days, what should I do? I really wanted it. That's why, since all of you were busy here, we went over there."

"Hmm," Gita hummed, lost in thought.

"Your husband isn't coming for a few more months, right? How will you be?" Ramya asked, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"How, you mean?" Gita asked, feigning ignorance.

"Exactly, how?" Ramya pressed.

"I don't know…" Gita trailed off.

"Gita, don't you have these thoughts, these desires?" Ramya's voice was a soft prod.

Gita lowered her face, silent for a moment. "Uh…"

"Do they come often?" Ramya probed.

"Often, no, but they come… sometimes," Gita admitted softly.

Ramya placed her hand on Gita's shoulder, squeezing it lightly, and asked, "What do you do?"

"Is all this necessary now?" Gita deflected.

"Hey, tell me," Ramya insisted.

"I do something or the other," Gita replied evasively.

"Does your husband fuck well?" Ramya asked bluntly.

"Chee, don't talk like that," Gita protested, recoiling slightly.

"Acting like a child, tell me," Ramya coaxed.

"Hmm…"

"For how long?"

"For some time, that's all," Gita finally said.

Ramya slowly lowered her hand and lightly squeezed Gita's left boob over saree.

"Uh-huh…" Gita breathed, a small sound escaping her lips.

"Really, Gita, you seem passionate," Ramya observed. "Your husband must be pressing you hard, right? My Ganesh, he won't stop for ten minutes even if I beg him, 'No, darling'. What a thrust he gives, he won't stop for ten minutes. My husband, on the other hand, four minutes at most."

Gita was surprised when she heard "ten minutes." She also remembered Ramya being passionately fucked on the bench when she was watching earlier.

"Yes, I saw it earlier," Gita confessed quietly.

"I'll ask you something, won't you mind?" Ramya asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Hmm," Gita assented.

Ramya laughed. "Ask."

She laughed again.

"What?" Gita asked, growing impatient.

Ramya moved even closer and put her face near Gita's ear. "Do you suck your husband?"

Gita didn't know what she meant; she didn't understand. "Meaning?"

"Do you take it in your mouth and suck it?" Ramya clarified, her voice barely a whisper.

Hearing that, Gita felt disgusted. She moved away. "Ugh, yuck! Who puts that in their mouth?"

"Not even once?" Ramya questioned, surprised.

"No," Gita said firmly.

"I didn't like it at first, but then I did," Ramya admitted. "Ganesh asked me to do it."

"Chee, are you crazy? Do they do that?" Gita exclaimed, incredulous.

"Hey, haven't you seen videos?" Ramya chuckled.

"I have," Gita conceded.

"They do it in those," Ramya pointed out.

"I can't," Gita said, a shudder running through her. Feeling uncomfortable, she walked away from there.

Outside, after Ganesh arrived, Harish held the pole while Bharat provided the string, and Ganesh took it through the hooks and wound it. Bharat and Harish looked at each other once and chuckled. Harish looked at Ganesh, laughing.

"Sir, have you had lunch?" Harish asked innocently.

"We just ate, dear," Ganesh replied, taking the string out of the flag's pin, twisting it, making a ball, and tying a knot. He handed it to Bharat, who took the measurement of the pole and tied a knot at the bottom hook to prevent it from coming undone.

"Did you eat in the staff room, or somewhere outside?" Harish continued, his eyes twinkling.

Bharat couldn't stop his laughter and covered his mouth with his hand, shaking with suppressed mirth.

"Teachers eat in the staff room, Harish," Ganesh said, a slight frown on his face.

"They say lately, they're even eating behind the shelves in the staff room," Harish announced loudly.

Ganesh was suddenly shocked and looked at Harish. 

Bharat couldn't hold back anymore and burst into loud laughter.

"Sorry, Sir, should we leave?" Bharat managed to choke out between laughs.

"How do you know?" Ganesh demanded, his voice tight.

"Sir, if you eat everywhere, won't people find out?" Harish said, a wide grin plastered on his face.

Bharat was laughing even louder now, and the pole he was holding was shaking.

"Don't tell anyone, you boys," Ganesh pleaded, his voice low and urgent.

"If we were going to tell, we would have by now. We won't, Sir," Harish promised, a hint of something unsaid in his tone.

College time went by their chitchats.




The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows as Geetha arrived home. Swaroopa and Vimala were already engrossed in conversation in front of the house. Geetha greeted them warmly, and what was intended as a quick exchange stretched into a leisurely chat, the minutes ticking by unnoticed. Finally, Swaroopa headed upstairs, and shortly after, Vimala departed.

And after having some tea, just as Geetha was settling in, her phone rang. It was Gautam.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice a familiar comfort.

"Drinking tea," Geetha replied, taking a sip.

"It's almost six, so late?" Gautam's surprise was evident.

"Today, when I came home, Swaroopa and Vimala were chatting upstairs, and a lot of time passed," she explained, a hint of a smile in her tone.

"Oh..." Gautam paused. "It would have been good if you had stayed a few more days."

"What happened?" Getha's brow furrowed slightly.

"Just missing you," he admitted, his voice softening.

Geetha chuckled. "Already? You still have to be there for another six months, sir."

"Ah, that's true," he conceded.

"Should I come again next month?" she offered, a playful note in her voice.

"You can't just keep coming, can you?" Gautam laughed.

"Hmm..." Geetha hummed in agreement.

"Mom asked you to come home, will you go?" he inquired, shifting the topic.

"Yes, my mom also asked me to come," Getha confirmed. "Tomorrow is Republic Day, so I have to stay. I'll go next week, but I'm not sure if the college will give leave."

"Shiva told me yesterday," Gautam began, "Sindhu is your senior, right?"

"Yes, she's from my village too. She's two years older than me," Getha replied, surprised by the sudden mention.

"That's what he said. It's a coincidence that my friend and your friend got married, haha," Gautam chuckled, amused by the connection.

"Hmm... Yes," Getha affirmed, the realization dawning on her.

"What did you cook today?" he asked, a typical domestic query.

"In the morning, there was leftover spinach from yesterday, so I took that for lunch to college," Getha recounted. "Now, after coming home, I thought of washing my face and going to the market, but these two took up a lot of time. I have to go now. I was thinking of taking Bharath along if he comes."

"Oh... I completely forgot to ask about him the other day. Is he studying?" Gautam's tone became more serious.

"Yes, he's studying. Quite well," Getha confirmed, a touch of pride in her voice.

"Shiva met him, and after 10th grade, Bharath apparently told Shiva he'd do something," Gautam revealed, a hint of intrigue in his voice.

"Meaning?" Getha pressed, curious.

"Who knows, their universities, researches, we won't understand any of that. It's at a big level. Shiva is going to personally guide our hero," Gautam explained, a note of awe in his voice.

"Really?" Getha was genuinely surprised.

"Yes... He told me yesterday. Didn't Bharath tell you?" Gautam asked.

"No, he didn't," Getha admitted, a little taken aback.

"Maybe he thought why tell everyone when junior college isn't over yet," Gautam mused.

"Hmm..." Getha considered this. "Anyway, does he even have that much 'scene'? He doesn't study properly, does he?"

"Haha... You don't know about Shiva," Gautam laughed, clearly amused. "He'll hit him with a stick and make him study."

"So, am I teaching him with kisses?" Getha retorted playfully, a spark of mock indignation. "I'm also very strict!"

"Haha... Bharath might be scared and not come to tuition, Geetha," Gautam teased back.

"Alright," she conceded, a smile playing on her lips.

"Okay then, I'll call you later," Gautam said, preparing to end the call.

"Okay," Geetha replied.

As she hung up, a fleeting thought crossed her mind, making her wonder why she had impulsively mentioned "kisses." She recalled Bharath's mischievous banter with her and a soft laugh escaped her lips. 

She waited for Bharath for a while, but as the minutes stretched, she concluded he wouldn't be coming and decided to head to the market on her own.

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[Haran000]

The morning of Republic Day found Geetha stepping out, resplendent in a brinjal-colored silk saree, its golden floral designs shimmering with her every movement. 


Just as she opened the gate, Sri, having just finished his run, caught sight of her. His eyes took in her elegant appearance: a violet silk saree with a perfectly matched pink silk blouse, a watch adorning her left wrist, four delicate bangles gracing her right. The saree was meticulously dbangd, neatly pinned at her left shoulder, its pleats tucked in with precision. A delicate gold chain gleamed attractively against her bright, shining neck. What truly caught his eye was the subtle change in her silhouette; her waist, usually showing about half a span on her left side, was now tied higher with the saree pleats, revealing a tantalizing two inches.

They walked towards each other, a sweet, alluring scent of perfume wafting from Geetha. 

In the cool morning air, the fragrance felt like a blissful embrace to Sri.

"Good morning, Vadina," Sri greeted, his voice warm. "Happy Republic Day.”

Geetha chuckled softly. "Ha… Same to you, Sri."

"You look super, Vadina," he continued, a playful glint in his eye. "Be careful, your students might see you and propose with a flower."

A wave of shyness washed over Geetha at his compliment. "Hey…" she chided, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Okay, okay… Bye," Sri said, moving on.

Geetha hurried, reaching the college just as students began to trickle in. By the time the bell rang, the college grounds were abuzz with activity. Teachers meticulously arranged the necessary items on the stage, then gathered near the flag, ready for the ceremony.

As Geetha made her way towards them, a distinct murmur from the tenth-grade classroom caught her attention. She paused, peering inside to see Bharat and Harish wrestling with a large board covered with paper, attempting to place it on a table.

"Bharat, you're still here," she called out, a hint of impatience in her tone. "Come for prayer."

They turned, and a collective gasp seemed to escape them as they beheld Geetha. Both boys were struck by her beauty.

"Ha, we're going, Miss," Harish quickly replied. "Hey, you go put it down, I'll go."

Geetha set her handbag on a nearby shelf. Harish scurried away, leaving Bharat still propping the board. He neatly wrapped its cover, then turned towards Geetha, a slight smile playing on his lips as he leaned forward, standing close beside her.

"What, dear?" Geetha asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"What perfume did you wear today, Miss?" Bharat asked, his voice low, almost a whisper, as he inhaled deeply. "Hmm… it smells very good."

In an instant, her lips curved into a smile, and she laughed shyly. "I thought it was just at home, is it the same here too? Go now.”

"You look very good today, Miss. The saree is very nice." Bharat persisted, his eyes lingering on her.

"Thanks," she replied, a soft flush on her cheeks.

He took a step forward, leaning even closer, bringing his face near her right shoulder. 

Geetha felt a jolt of discomfort as he inhaled her scent, a subtle intimacy she hadn't expected.

"Bh... Bharat, enough, go," she said, her voice a little strained.

"Are you coming, Miss?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.

"I'll come, go.”

"Miss, I'll come home this evening, let's play hide-and-seek."

Geetha, caught off guard by his audaciousness, playfully slapped Bharat's left cheek near her shoulder with three fingers. "Naughty fellow, I'll give you a punishment. Didn't I tell you to go?"

Bharat laughed, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and finally went outside.

Soon, all the children stood in neat rows for prayer, and the ceremony commenced. The flag was hoisted, the resonant notes of "Jana Gana Mana" filled the air, and the principal offered flowers to the revered photos of Freedom fighters. Then came the usual annual sermon, which the children endured with reluctant claps, their minds fixated on the promise of sweets. An hour and a half slowly passed in this manner.

Next, some students showcased their talents, singing songs and performing dances. A drawing competition engaged children from third to sixth grade, while essay competitions challenged those from sixth to tenth. Vandana proudly claimed first prize in the essay competition, with Vishal, a ninth-grader, securing second. In between, a few teachers also shared their thoughts.

As everyone sat below, the teachers occupied the front rows—men in one, women in another. Geetha stood prominently in front of the tenth graders, and Bharat's gaze remained fixed on her.

From behind, her braid cascaded down her back, her high buttocks just below, and her waist, visible about a span above them. High heels accentuated her posture. Seeing her white feet, a private smile touched his lips as he recalled their earlier encounter. As his gaze drifted upwards, he noticed that one of the four hooks of her blouse, on her back, was undone. He pondered how to discreetly inform her. Chandana was next to him. He wanted to call her, yet felt a surge of shyness about talking to girls. Still, the thought that someone else might see Geetha's undone hook where he had seen it compelled him. He called Chandana in a low voice.

"Chandana…"

She turned, nodding inquisitively. He gestured towards Geetha, subtly pointing her out. 

Chandana looked, then, still confused, asked again what he meant.

"Look at Miss's saree."

It was then that Chandana noticed Geetha's undone hook.

"Go tell her," Bharat urged.

She slowly rose, approached Geetha, and whispered the information. Bharat watched intently. Both women then disappeared into a nearby classroom.

"Thanks, Chandana," Geetha said gratefully.

"Bharat told me, Miss," Chandana replied.

"Hmm…" Geetha mused, a silent thought passing through her mind: This fellow is always watching me, naughty fellow.

Chandana returned and sat down. Bharat offered a slight, knowing smile. Chandana, looking annoyed, gestured towards the stage, as if to say, Look that way.

Geetha, despite her initial annoyance, found herself liking that Bharat, even while watching her, hadn't left her back exposed. Instead, he had discreetly told Chandana, allowing her to fix it. She thought he was a good boy, even if he couldn't take his eyes off her. She also smiled to herself, acknowledging his shyness in not telling her directly and sending Chandana instead.

Meanwhile, Bharat's thoughts were far from innocent. He imagined the firmness of Geetha's chest with her hook undone, the tautness of her breasts pressed within that tight blouse, and how much more tempting her cleavage, which already looked beautiful in a salwar without the pallu, would be in this saree. A wave of heat surged through him, a burning sensation igniting below.

Finally, Anil took the stage and called out for Bharat. 

Geetha watched. 

Bharat went and spoke to Anil, then, with Harish, went into the tenth-grade classroom and retrieved the board they had propped on the table earlier. Anil spoke into the microphone.

"When he was in 8th grade, Bharat brought a beautiful nature scenery painting. This time too, he brought another painting. If it's good, our Principal Sir will give him another prize this time too. Bharat, show it." Anil announced.

They set the board on a small table, Harish on the right and Bharat on the left, as they unwrapped the paper cover. Once they moved aside, the painting was revealed to all. 

Bharat, shy, kept his head bowed.

Everyone was amazed. Geetha's gaze first went to Bharat, noting his blush and bowed head. She smiled, then looked at the painting. It was a stunning depiction of a beautiful woman, seated, engrossed in a book—a truly wonderful piece of art. Her pupils widened, she looked more closely, and then a flicker of suspicion crossed her face. She looked directly at Bharat; he immediately turned his face away.

Praise erupted from the crowd. 

The Principal, a connoisseur of art, admired paintings and painters even more.  He lauded Bharat profusely and embraced him. The program concluded, and everyone dispersed to their respective classes.

Each student received packets of boondi and a sweet. Harish, ever opportunistic, snagged an extra one near Geetha. Geetha, with a soft smile, gave him another to give to Bharat. After everything settled, Bharat, Harish, Chandana, and Vandana found themselves in the classroom, just as they had been yesterday.

It was almost half-past eleven. Bharat contemplated telling Geetha he was leaving. While the four of them lingered in the classroom, Vandana broke the silence.

"Hari, shall we go somewhere?"

"Meaning?" Harish asked.

"Let's have ice cream."

"Let's go," Harish agreed readily.

Vandana, Harish, and Chandana headed out together, asking Bharat to join them. Bharat, however, declined.

"Hey, come on?" Harish urged.

"I don't have money," Bharat replied, a hint of resignation in his voice.

Chandana laughed, came closer, and playfully pulled Bharat by the hand. "You go," Bharat insisted.

"Sister will give you, come on," Chandana countered, her grip firm.

The four walked to the bakery together. Bharat glanced back, catching sight of Geetha heading home. He wished he could go with her, but since his friends were there, he didn't mind. Bharat quickened his pace for a short distance, Chandana walking closely behind him, while Harish and Vandana strolled together.

"Your sister has been saying 'Bharat, Bharat' since the other day," Harish commented to Vandana.

"I don't know anything," Vandana replied evasively.

"She never used to talk to him, right?"

"Hmm… yes, Bharat is studying now, it's not like before."

"Ha," Harish agreed.

"He's a year older than us, right?" Vandana inquired.

"Yes."

Chandana turned to Bharat. "Are you coming for vacation next week?"

"I don't know, Chandana," Bharat confessed. "They said the fees are two thousand rupees, I don't know if my parents will give it or not."

"So you're not coming?"

"I don't know, Chandana."

"Don't keep saying Chandana, be free."

"Okay."

"You could come, right? Then there will be exams again, just studying."

Bharat wondered why Chandana was being so familiar with him. They continued walking. 

He looked back again to see Harish and Vandana deep in conversation.

"Say something?" Chandana prompted him.

"What should I say?"

"Anything."

"You say something."

Just then, Harish entered the bakery and called them inside.  Chandana’s conversation paused.

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In the evening, as Geetha chatted with Vimala, Bharat arrived wearing shorts. He greeted Geetha with a polite "good evening" and went inside the house. Geetha finished her conversation with Vimala and followed him indoors.

"Didn't I tell you not to come wearing shorts?" Geetha chided playfully.

"Sorry, Miss, Mom didn't wash my pants today," Bharat replied sheepishly.

Geetha still wore the same beautiful silk saree, as enchanting as she had been that morning. "Okay, wait," she said, and went into the kitchen. Unlike in the morning, her lower back was now visible, and Bharat found himself staring at it. He followed her.

"Miss, are you making tea?" Bharat asked.

"Ha, Bharat, I have a bit of a headache," Geetha replied, her voice soft.

"Oh no, why, Miss?"

"I don't know, I slept a bit earlier but it didn't subside."

He considered standing next to Geetha, but given her headache, he decided against it and returned to sit on the sofa.

Geetha brought the tea, and he took his cup. As she drank, his gaze was drawn to her lips. 

The tea foam clung to the edge of her lips, and as Geetha delicately took it in with her tongue, Bharat felt an even deeper intoxication.

"Miss, you said you'd give me a punishment," Bharat ventured, breaking the comfortable silence.

"For what?" Geetha asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"That… in class, you…"

"I was just joking," she chuckled, dismissing it.

He shifted a little closer, a smile playing on his lips. "You could give it, Miss, please."

Geetha began to wonder what he might ask. "I won't," she stated firmly.

"Please give it, Miss, please," he pleaded, his eyes earnest.

"Hey, don't do all those naughty things," she warned, her tone softening. "I said I have a headache, study silently."

He got up, went behind the sofa, and began to massage Geetha's forehead with his fingers.

"All this is not necessary, dear, you study," Geetha said, though a hint of pleasure was in her voice.

"You stay, I'm doing it," Bharat insisted.

As he ran his fingers through her hair on her head, Geetha felt a wave of relaxation wash over her. "Hmm… good, Bharat."

"But you said no?"

"Why give you work?"

"Miss, how many times have I told you, if there's any work, tell me, I'll do it."

While talking, he pressed his two fingers on her forehead, bringing them to the center, then making circular motions near her ears. Geetha began to feel immensely relieved. She slowly closed her eyes and leaned back, surrendering to the sensation.

He gently lifted her braid and placed it outside the sofa, ensuring Geetha's comfort. 

Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear, "Miss, should I undo your braid?"

Geetha, eyes still closed, simply replied, "Hmm."

He undid the rubber band from her braid, letting her hair fall loose, brought it forward, and slowly massaged her head with his fingers. "Miss, would you like some oil?"

"I shampooed today, no."

He moved his hands to her neck, gently massaging the rings on her back with his two thumbs, making Geetha's nerves stretch and feel light. He bent his head forward, leaning down, and placed his face behind Geetha's neck, continuing to stroke with his fingers, then brought his nose near her shoulders, inhaling the perfume scent.

His fingers traced her cheeks, then moved to her shoulders. He softly grasped and massaged the shoulder muscles next to her neck. Geetha felt a sensuous shiver run through her. "Ah… s…"

"What happened, Miss?" Bharat asked, his voice low.

"Nothing, you continue."

“He's doing it so well. My husband is there, 

he'd only give Amrutanjan balm if I said I had a headache, 

but he doesn't know that his wife has two wings that need massaging.

Tsk… what am I thinking? Geetha, enough.”

Her desires and her mind were locked in a silent battle, while the sensation Bharat was giving her ignited a burgeoning heat within her. From above, the pallu on her chest covered those beauties, but if it were an inch lower, her cleavage might be visible. Bharat was silently wishing it were a little lower.

He leaned down again and whispered seductively in her ear, "Miss, tie your braid, it's getting in the way of your shoulders."

As Bharat asked, she tied her braid into a bun. He continued to press her shoulders while talking near Geetha's ear. Pressing, he moved his hands downwards, running his thumbs upwards between her shoulder blades on her back. Geetha's body shivered with the unexpected touch.

"Iss… Bh… Bharat," she gasped.

He came up again, pressed her shoulders, massaged her neck with his thumbs, and asked in her ear, "Is it good, Miss?"

"Ha…"

"Is the headache reducing?"

"It's gone long ago."

"Oh, really, Miss?"

Saying that, he lightly touched his tongue to her back below her neck, licking it gently. As that cool tongue touched her soft, buttery back, her insides melted. She twisted, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Mmm… Bharat, what are you doing?"

He kissed the spot he had licked. "Miss, I licked when I massaged your legs, so now too…"

She put her hands back and held Bharat's head, gently stopping him. "Enough, Bharat, come and sit here."

Bharat, without a word, came and sat in front of her. Smiling, she pulled Bharat closer and held his hand. "Thanks, dear."

"Hmm…"

"Miss, you look like an angel today, you know?" Bharat said, his voice soft with admiration.

Geetha was overwhelmed by his words. She covered her face, a deep blush staining her cheeks. "I'm not that beautiful, why do you say that?"

"Why do you think that, Miss? I won't accept it if you say that. In fact, if anyone sees your beauty…" He stopped speaking, and Geetha looked at him questioningly.

"Tell me…"

"No, let it be. You might think otherwise and scold me."

"Ok… tell me."

"It's… Miss… you are very cute, your lips are like rose petals, just looking at them makes me want to kiss them. And your waist, how gracefully it sways when you walk. And your…"

"Oh my, you have so many words, dear," Geetha said, feigning surprise. "Why did you stop, tell me."

He turned his face to the left, avoiding her gaze. "No, Miss."

Geetha pinched his cheek playfully. "What does your girlfriend say?"

Bharat was surprised, his face going blank as if he hadn't understood. "What?"

"That Chandana, what does she say?"

"No, Miss, nothing like that. We just went to the bakery."

"Oh, naughty, aren't you going to tell me too?"

"There's nothing to tell, Miss."

"Why do you say that, dear? Don't you like Chandana?"

"I like her."

"Oh, so she's your girlfriend?"

"Ah!… No, Miss."

"Haha…" She laughed, and playfully hit him on the head. "Fool, if you say yes, I won't scold you, this isn't college."

A few moments of comfortable silence passed. Geetha moved even closer. Bharat, shy, looked down, still not meeting her gaze.

“I know, the woman in painting, it’s me, 

but I want to hear him say it. 

He's waiting for me to ask and not mentioning it at all, 

otherwise wouldn't he have asked me how the painting was by now?”

"Look here," Geetha gently commanded.

Bharat looked up. Geetha smiled slightly, looking directly into his eyes. "You drew that painting well."

Bharat flinched for a second. Geetha noticed it too. "In that painting…" Before Geetha could complete her question, he answered, stammering.

“Miss… that's you… that's you."

“At that moment, I didn't know how to react, 

but my body was pulling me to give something in return. That's why…”

Geetha, though shy, looked directly into Bharat's eyes, brought her head forward, and playfully kissed Bharat's forehead with her soft, rosy lips.

Bharat was frozen in surprise. She smiled, pinched his cheek, and said, "You drew me very beautifully, dear, thanks."

For Bharat, time seemed to stop; he looked, bewildered, like a statue, blinking. Geetha tapped his cheek lightly.

"Miss…"

"How did you feel like painting it like that?"

He wasn't speaking, looking down, shaking, avoiding her gaze. Geetha took his chin and gently turned his face towards her.

"Tell me…?"

"I don't know, Miss, it just came to me. I see you every day, right?"

Pinching his cheek again, "Naughty fellow, if you study well, I'll give you another kiss."

Bharat was happy but also confused by her words and actions. She took his face in her hands, pulled him close, and asked, "Will you really do anything I ask you to, dear?"

"Hmm…”

"Will you paint me another picture?"

"Now?"

"Not now, anytime?"

"Definitely, Miss."

"Okay, study."

"Hmm…”

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Three days had passed with not much excitement, study routine followed. However, Bharath’s presence has lingered Geetha with a subtle amusement deep in her thoughts.


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Fourth day, 

the aroma of frying potato bajjis filled the kitchen where Geetha stood, skillfully preparing the snack. 

In the adjacent hall, Bharat while being immersed in his studies. "Miss, I have a doubt," he called out, his voice breaking the quiet.

Geetha beckoned him over. He approached, book in hand, and stood beside her, his gaze fixed on her face as she began to explain. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he leaned in, resting his face against her left shoulder, inhaling the scent of her hair.

"Hey, listen to what I'm saying!" Geetha chided softly, though a subtle shift in her posture betrayed a flicker of awareness.

A wave of longing swept over Bharat. He gently pushed Geetha's braid aside, his lips finding the delicate skin of her neck. Geetha’s hands instinctively lowered, her body tensing in anticipation. "No, Bharat," she whispered, a plea more than a command.

Undeterred, he opened his mouth, covering her neck with his lips, and then bit down playfully. His right arm snaked around her back, pulling her flush against him. Geetha, yielding, pressed herself into his lap.

"Miss, you are missing out on all this, Miss," Bharat murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear.

"What am I missing out on?" she asked, her voice breathy.

He kissed her cheek, a soft, lingering touch.

"Mmm... Bharat, you shouldn't do this," Geetha protested, though her resistance felt fragile.

"Your husband isn't here, Miss," he began, his voice laced with a persuasive tenderness. 

"How much longer will you suppress your desire and live without pleasure, without that warmth?"

"That's not true, Bharat," she countered, her words lacking conviction.

"You might hide it in your words, Miss, but you can't hide it in your eyes," he countered, his gaze piercing.

His palm found her navel, his fingers beginning to knead gently.

"Isss.... Bharat!" Geetha gasped, a soft sound of mingled surprise and pleasure escaping her lips.

As he bent back, his lips found hers in a tender kiss, a silent promise exchanged. Then, drawing her gently forward, he tilted her face with a finger, his gaze fixed on her lips before claiming them in a fervent kiss. Geeta, in turn, surrendered to the embrace, her response echoing his intensity.

"See, don't hide anything, Miss," Bharat whispered, his voice a low rumble. "I'll do whatever you ask. Make me do everything."

Geeta remained silent, her eyes downcast. His finger, tracing the delicate edge of her sari, slowly descended, his gaze drawn to the valley between her breasts.

"Look how beautiful these are," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. His hand, warm and gentle, came to rest on her left breast, a light squeeze eliciting a soft "Mmm..." from her.

"Not your legs, Miss, if you tell me, even these..." He squeezed again, and Geeta gasped, a soft "Ah..." escaping her lips.

"Tell me, Miss, do you want me to squeeze them?" he pressed, his index finger teasing her nipple.

"Ah... Mm," she responded, a tremor in her voice.

"Tell me?" he urged, his palm encompassing her entire breast, his fingers beginning to knead. Geeta, overwhelmed by pleasure, held her breath, her head nodding in silent affirmation as a soft moan escaped her lips.

With a practiced motion, he unhooked her blouse, baring her boobs to his gaze. His hand, now unencumbered, clasped it firmly, squeezing it with a deliberate pressure, "like pressing mango juice," his four fingers supporting from below, his thumb above.

"Ah... Bharat, doing this is wrong," Geeta gasped, her words a mix of pleasure and protest.

Bharat knelt, his tongue a warm caress. A gasp escaped Geetha's lips. "Aah... you're killing me!" she cried, a mix of protest and pleasure in her voice.

He looked up, his eyes locking with hers. "Tell me, Miss," he murmured, his tongue still working its magic, "is it pleasurable?"

"Ah!... Yes, it is," she confessed, her voice thick with sensation.

"Do you want more?" he pressed.

"Yes, I do."

A smile played on his lips. "As you wish, Miss. I'll give it to you wherever you want it."

With a surge of urgency, she grabbed his head, pulling him down. He complied instantly, his tongue resuming its rhythmic dance. Geetha moaned, a long, passionate sound, and then, with a shiver, she found her release.

Even as he continued to lick, Bharat's left hand drifted lower, past her navel, seeking the folds of her saree. His fingers brushed the edge of her panties, a silent query, but her hand, firm yet gentle, stopped him.

"No, Bharat," she whispered.

He looked up, his gaze questioning, then leaned in to kiss her lips, a soft, lingering promise. 

His fingers, however, found their way inside her panties, a touch that elicited another soft "Ahh...." from her.

He kneaded her gently with his fingertips, his other hand moving to her neck, tracing the delicate curve as he kissed her. Geetha's eyes fluttered shut, lost in the rising tide of sensation. "Ahh... Bharat... Sss..." she breathed, his name a soft plea on her lips.

"Hmm... Miss," he hummed in response, the sound a low, resonant thrum against her skin.


Just then, the persistent ring of the doorbell pulled Geetha from the depths of sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, searching for Bharath, but he wasn't there. She lay still, a surprising wave of relief washing over her as she realized it had all been a dream. Slowly, she sat up, pulling her legs close. 

A strange warmth lingered between her thighs, a curious heat, a profound longing that left her bewildered. The doorbell chimed again, breaking her reverie.

With a practiced hand, she adjusted her saree, then reached for the air conditioner remote, clicking it off. Her footsteps led her to the door. Bharath stood there, a bright, cheerful smile on his face, a backpack slung over his shoulder, and a cover clutched in his hand.

"Good evening, Miss," he chirped.

"Good evening, dear," Geetha replied, a gentle warmth in her voice.

"Miss, Mom gave me this for you – cauliflower, chilies, coriander, and some carrots." He extended the cover towards her.

"Thanks, Bharath," she said, taking the bag.

As she raised her hands to adjust the hair clip, briefly holding it between her lips, her gaze drifted towards the table. She separated and twisted strands of her hair, retrieving the clip from her mouth, and pinning it expertly. Bharath’s eyes, drawn by the movement, flickered to her armpits, then quickly averted, as if fearing an accidental touch. He stepped forward, placing the vegetable cover on the table, then unzipped his bag, setting it on the sofa. He settled onto the cushions, his eyes fixed on Geetha’s back.

Clad in a black saree that contrasted exquisitely with her milky white skin, Geetha continued to adjust her braid, her spine, curved like a crescent moon, momentarily revealed. His gaze swept over her hourglass figure, from top to bottom, and he unconsciously wiped his mouth drooling saliva with the back of his right wrist.

Geetha turned, catching him in the act. His head snapped down. She noticed, her eyes widening playfully, a smile touching her lips.

"How many times have I told you, Bharath?" she chided gently.

"Miss, you look super in this black saree today," he blurted, a hint of admiration in his voice.

"You say that every day," she countered, a soft laugh escaping her. "First, open your books. Getting good marks once isn't enough; you need to get them every time. Only then will you get them in the board exams too."

"Oh, I know, Miss. You say the same thing every day," he groaned, a familiar refrain.

"You study because I say it every day, otherwise, you'd just talk and waste time," Geetha teased.

"Why do you say that, Miss? I am studying, aren't I? You said I was getting good marks," he defended, a touch of exasperation in his tone.

"Exams are in two months," Geetha reminded him, her voice firm but kind. "I'm going to my native place tomorrow for three days. You're still lagging behind many others in the class."

"Miss, are you going to your village tomorrow? No tuition? Why are you going, Miss?" His questions tumbled out, a clear note of disappointment in his voice.

"I'll go and come back. It's been a long time since I met my parents," she explained.

"Hmm... but then there'll be no tuition for three days," he mused, the sulky expression returning.

"Hey, so what if there's no tuition? Don't roam around outside; study diligently at home. I'll call your mom and ask if you're studying or not," Geetha warned, though her tone held more affection than threat.

"It's not about tuition, Miss. You won't be here, so I'll be bored." He lowered his head, a childish pout on his lips. Geetha moved closer, her left arm gently encircling his shoulders.

"I'll also be bored, Bharath. But you must study, okay?"

He replied with a gloomy "Mm." Geetha turned her head, a smile playing on her lips, and gently pinched his cheek.

"Okay, let's do one thing. I'll give you an assignment."

"Oh, no, Miss, I'll study. I won't play on the phone," he protested quickly.

"I'll give you a test with eight questions from the first four chapters. Right here."

Before Geetha could finish, Bharath interrupted, "Miss, there'll be a class test anyway, right?"

"Hey, listen, you have to write everything. If you write them all, you can massage my feet again."

A spark ignited in Bharath's eyes, and a swift smile stretched across his lips. "Really?" he asked, his voice eager.

"Yes," Geetha confirmed.

"So, you like it," he said, a hint of knowing in his tone. Geetha turned her face away, a blush creeping up her neck.

"What?" she feigned innocence.

"I mean, your feet..."

She feigned a little anger, looking straight at him. "Oh, so you're being naughty again? Okay, never mind."

"Ah! No, Miss, okay, give me the test. You think I won't study, don't you? Give me the test; I'll write everything and show you." He quickly backtracked, a newfound determination in his voice.

"Oh, we'll see, then. Okay, you study another subject, and I'll teach you math after I wash the dishes," Geetha conceded.

"Should I help too?" he offered.

"Do as I say. If there's anything, I'll tell you, right? Just study," she instructed.

"Okay, Miss," he agreed, already turning back to his books.

Geetha retreated to the kitchen, the soft clatter of dishes soon filling the air. Bharath studied, his eyes occasionally drifting towards Geetha, a silent fascination.

The sun dipped below the clouds, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Bharath, immersed in his science book, encountered a doubt. He rose, book in hand, and approached Geetha. She was washing plates, her back to him. He stood beside her, his right hand brushing against her left. The brief touch instantly resurrected the morning's vivid dream, a wave of unease rippling through her. She subtly shifted away.

"Miss, in this condensation process, what happens if the air-to-water vapor content ratio increases?" he asked, oblivious to her internal shift.

"That's nothing. If the water vapor content in the air increases, due to increased moisture holding, the air temperature will be higher. When that happens, we say there's high humidity," Geetha explained, her voice steady.

"Hmm," he hummed, still looking at her, stepping back while flipping through his book. He noticed the beads of sweat glistening on her neck. Without a word, he went to the hall, placed his book down, and returned with a small towel.

"Miss, wipe yourself," he offered, holding out the towel.

"Thanks, Bharath," she said, taking it. She wiped her neck, then moved to set the towel aside, but Bharath gently took it from her.

"Miss, give it to me. If you put it there, it'll get dusty," he reasoned. He carried the towel to the hall, then paused, turning back. Geetha was still engrossed in her work. 

He held the towel to his nose, inhaling deeply. For a few moments, he was utterly captivated by the faint scent of his teacher’s sweat, his eyes closing dreamily.

A sharp rap on his head startled him, his eyes snapping open in fright. From behind, Geetha’s voice, laced with annoyance, cut through the air.

"Idiot, what is this crazy thing you're doing? Didn’t I tell you to study?"

He spun around anxiously. "Miss, that..."

She snatched the towel from his hand, her gaze stern. "Don't talk. Go and study."

He lowered his head, silently retreating to his books. Geetha, clutching the towel, walked into the bedroom, a blush creeping up her neck.

“What kind of madness is this boy has? He did exactly as I thought. How did he even get such an idea?” She pondered, a strange mix of embarrassment and curiosity swirling within her. 

Seeing Bharath so utterly captivated by things related to her, a new sensation, a nascent curiosity, stirred within Geetha. She hung the towel on the hanger and then went to sit on the right side of Bharath.

"Miss, can you explain matrix problems again?" he asked, already turning a page in his math book.

"Why? Are you not getting them? Okay, let's revise all of that today," Geetha replied, settling in.

Over an hour passed as Geetha patiently explained theorems and guided him through calculations.

"You're studying now, but why didn't you study last year, at the beginning of tenth grade?" she asked, a playful glint in her eye.

"I don't know, Miss. I wasn't coming to you for tuition then," he admitted. 

Geetha playfully smiled and tugged gently at his ear. "Only words come to this boy."

"Ah... It's true, Miss," he chuckled.

"Anyway, are you going home? I'll be back on Wednesday," she reminded him, gathering her thoughts.

Bharath fidgeted on the sofa, then scooted closer, looking at Geetha with a pout. 

"What is it, dear?" she asked, sensing his hesitation.

"Miss, can I ask something?"

"If you ask to massage my feet again, I'll hit you," she warned, though a small smile played on her lips.

"Miss, your smell is very nice. Can we play hide-and-seek for a while, Miss?" he asked, his voice soft and endearing.

His innocent plea touched her, a faint smile gracing her lips, and a wave of shyness washed over her. She coaxed him gently, "No games."

"Miss, just once," he persisted.

Geetha rose, feigning a sudden task, and headed to the kitchen. Bharath remained, undecided. As Geetha entered the kitchen, she discreetly closed the room curtain.

Bharath scratched his head, then settled back on the sofa, deep in thought. 

In the kitchen, Geetha placed the washed and soaked rice into the rice cooker, switching it on. As she arranged the cleaned utensils in the stand, Bharath slowly appeared beside her.

Geetha had tucked the end of her saree into her waist, revealing her left hip, where the skin rippled gracefully with every movement. Her forelocks fell across her face, her palms were wet, and her elbows damp with sweat. He stepped forward, his gaze tracing the curve of her neck. As he brought his face near her ear, inhaling and exhaling, his breath formed a warm mist around her ear. The warmth ignited a deep, primal desire within her. Her body yearned for it, yet her mind resisted.

"It's late. Go home," she said, her voice a little strained.

"Just once, Miss. You won't be here for three days," he pleaded.

She deliberately lifted the lid off a pot and put it back, though it was already covered. 

"Didn't I say no?"

He moved even closer, Geetha's left shoulder brushing against Bharath's right chest. 

"Miss, I studied for three days just as you told me. And I learned a lot today too. What did you say the other day?"

Geetha remembered her slip of the tongue from the other day, the unspoken promise of something "else," and mentally chastised herself. Now, if Bharath pressed her, how could she refuse? He had, after all, studied as she had instructed. What would he think if she said no? A wave of panic began to rise within her.

"What did I say?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

"Miss, just stay like this. Do your work, and let me be next to you. I want to be with you like this," he whispered, his voice a soft caress.

Geetha silently placed the morning's curry on the stove and lit it. Bharath rested his head on her shoulder, his face nestled against her neck, his fingers gently touching her hair, inhaling her scent with intoxicating pleasure. Geetha's body felt heavy, a strange lethargy settling over her.

Since Geetha remained silent, he kept his nose near the edge of her neck, moving it gently up and down without touching her skin, simply breathing in the scent. "Hmm... Miss, maybe this kind of smell doesn't come from everyone, Miss. Maybe it only comes from angels like you."

Being called an angel made a subtle tingle spread through her, and a faint smile, almost imperceptible, touched her lips.

"Ah, Miss, if anyone stays this close to you, they'd get intoxicated, you know?" Bharath continued, his voice hazy with delight.

Geetha smiled faintly. "Enough, Bharath. You're praising me too much."

"It's not praise, Miss, it's the truth. Anyway, to praise you, I'd have to write poetry, and I'm not that clever."

Her fondness for poetry made his words even more flattering. Bharath leaned further, his nose now near the front of her neck, speaking in a low, husky voice. "Miss, since I'm studying, Harish isn't talking to me properly. You're my only friend, Miss. You'll come back from the village quickly, won't you?"

With his last words, Bharath's upper lip slightly brushed against the delicate skin of her neck. A single drop of her sweat touched his upper lip.

"Mm," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

He swallowed, tasting the drop of sweat. "Really, Miss, even your sweat tastes so good."

Bharath's warm touch on, his intoxicating words, were filling her with an exquisite ecstasy. Hearing such words from her student made her blush intensely.

"Phew, naughty fellow, don't you find that disgusting?" she teased, her voice a little breathless.

He pulled back, inhaling the scent of her neck from behind, then let out a warm breath from his mouth. As it slid down, tracing the path of the drop of sweat to her back, a shiver ran down her spine. She clenched the cooking platform tightly, her knuckles white. He brought his nose near her ear. "It's not disgusting, Miss. I love your smell. Even your sweat."

"Ugh, don't talk like that," she protested, though her voice lacked conviction.

"Why, Miss? Everything about such a beautiful angel is nectar."

Those words sent a haze through Geetha's brain. Bharath also placed his hands on either side of her, pressing against the cooking platform. As he inhaled the aroma of her back, his warm breath created a storm within Geetha's body, increasing her internal heat, moistening the space between her thighs, and making her breasts heave.

He breathed in the scent, moving his nose up and down to her bra strap, then came back up. Geetha, in a sudden movement, turned off the stove.

"Miss, do you know how you look in this black saree?" Bharath asked, his voice still thick with admiration.

"Mm..." she hummed, unable to articulate more.

"You look like a vanilla cake drizzled with chocolate sauce. If Gautham Sir were here, he'd eat your back like a cream pastry."

"You say such strange things. Does anyone really do that?" she asked, a giggle escaping her.

"Look here, Miss," he urged. She turned her head back, offering him half her face. Barely an inch separated their lips, a sliver of air the only barrier. Each other's breath, warm and soft, fell upon their lips.

"I read in a story, Miss, where he went behind his wife in the kitchen while she was working and hugged her..." He used his left index finger to gently brush the forelocks falling across Geetha's face behind her ear. "Hugged her..."

A twinkle of her sweat touched Bharath's finger. While talking, he instinctively brought it to his mouth and sucked it. Geetha saw it from the corner of her eye, a shock rippling through her.

"Hmm... He licks the sweat from her neck and back, and she finds it very pleasurable, apparently," he continued, his voice a low murmur.

Geetha found his words strange, yet a smile appeared on her lips. She giggled playfully. 

"What is it, Miss?" Bharath asked, noticing her reaction.

"Haha... No one does that, Bharath. That's just a story," she dismissed, though her heart pounded. She pulled her braid forward, further exposing her back to Bharath.

"Why would they write it in a story if they don't do it? Tell me?" he challenged.

"Maybe," she conceded, her voice barely audible.

"Does Goutham Sir really not do that?" he pressed.

"No," Geetha replied, her voice flat.

"Hmm... Then don't you feel like having such pleasures?"

"I don't know, Bharath," she confessed, her gaze distant.

"Anyway, Sir isn't here, is he?" he continued, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

"Mm!" she hummed in agreement. He moved lower, putting his face under her right shoulder, burying his nose in the folds of blouse near her armpit.

"Ah... What?" Geetha gasped, a shiver running through her.

"Miss, can you turn around?"

"Why?"

"Turn around once, and I'll tell you."

She slowly turned back to face Bharath. He leaned forward, his face close to her lower neck. "Ah... Miss." Hearing Bharath hum like that sent a wave of arousal through her.

"Miss, earlier when you were putting your hair clip, you raised your hands, right? Please hold them like that."

"That's enough, Bharath. How much do you see? It's making me feel hot," she protested, her voice laced with embarrassment. He pouted like a child. "Just once, just once, Miss, please."

Just then, the wall clock struck eight. Geetha didn't know what to do. Her entire body was covered in sweat, and a wetness was gathering between her legs. She felt cold in the heat. He pleaded again, acting childishly. "Miss..."

Geetha offered a small smile and held Bharath's face with both hands. He leaned forward happily and placed his nose near her right armpit. The raw aroma of her body permeated his senses. With desire, he took a deep breath and exhaled. That breath felt like a desert warm breeze sensation on Geetha's damp armpit. Tingling spread through her body, and she closed her eyes.

Bharath pushed his nose another inch deeper, intoxicated, reveling in that fragrance. "Ah, Miss..."

"Ugh, Bharath, how do you like that?" Geetha moaned, her voice a soft, muffled sound.

"This is the best, most delicious smell, Miss," he declared, his voice thick with pleasure.

He moved to her left armpit. There, too, the warm breath touched her, causing a delicious tingling sensation, and her thighs began to clench. Her lower lips were releasing fluids, making her panties wet, driving her crazy with unspoken desire.

"Ah... Hmm, Bharath, you're embarrassing me," she breathed, a mixture of pleasure and protest in her voice.

Hearing that, he moved away. Geetha looked at him, confused. "What happened, dear?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Sorry, Miss. I don't mean to bother you."

Geetha laughed softly at his innocence. She held his face and gently pulled him towards her. "You don't need to be sorry. Come on."

With a slight smile, he put his face in her right armpit again, nodding his head up and down, inhaling the fragrance.

“I don't know what kind of craziness this is, but when he does that, 

and his breath touches my skin, life rises within me. 

I want to do what he says. Is this right or wrong? 

It doesn't matter now; I'm just giving him what he asked for. 

This is how I get it. Even though my mind says no, I want it. 

I don't know how far it will go, but I will make Bharath devoted to me. 

It feels like I should teach him everything, not just studies, 

but I can't do anything wrong. That's all.”

She stood like a statue, letting Bharath indulge in her scent. Bharath passionately breathed in the scent around her bust, touching his nose to her armpits, his nerves tingling with the sensation. Geetha closed her eyes, running her fingers through Bharath's hair, leaning back. 

A long time passed, and every time Bharath exhaled, it was as if honey overflowed from a flower, spilling past the petals and wetting the branches. 

Her throat became hoarse from panting for breath. Swallowing her saliva, twisting and turning, thoughts of kissing Bharath came to her mind. No matter how much she tried to resist, a hazy desire settled in her brain. Bharath, completely immersed in intoxication, relishing her beauty and fragrances, murmured, "Hmm... Miss... If you wore a sleeveless dress, I might go even crazier, Miss."

He touched her armpit with his lips. "Ah... Isss..." Geetha gasped, her body arching slightly. As Bharath put out his tongue to touch the wetness, she instinctively grabbed his hair and gently pulled his face back.

"Enough," she said, her voice a little shaky.

"A little more, Miss..." he pleaded, his eyes still closed.

"Mm... Didn't I say no?" she murmured, trying to regain control.

"Okay, Miss," he conceded, a sigh escaping him.

With a small smile, she gently kissed Bharath's forehead. "Alright, go home and study."

"Yes, Miss, of course," he replied, a renewed sense of purpose in his voice. He turned towards the hall, then paused, turning back again, looking down. "Miss, you're not uncomfortable, are you?"

"No, Bharath," Geetha assured him.

"Does Gautham Sir not do this?" he asked, his voice curious. Geetha remained silent, a sad expression momentarily clouding her face. "No, Bharath," she finally said, her voice barely a whisper. She turned back. Bharath stepped forward and inhaled the scent of her neck.

"Mm, no," she reiterated, a soft hum.

"Miss, did you like it?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

"Yes," she admitted, the word a soft exhalation.

"Miss, tell me after you come back from the village, Miss. No matter how much I sniff, it's never enough; I want to inhale more."

"We'll see after I come back. Go, Bharath," she urged, a playful firmness in her tone.

"Bye, Miss."

He was gone. Geetha let out a long, shaky breath. “Ugh, he didn't let me breathe for almost an hour. Ah... I can't take it. My whole body is tingling.” She closed the door, leaning against it for a moment, then walked into the bedroom. She lifted her saree, her gaze falling to her body. “Ugh, my husband isn't here, but this place is drying up and still oozing juices.” The heat was unbearable. She stripped off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor, and stepped into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, letting the cold water cascade over her heated skin.

“Oh, it felt so good. My whole body was wet, 

and my heated body cooled down.  

It was like taking a bath, but ah,  

it feels like he should have done, 

what he said instead of just talking about it. 

As I thought about all this, my hand went down and 

scratched between my legs. 

How erect my nipples were.  

Hmm, if Bharath did what he did in my dream, 

I wonder if I could bear it.”

With those thoughts swirling in her mind, she finished her shower, her body cooled but her mind still aflame. Lying on the bed, she saw her phone screen light up. Gautham's message: "Call me after you eat, darling."
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To be continued……..

[Haran000]

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