Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Projectmp]

Amazing and super erotic

[Haran000]

Amazing and super erotic

Thank you 

[White Walker]

Amazing. I like the way you are writing . Slow steady. Just keep It this way.
One suggestion Don't direct jump at sleevless first short sleeve then sleevless blouse, nighty,maxi.

[Haran000]

Amazing. I like the way you are writing . Slow steady. Just keep It this way.
One suggestion Don't direct jump at sleevless first short sleeve then sleevless blouse, nighty,maxi.

Thank you

[Haran000]

[tting4tting4]

You have a great writing style, keep doing what you do and posting regularly !

[Haran000]

The meal finished, Geeta surveyed the quiet house. Doors and windows secured, she retreated to the bedroom. The air conditioner hummed, bringing a cool solace to the room, yet the warmth Bharat had ignited just an hour earlier refused to dissipate from her thoughts.


Her mind replayed the day's events: stepping out of the staff room, the sudden appearance of Bharat, the brief, surprising brush of their lips, his chest against her breasts had sent a jolt of fire through her, that evening, his presence behind her, his murmured praise, the intoxicating scent of him as he inhaled her own. The unsettling truth that a an another man, a youngster on the cusp of adulthood, not her husband, could awaken such playful, undeniable desire, reignited a burning lust within her.

Her breath grew heavy, a weight settling on her bust. A tingling sensation began to spread, reaching her thighs. Bharat’s gaze, even in memory, seemed to pierce her mind. With a deliberate movement, she let her saree pallu slide down, then unhooked her blouse. She turned to the mirror, her eyes fixed on her reflection. With both hands, she cupped her full, bra-tightened boobs, squeezing them within the confines of the fabric. Her lip caught fiercely between her teeth, a desperate attempt to quell the escalating heat.

The reflection in the mirror seemed to offer a knowing, suggestive smile. As she watched her boobs tighten, her right hand slipped into her bra, fingers closing around her right boob, squeezing it with an almost desperate passion. A soft, involuntary "Sss..." escaped her lips. 

Never before had she indulged in such an act. The tingling sensation was almost unbearable, driving her to caress herself in a futile attempt to quell the rising tempt within.

While she wrestled with the sensations above, a throbbing between her thighs made her feet tremble uncontrollably. Her left hand, almost on its own accord, slipped into the pleats of her saree, below her waist. Playfully, her finger found its way to the hidden intimacy beneath the fabric. "Ahh..." she whispered, a trembling exhalation, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned back, consumed by pleasure.

A shadow of sadness touched her then, the stark awareness of Gautam's absence. The realization that it was her college student who had so profoundly stirred her, that she was indulging in this secret arousal, brought a flush of shyness, yet it only served to intensify the raw passion. With one finger teasing between her thighs and her palm squeezing her bust, she pulled her saree around her like a blanket, closed her eyes, and surrendered to the moment. 

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Even after five days in the village, her body, starved for male companionship, yearned fiercely for another encounter with Bharat. After all, there was no telling when she would see Gautam again.

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A week later, Geetha asked Bharat to stay and help clean the house. They began by tackling the walls of each room. Geetha, meanwhile, set about dusting the items on the shelves. As she reached for objects on the topmost shelf in the hall, her saree pallu was tucked into her waist pleats. Each time she lifted her arms, her waist, like a white serpent was revealed. Unbeknownst to her, Bharat was secretly observing her from the bedroom.

Geetha, however, had long since noticed his lingering glances. A coy smile played on her lips as she returned to her work. To reach yet another high shelf, she realized she needed a stool. She called out to Bharat.

"Bharat, hold this stool, please. I'll arrange these things on top."

"Yes, Miss," he replied, and positioned himself to Geetha's left, steadying the stool with both hands. Her proximity made him feel a little shy, and he consciously averted his gaze from her waist, looking down instead.

Geetha carefully took down dolls and books, wiping each with a dry cloth before putting them back in place. She handed one to Bharat.

"Bharat, hold this for a moment. I'll put it back after I wipe here."

He looked up. The absence of a fan had left Geetha sweating profusely. Her blouse was damp, with beads of perspiration gathering in her armpits and the creases near her boobs. Her pallu had slipped, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage. A bead of sweat, like a dewdrop, appeared on her nipple, and his eyes involuntarily fixed there.

Geetha, seemingly oblivious to Bharat's intense gaze, handed him the doll and continued wiping, both hands raised. On her pale, snow waist, sweat trickled down from her blouse like melting snow from icy mountains, flowing down her back like caramel syrup. 

He swallowed hard, mesmerized by the sight.

As Geetha adjusted items above, her movements caused her body to sway and her waist to stretch. The saree pleats loosened, and her petticoat waistband slipped down by two inches. 

That was the moment the treasure Bharat had been searching for, hidden beneath layers, finally revealed itself. Though small and not very deep, with vertically folded skin, slightly recessed, and surrounded by fat with the redness of veins visible on top, it was a feast for Bharat's eyes. As he stared intently, a stream of sweat trickled down and fell into that small depression, then overflowed, disappearing into the pleats below. 

Bharat found himself breathless, the sight igniting a fervent heat within him. He was barely aware that his own rod between his legs had begun to harden with ecstasy.

Still staring at her waist without blinking, Bharat remained lost in thought when Geetha lowered her hand and asked for the doll.

"Give it, Bharat," she prompted, but he remained silent.

She looked down. Bharat's eyes were wide, and realizing her navel was exposed, she immediately used her finger to pull the pallu across, obstructing Bharat's view. She playfully hit Bharat's face with the cloth in her hand. Startled, he handed her the doll. She smiled, put the items back, and climbed down. He retreated to the bedroom and began dusting the ceiling.

Geetha, realizing her saree had slipped earlier, went into the bedroom to adjust it. Standing before the mirror, she undid her pleats and began tucking them in tightly. Bharat, catching sight of her navel in the mirror through a sidelong glance, sparked a mischievous thought in Geetha's mind. 

She deliberately tucked her saree lower, just below her navel, and bit her lower lip shyly, meeting Bharat's eyes in the mirror. He quickly turned his face away. She laughed softly.
Wondering if Bharat would be captivated by her navel, she kept her saree positioned below it and walked towards him. Bharat was still looking up and dusting, almost finished with his work in that room.

"Miss, all the rooms seem to be done. Is there anything else?" he asked.

"Oh, Bharat, the stairs outside also need dusting. Could you please do that too? Don't mind, I can't do everything by myself."

"No, no... don't say that, Miss. You just tell me any work, I'll do it. It's difficult for you to do all the work alone."

"Thanks, dear." Bharat turned back and offered a faint smile. As he was leaving the room, Geetha remembered something. The fan was also dusty. Then another thought came to her.

"Wait, dear, there's another job." He stopped and looked back.

"Tell me, Miss."

"Well, this fan is also dusty, Bharat. It needs dusting."

"Okay, I'll get the stool."

Geetha deliberately wanted to tease Bharat. She wanted him to stare intently, curious to see how much and where he would look. Bharat brought the stool from the hall and placed it under the fan. As he was about to climb, she stopped him, holding his left hand.

"Wait, I'll dust. You hold the chair."

"No problem, Miss, I'll do it."

"No, Bharat, you don't know properly. It's difficult if you move the wires. Don't. You stay."

With that, Geetha climbed the stool and asked Bharat to hold it carefully. He held it just as he had in the hall. Geetha again deliberately showed her navel while dusting the fan. The same beauty, the same lust-inducing creamy waist with sweat dripping like caramel syrup, the fragrance of her body near her waist, and her overflowing breasts under her arms as she lifted them – seeing all this, his manhood in his pants stirred, causing his zipper to loose.

Geetha smiled shyly, wondering if Bharat was watching, and looked down. He was staring intensely at her "places" without blinking. From above, she could see Bharat's organ protruding, swollen below. Seeing that, new desires sprouted within Geetha.

She climbed down.

"Ugh, my hands are aching. Today's work was too much."

"That's why I said I'd do it, Miss. Wait, you hold the chair, and I'll dust."

Geetha wasn't sure why she was doing it. Her desires were simply compelling her to act that way. She stood beside him. Bharat lifted his legs and climbed onto the stool. Then something happened that made both of them uncomfortable. Since she was standing directly in front of Bharat, the moment he climbed the chair, his swollen protrusion from his pants, bulging, came directly in front of Geetha's face.

Seeing that, Geetha was stunned, and her breathing quickened. Bharat was focused on the fan above, but Geetha's gaze was fixed on Bharat below. A new tingling sensation started in her hands. Her fingers felt itchy. Just five inches from her nose, the top edge of the zipper was slightly unzipped, revealing his underwear inside.

At that moment, Bharat felt something a little off. His pants were pressing. He looked down. Geetha was right in front of him, and he was shocked. Not knowing what to do, he flinched. He quickly lowered his hands and covered his rod with both hands, using the cloth.

Seeing Bharat flinch and nervously cover himself with his hands, Geetha chuckled. She looked up. Bharat's face was flushed red with shame. He was turning his head from side to side, avoiding Geetha's direct gaze, feeling very awkward.

"It's okay, Bharat, I don't mind. Don't be uncomfortable."

Bharat was dumbfounded by Geetha's reaction. He had anticipated a scolding, wondering what to say, but Geetha had spoken so casually. She thought, He's so uncomfortable, hiding this here and hiding his face when he looks up, so innocently. 

“What's done is done. I've unnecessarily embarrassed the boy, that's enough now.”Thinking that, she turned back. But something was pulling her inside. She turned back and looked at Bharat with wide eyes. Bharat, still uncomfortable, climbed down. He kept his gaze down.

"Sorry, Miss, actually..."

"It's okay, Bharat, why are you saying that? It's not your fault, dear."

"Forgive me, Miss."

Moving closer, she placed her hand on Bharat's thigh. "Does it happen everyday like that?"

Not knowing how to respond, he looked down.

"Tell me, dear."

"Miss..."

"Does it happen only when you see me?"

He shook his head in fear.

"Tell me, I won't mind." 

He nodded vertically.

"Bharat, did you think anything wrong of me for touching you like that?"

"No, Miss, not at all."

"You won't tell anyone that I did that, right? It happened accidentally. I'm scared." Geetha's expression was a mix; on one hand, she wanted to tease, but on the other, she felt a pang of guilt. Bharat looked into Geetha's eyes, put the cup aside, and held her right hand.

"No, Miss, I won't tell anyone. Miss, you're missing your husband. It's my fault that you saw that, forgive me, Miss."

"No, there's nothing in that, Bharat. Boys your age are like this. Don't think like that."

"Hmm..."

Looking into his eyes with a mischievous, shy smile, she pulled his left hand to her waist. It felt warm on her navel. Bharat froze in surprise.

"Bharat, please don't misunderstand me. I want Gautham Sir, but he's not here. Could you hold my waist for a while?"

Bharat was completely confused. Like a doll, he nodded vertically to Geetha's request and left his hand there. Geetha was giggling shyly, covering her face.

"Miss, when you blush and smile like this, you look so cute. I could just keep looking at you."

"Uh..."

He moved his hand slightly on her navel. That alone sent shivers through Geetha.

"Uh."

"Oh, sorry, Miss."

She laughed. "It's okay, Bharat."

With a slightly sad face, Bharat said, "I'll miss you tomorrow."

"Why?"

"I'm not coming for the trip, Miss."

"What happened?"

"Miss, I asked my dad for money, but he said he doesn't have any."

"That's fine, Bharat. I'll give it to you. Come, you come."

"No, Miss, taking it from you..."

She put her left arm around Bharat's shoulders and pulled him closer. Bharat rested his head on Geetha's shoulder.

"We are friends, right? Then won't you take it if a friend gives it?"

"It's not like that, Miss."

"Shh... Listen to what I say. There's no one else at home with me, Bharat. You always help me with these tasks sometimes. Thanks."

"Hmm."

"You're coming tomorrow, you won't miss me. I'll write in the register that you gave the money, you just tell them at home and come."

"But, Miss...?"

"Hey, quiet. You said you'd do anything I asked, right? Close your eyes."

He closed his eyes. He stayed there, smelling Geetha's neck. His hand on her waist, his face in her shoulders. Geetha couldn't believe she was like this herself. Keeping Bharat this close felt very comforting to her. Leaning on Geetha felt incredibly comfortable for Bharat; he was closing his eyes dreamily, smelling her scent, and drifting off to sleep.

But thinking that he shouldn't do that, he tried to get up, but she placed her hand on his cheek and again rested his head on her shoulder.

"Just lie down, dear, it's okay."

"It feels good to be with you, Miss. You buy me so much food even without me asking, and now you've asked me to come on the trip too. Thanks, Miss."

"Thank you too, dear. You helped me with everything today."

She wrapped both arms around Bharat, half-hugging him. Her left breast softly touched Bharat's chest, and both felt warm. He closed his eyes and leaned in further.


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[Haran000]

The next morning, at precisely six, the tenth-grade students were already settled in the bus parked in front of the college, a collective hum of anticipation filling the air. They awaited their teachers, though Geetha, Diwakar (the English teacher), and Ramya were conspicuously not reached yet. 


Inside, a familiar divide prevailed: girls on right side, boys on the other, the back row entirely commandeered by the male contingent.

Bharat and Harish boarded, heading straight for the last seat, claiming the right window. Their strategic choice was clear: Priyanka, Vandana, and Chandana occupied the row directly in front. Bharat leaned forward, his face close to Chandana's headrest, and a delicate jasmine scent, likely from her hair spray, wafted towards him.

“Chandu, do you use hair spray?” Bharat asked.

“Yes, I do,” Chandana replied.

“It smells nice,” he complimented, and a blush crept onto her cheeks as she smiled.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, did you bring water?”

Chandana reached for her bag, but Vandana interjected, stopping her. “No need. If they drink it all, what will we have left?”

Harish chimed in, “Oh, we’ll have more when we get there, just give it to them.”

Bharat pressed, “Yeah, please, Vandana, if you have it, why not give it?”

Chandana tried to hand the bottle to Bharat, but Vandana held on. “Don’t give it; they’ll drink it all. Anyway, who asked you to wander around everywhere, coming late?”

“It’s okay, Akka,” Chandana said softly.

“Let go,” Harish insisted.

Just then, Geetha arrived, stepping onto the bus. Harish nudged Bharat. “Geetha Miss is here.”

Bharat quickly looked up. Geetha, radiant in a light yellow saree, a small bag clutched in her hand, and a fresh rose nestled in her braid, moved towards the center of the bus.

Anil called out, “Geetha, go sit next to Vandana in that last seat. Priyanka, you come and sit in the front.”

As Geetha walked towards Vandana’s seat as instructed, Harish was mid-drink, while Bharat’s gaze devoured her from head to toe. She truly looked like an Apsara. As she drew nearer, a chorus of “Good Morning” filled the air.

Geetha settled next to Chandana. Bharat rose, handed the water bottle to Chandana, and then, leaning between Geetha and Chandana, brought his face close to Chandana’s ear. The intoxicating scent of Geetha’s rose, however, further disoriented him. In a daze, he softly whispered “Thanks” near Chandana’s ear.

Chandana beamed. Bharat then leaned back, his nose brushing against Geetha’s rose. 

Geetha noticed, a faint blush warming her own cheeks.

The bus lurched forward, and their journey truly began. The students chatted cheerfully, their voices blending into a happy buzz. It was nearly 9:20 AM when the bus finally pulled to a stop at a dhaba.

Anil addressed the students, “Children, listen up, everyone must stay in one place. Eat whatever you want, but don’t make noise.”

Everyone disembarked, settling onto the benches in front of the dhaba. Tiffins were served, and they began to eat. Geetha joined Vandana’s group. Seeing this, Harish, Bharat, and Vikas chose the opposite bench.

“Bharat, did he tell you?” Vikas asked.

“What?” Bharat replied, his eyes still on Geetha as he ate.

“This guy and Vandana went to the first show yesterday,” Vikas revealed.

Bharat was shocked. He turned to Harish. “Really?”

“Yeah…” Vikas confirmed.

“He goes to movies, then comes home and studies,” Bharat grumbled. “We’re the ones who have to play pubg games when he calls in the middle of the night.”

“Exactly, right?” Harish retorted. “Oh, so you’re not studying at all then? We’re disturbing you. Vikas, did you see his test marks the other day? Has his face ever crossed twenty? He got 21 the other day. What are you doing, are you studying in the middle of the night?”

“So I shouldn’t study?” Bharat scoffed.

“Still, Bharat, you’re suddenly studying so well,” Vikas pressed. “Are you going to tuition?”

Bharat didn't want to tell them he was attending tuition. Even if Harish didn’t come along, Vikas would certainly insist on joining, and Bharat didn't want anything to come between him and Geetha. “No,” he said simply.

“Alright, dude, shall we drink a cold drink?” Harish suggested.

“No way, man, if your dad finds out, he’ll scold you,” Bharat dismissed the idea.

Harish glanced around, spotting a tea stall across the road. “Hey, there’s a tea stall there. Let’s go drink some.”

“Why, dude?” Vikas countered. “If anyone sees us, they’ll come too, and it’ll be a scene.”

Just then, Anil called Harish. As Harish walked away, Vikas slid into the chair next to Bharat, leaning closer. “Why are you looking at Geetha Miss like that?”

“It’s nothing,” Bharat mumbled.

“Tell me, I won’t tell anyone,” Vikas coaxed.

“Let it go.”

“Dude, listen to me. Miss is sitting right in front of us. You like her, right? Let’s do something.”

“What, no…?” Bharat asked, intrigued despite himself.

After eating, everyone resumed their journey. On the bus, Bharat’s gaze remained fixed on Geetha. Vikas noticed and questioned, and Harish, overhearing, couldn’t resist commenting on Bharat’s obvious crush.

“He’s crazy, man,” Harish declared. “He even stares at the teacher in class.”

“Bharat, you act like such an innocent fool,” Vikas teased, “you have so many stories?”

“Shut up, I told you it’s nothing,” Bharat retorted, a blush creeping up his neck.

Kaushik, seated in the last row, saw their hushed conversation and inquired about it. Vikas simply replied that it was nothing.

Time melted away with shared chatter, and at last, they reached their destination. As everyone disembarked in a line, Vikas and Bharat waited for Geetha to step off first. Bharat then moved forward, positioning himself directly behind her. Suddenly, Vikas had an idea. 

He lifted his foot and deliberately stepped behind Bharat’s shoe. Unable to lift his foot, Bharat stumbled forward, falling straight into Geetha. Not knowing what to grasp, his right hand instinctively gripped the railing, while his left hand, without conscious thought, found its way to Geetha’s waist.

As Bharat’s fingers pressed firmly into her soft buttery waist, a jolt coursed through Geetha’s nerves, twisting them. A small sound of pain escaped her lips, “Aah…”

Startled, Bharat quickly released her. Behind him, Vikas chuckled, and Harish joined in. 

Vikas whispered something in Harish’s ear.

“Hey, why are you helping him?” Harish asked, surprised.

Turning back, Vikas replied, “It’s okay, dude, he likes her, let’s give him a chance.”

Geetha, despite the suddenness, quite liked the sensation of Bharat pressing against her. But falling like that, especially in front of everyone, and for the second time, prompted her to turn back and scold him angrily. “Stupid! What’s wrong with you? Can’t you stand properly?”

“Sorry, Miss, Vikas stepped on my shoe, I slipped,” Bharat explained quickly.

“Hmm… alright, alright,” Geetha conceded, and walked forward. Both boys followed behind her.

After disembarking, Vandana and Chandana came up right behind them. Everyone stood before the path leading to the waterfall.

Diwakar addressed the group, “Everyone needs to be careful and stay in one place. Boys, don’t mess around; behave in manners. If anyone thinks of going here and there, just go home now. Okay?”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Anil continued, “From here, two by two, hold hands. The path we’re taking is all trees, and the path isn’t proper. Hold each other’s hands and walk.”

Everyone quickly paired up. Vikas, Kaushik, and Bharat, however, held hands in a group of three. And so, they set off. They walked, looking around at the lush surroundings. After about half a kilometer, they encountered an uneven patch of ground. Everyone climbed the small incline with some difficulty.

“How much further, Sir?” Harish asked.

“We need to go another kilometer,” Diwakar replied.

Priyanka complained to Vandana, “What is this, Vandana? How will we walk all the way there? It would have been good if there was a bus until there.”

Surrounded by rolling hills, with the sun beating down overhead, they looked ahead to a distant expanse of trees that formed a dense jungle. They had to traverse it. As they walked, a collective weariness settled over the children.

They sat under a tree for a brief respite. Vikas, Bharat, Harish, and Kaushik found themselves next to Ganesh, the computer teacher, whose attention seemed fixed on Ramya. Harish glanced at Ganesh, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Ganesh, however, remained oblivious.

“Ew… Sir, you’re eyeing Ramya Miss even here, huh…?” Harish whispered, unable to resist.

“Shut up!” Ganesh hissed back. “Will you tell everyone and ruin my reputation?”

“Oops, Sir, sorry,” Harish quickly apologized.

Resuming their walk, Geetha and Ramya led the way, with Vikas and Bharat trailing behind them. Kaushik had separated from their group. The path, narrow among the trees, made it impossible to walk hand-in-hand in a group of three. Bharat and Vikas also let go of their hands and walked individually. Bharat sped up a bit, positioning himself just one step behind Geetha.

The ground beneath their feet was treacherous, strewn with leaves, and as they progressed, the unevenness increased. Geetha’s sandal snagged on something, and she began to stumble sideways. Bharat, quick as a flash, stepped forward, his hands once again finding her waist and shoulder, steadying her.

Though Geetha felt a wave of discomfort, Bharat’s touch ignited a subtle spark within her. He looked into her eyes, then took her hand, helping her regain her footing. “Watch out, Miss,” he said.

“Thanks, Bharat,” Geetha replied.

Her handbag had fallen. He picked it up, dusted it off, and handed it back to her. Geetha offered a faint smile and walked on, resuming her conversation with Ramya.

“Your luck is good, dude,” Vikas whispered to Bharat.

“I’m scared, and then there’s you,” Bharat confessed, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

Vikas started to walk a bit faster, but Bharat held his hand, slowing him down. “Walk slowly, man.”

“Oh, why? Alright,” Vikas agreed.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Bharat cautioned.

“No, no, why would I tell?” Vikas promised.

After a short distance, the path opened into a meadow-like area, and everyone walked briskly. Going further, they reached a considerable height. There, nestled in a valley below their vantage point, lay the waterfall. 

Everyone was awestruck, though a small doubt lingered for some.

“Anil Sir, how do we get there now?” Kaushik asked.

“We have to go down, but it’s a bit difficult,” Anil explained.

Priyanka complained to Ramya, “What is this, Miss? They brought us to a place like this. Now I’m scared to go down.”

“We have no choice, Priya,” Ramya reasoned. “To see such beauties, you have to put in some effort.”

Diwakar suggested, “Ladies, there’s another path that’s less steep. Anil Sir, you, Kaushik, and Bharat go with them as escorts.”

Bharat looked at the path to the west; it seemed far away, and he calculated that going all the way around would take too long. “Sir, instead of going all the way around, isn’t it enough if we go down carefully from here?”

“That’s not it, Bharat,” Diwakar countered. “They’re ladies, right? They’ll have trouble with such a steep slope. If they slip, look how deep it is.”

Ramya interjected, “It’s okay, Sir, we can go down. We’ll be with you too, right?” They just wanted to get down first.

Ganesh instructed, “Everyone, be careful and look down as you descend. If you’re scared, wait for the people behind you to come.” 

With that, he began to descend himself.

The path was challenging; the waterfall’s flow had carved out a canal-like structure, creating a valley. To reach the waterfall, one had to walk along the edges of this natural canal, which were littered with rocky debris and, more concerningly, slippery rocks. While not excessively slick, the sight of it for the first time was enough to make the more timid hesitant to descend.

Nevertheless, following Ganesh’s lead, the girls descended in pairs. Behind them came Diwakar, Anil, some of the boys, and then two other teachers. After these two, Ramya, Geetha, Vikas, and Harish followed. 

Initially, the descent wasn’t too difficult; they covered some ground easily. Then, from a height, a large, vertical step appeared. The adults sat and descended, and behind them, Bharat and Vikas jumped down. Seeing this, Geetha became alarmed. She snapped at them, her voice sharp with concern.

“Hey! I told you so nicely, and still what are these monkey tricks of yours? If you fall and break a leg or an arm, what answer will we give your parents?”

Both boys, chastened, lowered their faces. Harish chuckled behind them, then slowly sat down and descended the step. “That’s why I say, don’t climb too high, idiots.”

After a few more steps, the path became very narrow, making it difficult to walk along the edges. Ramya started to feel scared. She stopped.

“What happened, why did you stop?” Anil asked.

“Oh, I’m scared, Sir,” Ramya confessed.

“It’s nothing, ma’am, come on,” Anil encouraged. “Hold onto that rock and watch your step.” Still, Ramya was paralyzed by fear and couldn’t take another step.

Meanwhile, Vikas and the others had caught up. “What happened?” Geetha asked.

“That…” Ramya stammered.

Geetha saw and understood Ramya’s fear. Vikas also noticed. He passed Geetha and came forward. “Miss, hold my hand and walk, it’ll be fine.”

Ramya held Vikas’s hand and stepped forward. Vikas walked very close, his head behind Ramya’s.

Geetha also felt a slight tremor of fear and was deep in thought. Bharat saw her hesitation. 

“Miss, are you scared too?” he asked, a playful smirk on his face.

Harish and Bharat both laughed.

Geetha wasn’t outwardly showing her fear, but her restless hand-rubbing and her watchful stance betrayed her. “No, I’m just trying to figure out how to go.”

“Miss, take off your sandals,” Bharat suggested. “I think they’ll slip.”

This seemed like a good idea, so she took off her sandals.

“Give them to me, Miss, I’ll hold them,” Bharat offered.

“No, Bharat, how can you hold my sandals?” Geetha protested.

“It’s okay, Miss, give them,” he insisted. “You walk carefully.” Saying that, he took her sandals. Geetha held her saree up with one hand and walked forward. Bharat and Harish followed behind.

Geetha struggled but managed to walk some distance. In the middle, another steep appeared. There, she too became scared, just like Ramya. Bharat descended first. Geetha sat on the edge of the height.

“Jump, Miss,” Bharat called up to her.

“Oohu.. no,” Geetha replied, shaking her head. Her feet were more than four feet above the ground, and she was terrified to jump from that height.

“It’s okay, Miss, Bharat will hold your hands,” Harish assured her.

“Hmm,” Bharat confirmed, moving closer to Geetha.

Geetha still moved forward hesitantly, but the fear of jumping remained. Not knowing what else to do, Bharat placed his hands on her waist on both sides. Another jolt went through Geetha. She closed her eyes. Bharat pulled her, and she immediately fell into him. Her boob pressed against his chest like cotton balls. Her braid fell onto Bharat’s shoulder. His lips brushed against Geetha’s ear, and in that fleeting moment, he kissed her ear. “Slowly, Miss,” he whispered.

Harish, witnessing the scene, thought, “Damn his luck.”

Geetha felt a surge of shyness and embarrassment, a warm flush rising to her cheeks. 

Bharat’s fingers grazed her lower back as he walked behind her, sending shivers down her spine. She twisted slightly. Then he took his hand away.

“Thanks, Bharat…” she said, flashing a small, mischievous smile.

Seeing the smile on Geetha’s lips, an idea sparked in Bharat’s mind. “Harish, you go first, we’ll come slowly behind.”

Harish went forward. Bharat was now directly behind Geetha. Harish looked back and saw Bharat, who signaled him to keep going. He even put his hands together in a namaste gesture, as if to request, “Okay, he’s asking for something,” Harish thought, and quickened his pace. After going a little further, there was another uneven area. Harish continued without paying attention to them. No one was behind them. Geetha and Bharat were the last ones, and no one else would be coming from that side either.

Bharat held Geetha’s left hand and stopped her. She looked back suspiciously, wondering what was happening, and shook her head vertically.

“Stop, Miss, please,” Bharat requested.

“Why?” Geetha asked.

“I’ll tell you,” he said, looking ahead to ensure Harish was truly gone. Harish had indeed disappeared far down the path.

Surrounded by trees, with a valley to their left and another three steps to the right leading to the uneven terrain, there was just enough space to stop and talk. Geetha looked directly at Bharat, a suspicious glint in her eyes, wondering why he had asked her to stop.

“Miss, you look so lovely in this saree,” Bharat said, his voice soft.

Geetha placed her hands on her waist, pouting slightly. “Starting again?”

“It’s true, Miss… I mean,” Bharat insisted.

“Come on, Bharat, let’s go,” Geetha urged, a hint of impatience in her voice.

“Miss, stop.”

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Last night, 

Bharat's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself resting on Geetha's shoulder.

"Miss, if you promise not to scold me..." Bharat began, his voice a hesitant murmur.

"Tell me," Geetha replied softly.

"I was lying on you like this," he continued, a touch of apprehension in his tone. "I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"

Geetha's fingers playfully pinched his cheek. "No, Bharat," she reassured him.

"Miss, we're friends, right? I mean, here?" he clarified, glancing around.

"Hmm," Geetha hummed in agreement.

"Miss, I have a small request, but I'm scared of what you might say." He shifted, a nervous energy radiating from him.

"Just tell me first, Bharat," she encouraged.

Fearing her potential anger, he moved a little distance away. "Miss, your... your... neck is very nice... ca... can I give it a kiss?" He looked down, tapping his feet, his gaze fixed on the ground.

"Come here..." Geetha invited, a hint of a smile in her voice.

"I'll come if you don't hit me, Miss," he pleaded.

"No, come..." she repeated.

He shuffled closer, his legs still trembling. Geetha smiled, then moved her braid to her right side, revealing the soft curve of her left neck to Bharat. "Come..."

"No, Miss, sorry," he stammered, his resolve wavering.

"Come..." she insisted gently.

Still trembling, he moved even closer, his face finding the gentle hollow of her neck. Her warm breath, a soft caress against his skin, ignited a thrill within Geetha. His lips pursed, quivering slightly. Leaning forward, he timidly pressed them against the delicate skin at the edge of her neck's curve.

The moment his lips met her skin, a sudden, subtle tremor spread through Geetha. Her right hand, seemingly of its own accord, cupped Bharat's cheeks. He gave another kiss, and Geetha felt a surge of desire she could barely control.

"Mmm..." she whispered, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

He pulled back abruptly, but Geetha's hand held his face, pulling him back once more. A bead of sweat, glistening on her forehead, rolled down and came to rest just below her ear. He touched his lips to that glistening drop on the bone below her ear.

"Mm..." Geetha sighed.

He drew it into his mouth, tasting it, a small sound of contentment escaping him.

"Naughty fellow," she murmured, a playful accusation in her voice.

He took Geetha's hand, placing her index finger in his mouth, and began to suck on it gently. Geetha watched him, her eyes narrowed, a blush spreading across her cheeks, and a tremor playing on her lips.

"Umm... your fingers also feel so tasty for some reason," Bharat mumbled, his eyes still on her finger.

Geetha could hold back no longer. A single word, an invitation, slipped from her lips. "Bharat, if you want, you can always kiss my neck."

Bharat was stunned, wondering if what he heard was real or a figment of his imagination. "What, Miss?"

Geetha, taking his chin in her hand, pulled him close to her neck. "Yes, Bharat, you like it, right? Do it."

He responded with another kiss below Geetha's ear. He instinctively placed his hand on her waist again, but Geetha gently, almost imperceptibly, stopped him. Breathing warmly into her ear, he whispered, "Thanks, Miss."

"It's okay," she replied softly.

He leaned in for another kiss.

"Iss... that's enough, Bharat, now go," Geetha said, a hint of playful exasperation in her tone.

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Now, 

"For what?" Geetha asked, a curious glint in her eye.

"Miss, what did you say yesterday?" Bharat pressed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"What did I say?" she feigned ignorance.

"Miss, just one kiss, Miss," he coaxed.

"Uh-uh, no, Bharat," she refused, though her gaze held a hint of amusement.

"Miss, just one, you said it yourself, right?" he persisted.

"What are you doing? What if someone sees us? It's not good," she whispered, glancing around nervously.

He took a step forward, leaning into Geetha, burying his face in the hair near her neck. 

With his nose, he gently nudged her braid aside and pressed his lips into the curve of her neck.

"Mmm..." Geetha moaned softly.

Geetha instinctively stepped back, her movement leading her to a large rock. Bharat, holding her shoulder, stopped her retreat and gently leaned her back against the rough surface of the rock.

"Let's go," she whispered, a hint of breathlessness in her voice.

He bit her below the ear, a gentle nip, then took it into his mouth, sucking deliciously.

"Iss... Ah...." Geetha gasped, a tremor running through her.

"Miss, do you know how beautiful you are?" Bharat whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Since I saw you this morning, my mind hasn't been working."

"Bharat, you're going too far," she said, though her words lacked conviction.

He placed his right hand on the left side of her waist, stroking her from front to back. 

Geetha's body tingled in response. He kissed her behind her neck, then brought his right hand around her back, snaking it upwards, grabbing her hair, and pressing himself deeper into her neck.

"Oh, Miss, your scent is driving me crazy," Bharat murmured, his voice husky.

As he rubbed his nose into the curves of her neck, gently poking and breathing warmly, Geetha was overcome with ecstasy. She wrapped her arms around Bharat, hugging him tightly. His index finger traced her back, then, in a bold move, he brought the bead of sweat clinging to it to his mouth, right in front of Geetha's eyes, and sucked it.

Geetha was overwhelmed with shyness, turning her face away.

"Miss, you're okay, right?" Bharat asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Uh..." she managed, a soft sound.

Bending down, he buried his nose near her left armpit. Geetha felt a jolt of discomfort, a sudden worry about what he might do next. She grabbed Bharat's hair and pulled his head back.

"Let's go, Bharat," she urged.

He kissed the soft fold of her armpit, and she trembled in response.

"Ah... Sh...." she gasped.

"Miss, tell me if your legs hurt," he offered.

"Move," she insisted, pushing him gently.

Just then, Bharat's bladder swelled, and he could hold his urine no longer. Finally, letting go of Geetha, he said, "Miss, stay here. I need to pee. We'll go after I'm back." With that, he dashed behind a tree. He unzipped his pants, and though his bladder was full, it was hard and wouldn't come out easily because of erected dick. He took a deep breath, and then, finally, he peed.

After zipping up and turning around, he saw Geetha behind another tree on the opposite side. Seeing that Bharat had spotted her, she startled, turned away, and quickly returned to their previous spot. Bharat didn't ask anything when he returned. He simply took Geetha's hand and led her past the area where she had been.

As they walked, a question formed in Bharat's mind. Why did Geetha come there? Was she alone and scared and came to that side, or did she want to see his, after he put his hand on her the other day? Did she see or not? Is that why she's silent?

Finally, everyone reached the waterfall, a grand spectacle cascading down a deep gorge. After descending, the water seemed to fall from an immense height. All the students were already beneath the cascading water, getting drenched, their shouts and screams echoing through the air as they played.



Just then, Geetha and Ramya stepped under the refreshing flow. As the white saree clung to Ramya's form, her large, round breasts became enticingly prominent, drawing the gazes of all the boys. Her inner bra was visible through the wet fabric, and her nipples, hardened by the cold water, appeared larger, driving the boys to distraction. 

On the other side, Geetha, glistening in the water, looked like a mermaid, a creature of ethereal beauty. 

Harish, Bharat, and Kaushik, upon seeing Geetha, felt their bodies grow warm, and they instinctively rubbed their manhood within the water.

Geetha stood beneath the waterfall, playing with Vandana and Priyanka. When she raised her hands, her ripe, mango-like boobs, encased in the yellow saree, swayed provocatively. The water cascading over her head streamed down her neck. As she clasped her hands together, the two mounds collided, creating a tantalizing dark shadow in the white cleavage, illuminated by the sunlight, making it hard for the three boys to breathe.

Bharat's gaze swept over Geetha from bottom to top. The end of her saree, thoroughly wet, clung to her waist, revealing half of her midriff. Her moon-white lower back formed small creases with every movement, and water streamed over those delicate folds. Bharat watched, unblinking, feeling his body heat up despite the cool water surrounding him.

Geetha turned to the side, and as she did, the saree below became tucked between her buttocks, the two rounded mounds alluringly driving them crazy.

"What a figure, yaar!" Kaushik exclaimed, his voice hushed with awe. "Her husband probably wouldn't be satisfied even if he screwed her for life time."

"Yeah, look at that ass, ahh," Harish breathed, rubbing his manhood in the water below. "If I put mine in there, I might not be able to breathe."

Geetha, wet from the water, appeared even whiter, like a marble sculpture of Rati Devi (Goddess of Sex). Her red lips, white neck, slender waist, enticing buttocks, butterscotch-cream-like back, and the small mole just visible as her wet blouse was slightly folded, all combined to create a breathtaking vision. Seeing her, Bharat felt a surge of emotion, as if this was the moment he had been waiting for all these days.

"She's a teacher, don't talk like that," Bharat admonished, a rare note of seriousness in his voice.

"Screw off, man!" Harish retorted, his voice laced with indignation. "You held her waist and enjoyed it. Is it only wrong for us to talk? Oh, if I could get her for an hour, I'd bite and eat those boobs, uh!"

"F*ck, man, just looking at her makes me cum. Ahh!" Kaushik grunted, his body trembling.

"Yeah, come on... Oh, ahh, aha!" Harish groaned.

Both of them climaxed in the deep water, releasing their semen in waters.

"Bharat, don't tell anyone," Kaushik whispered, a plea in his voice.

"Hmm..." Bharat acknowledged.

"Oh, if only I had a phone, man," Kaushik lamented. "I could take photos and go home and jerk off every day looking at them. She's heroine material. Just happened to be a teacher in our college."

"Yeah... My dad said, why do kids need phones? Damn it," Harish grumbled, shaking his head.

An hour later, Anil, holding an iPhone, instructed everyone to stand in a line in front of the waterfall for a group photo. Five other unknown people joined them. He called one of them and asked him to take the pictures. After a few snaps, Anil announced, "Come on, kids, shall we go now?"

"Already?" Kaushik groaned, disappointment evident in his voice.

"So, will you stay here?" Anil countered. "You played, right? You saw the waterfall, what else?"

"Let's stay a bit longer, Daddy," Harish pleaded.

"No, no, it's already two o'clock," Anil insisted. "When will you eat? When will we leave? There's also a temple nearby. We need to visit it and then go to the bridge. If you're late, you'll miss the temple and just go home."

So, they ascended. Three tents had been set up by the boys and teachers. First, the girls were asked to change their clothes. They went to change. Many boys didn't bother; their clothes were already drying in the sun. Some, however, did change. Geetha and Ramya shared one tent. Each tent was positioned about ten meters from the others. 

As everyone chatted, Ganesh discreetly disappeared.

Inside their tent, Geetha was changing her saree while Ramya stood outside, drying her hair. Their tent was strategically placed so that what transpired on Ramya's side remained hidden from the others. Another empty tent stood further away, unused by the girls. The girls were inside the tent on the other side of it, ensuring that what happened here would be out of their sight. Surrounded by trees, there would be no cause for suspicion at all.

Ganesh, having vanished from the main group, reappeared beside Ramya. Ramya, absorbed in drying her hair with a towel, was taken by surprise when he came and hugged her from behind. A startled "Ah..." escaped her lips.

"Go away," Ramya whispered, trying to push him away.

"Ah, where am I going?" Ganesh murmured, pressing closer.

"Go away, Geetha is there. If she sees us, you're done for. I beg you," Ramya pleaded, her voice tinged with panic.

Ganesh ignored her pleas. He grabbed Ramya's waist, squeezing it, then turned her towards him and began kissing her neck.

The earlier scream had reached Geetha inside the tent. Having finished changing her saree into chudidaar, she slowly pulled the curtain aside, peeping out with one eye. Seeing Ganesh, she thought, “If these two get a chance, this is what they do.”

He was now squeezing Ramya's breasts. Ramya, with a soft moan, allowed him to squeeze them, her body responding with desire. Ganesh then removed her blouse and continued to squeeze both her breasts. Ramya's hands went to his, and she moaned with desire, silently urging him to squeeze more. He then slipped his hand inside her saree, his index finger finding her pussy, and began to twirl it. Ramya closed her eyes, a soft moan of desire escaping her lips.

"Umm..." Ganesh hummed, his head buried in her neck.

"Ah... Oh!" Ramya gasped, her body arching slightly.

Geetha, observing the scene, nervously glanced around. As she watched, Bharat emerged from behind a tree. Geetha saw Bharat, and Bharat saw Geetha.

Scared, Bharat turned and ran away. Geetha, equally startled, retreated back inside the tent. The faint jingle of Geetha's anklets reached both Ganesh and Ramya. 

Ramya suddenly pushed Ganesh away, and he, realizing he had been discovered, quickly left.

Ramya adjusted her clothes, then pulled the curtain aside. "Geetha, are you done?"

"Yes..." Geetha replied, her voice a little breathless.

Everyone was ready to leave. Bharat saw Geetha and Ramya emerge from the tent, having changed. Geetha was now wearing a green Punjabi dress. Bharat's gaze met hers, and Geetha's met his. Both felt a pang of awkwardness, having witnessed each other's watching that intimate moment.

They walked the same path back to the bus and boarded it. Lunch was at a nearby restaurant, where everyone ate whatever they fancied. After getting back on the bus, Geetha chose not to sit in the back this time. Instead, she sat in front, next to Ramya.
The bus stopped in front of the Hanuman temple. Everyone went inside and stood in line. Geetha and Ramya fell behind, and this time too, Bharat, Vikas, Ramya, and Geetha were bringing up the rear. They walked slowly in the line, chatting amongst themselves. Since Bharat was directly behind Geetha, he occasionally moved his face slightly forward and sniffed near her neck.

Geetha didn't seem to mind. Still, thinking that no one but Vikas was looking, he buried his nose behind Geetha's neck. Geetha secretly relished his actions. She suddenly stopped, causing Bharat's lips to brush against her neck. She smiled shyly.

Vikas, however, grabbed Bharat's collar and pulled him back. "Hey, don't overdo it. If something goes wrong, they'll bury you right here."

Bharat laughed, unconcerned, unaware that Geetha had actually enjoyed it. Geetha, on the other hand, was secretly delighted that Bharat wasn't missing any opportunity.

After visiting the temple, they discovered a beautiful garden within the temple complex. Everyone settled under a large neem tree as evening approached. 

Their next destination was a bridge. 

The entire area around the river below was breathtakingly beautiful, and boating was also available. They admired the scenery from above, taking several photos. Geetha particularly liked the spot and wished to take more pictures. Meanwhile, Anil began to hurry them, emphasizing the need to leave as darkness was setting in. Geetha called Vandana for help.

"Take some photos of me," Geetha requested.

"Okay, Miss," Vandana agreed.

After taking four photos, Geetha saw that they hadn't turned out well. Noticing them both, Bharat approached. "Miss, I'll take them. Give it to me."

Geetha readily agreed. Vandana handed the iPhone to Bharat and left. Bharat began taking photos of Geetha on the bridge. Everyone else had gone down, and the bus was now stopped in front of a small hotel for a tea break.

Here, after taking photos, Bharat stood next to Geetha, showing her the pictures, and then buried his face in her neck, sniffing her hair. Geetha stood still, like a statue, as he inhaled her scent. He lingered around her for a full five minutes.

"Miss, at the waterfall today, oh, how sexy you were," Bharat whispered, his voice laced with admiration.

"Chee, stop it," Geetha said, a blush creeping up her neck.

"I thought Gautam sir was very lucky, but oh my, I didn't think he was this lucky," Bharat continued, oblivious to her embarrassment. "How did you come to be so beautiful?"

As Bharat spoke, Geetha twisted with shyness, her cheeks flushing deeper. "Enough, Bharat. Every day you flirt with me."

"Do you even know, today all the boys in the class had their eyes on you," Bharat teased. "We should ward off evil eye from you."

"Hey, move away, what if someone else sees us..." Geetha whispered, glancing around nervously.

Bharat stepped back. "Sorry, Miss."

Geetha, feigning anger, looked directly at him and said, "You're coming for tuition tomorrow, right? Then I'll deal with you."

"Miss, I didn't do it on purpose, it just happened," Bharat protested, his eyes wide.

"Don't act, Bharat. Once might be a mistake, but three times," Geetha retorted, her voice firm. "Is this your behavior with a teacher when we're outside of college?"

"We're friends, aren't we, Miss?" Bharat tried to reason.

"Shut up! That's at home, not just anywhere. Vikas saw us. Do you know how scared I am?" Geetha chastised, a hint of genuine worry in her voice.

"Nothing will happen, Miss. He won't tell anyone. In fact, he'll forget what he saw today by tomorrow," Bharat reassured her.

"Okay, let's go," Geetha conceded.



On the bus, Harish, Vikas, and Bharat were huddled by the window, whispering.

"What did you do there?" Harish asked Bharat, his voice low.

"Where, man?" Vikas interjected, curious.

"He told me to go too after you left," Harish explained. "He was with Geetha Miss for fifteen minutes, away from us."

Vikas was shocked. "What? Is it true?"

"Shhh... Silent," Bharat hissed, a warning in his tone.

"You tell me, what did you do?" Vikas pressed, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"I held Miss's waist to help her cross that path," Bharat admitted.

"Ah, man, what else?" Vikas urged.

"I was scared of what she'd say," Bharat confessed.

"Hmm, tell me next, fast," Vikas prompted.

"I had to pee. I told Miss to stay there and went far away," Bharat recounted.

"You're a waste, man," Harish scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Then I held her hand and helped her cross," Bharat finished.

"So, no other chance?" Vikas asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Uh-uh," Bharat confirmed.

"Doesn't matter, you held her waist twice, you're lucky, man," Vikas concluded, impressed.

"She's no ordinary figure, man," Harish interjected, a lecherous grin on his face. "You should have seen her in wet clothes. Kaushik was jerking off in the water. Haha..."

"You're a jerk, and this bastard was jerking off too," Bharat retorted, indicating Harish.

"Did you see Ramya Miss? What breasts!" Vikas exclaimed, his voice filled with lust.

"Hey, that's enough, stop," Bharat warned, his tone firm.

"Shut up, man. Don't act all innocent after enjoying so much," Vikas scoffed.

"Hey, don't talk loudly, she'll hear," Harish cautioned, glancing towards the front of the bus.

"Hmm," Vikas mumbled, lowering his voice.



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The day after her trip, Geetha reveled in the luxury of a day off. She immersed herself in household chores, a whirlwind of activity that left her pleasantly tired. A creature of habit, especially on holidays, she looked forward to her afternoon nap. After a satisfying meal, she settled onto her bed, leaning back against the pillows. With time on her hands, a familiar thought crept in: What’s wrong with indulging in that porn addiction again? Her laptop was soon retrieved.


As an erotic video unfolded, a particular scene caught her attention—a foot massage. It instantly brought Bharat to mind. The man in the video lifted the woman’s sole and sucked her toes, an action that mirrored Bharat's intimate gesture from that recent trip. Later, as the video depicted the man furiously doggy-style fucking the woman on a table, a pang of sadness pierced Geetha. Why wasn't she experiencing such raw passion?

Just then, her phone rang.

“Did you eat, darling?” Gautam’s voice was warm

“Hmm, I ate,” Geetha replied, her voice a little distracted.

“No college, right? What are you doing then?”

“Uh… uhm…” Geetha stammered, caught off guard.

Gautam, on the other end, picked up on faint moaning sounds. “Hey, what kind of mood are you in?” he chuckled.

“Oh, how did you know?” Geetha asked, a playful note in her voice.

“Silly girl, I told you not to watch those videos, why do you? Who even got you hooked on them?”

“Leave that, do you know what I feel like, dear?” she cooed.

“Oh, tell me.”

“Uh…” Geetha hesitated, a blush creeping up her neck.

“You don’t feel shy watching, but you do shy away from telling,” Gautam teased.

“How would it be if we watched together?” she ventured.

“If we watched together…”

“Darling, make a video call, I’ll show you.”

“What will you show me?”

“I’ll take off my entire dress.”

“Hey, I’m at the office. Other people are here, no.”

“Darling… can I ask you something?”

“Ask.”

“What do you like about me?”

“No, you’re already shy, you’ll get even shyer if I tell you.”

“Tell me.”

“Don’t you know what I like?”

“Hmm, I know.”

“Oh, really? Tell me what?”

“Oh, you want me to say it, but I’m shy.”

Gautam laughed. “Hahaha… By the way, did Bharat come on that trip?”

“Yes, he did, dear.”

“Did you tell him about all your work, to that poor kid?”

“No, he helped even when I told him not to.”

“And… how was it?”

Geetha's mind drifted back to Bharat, replaying every interaction. Her pussy, already hot from the videos, surged with lustful desires at the memory. She subtly rubbed a finger over her clitoris. “Umm… it was nice, the waterfall, but we walked a lot, that was the problem.”

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. “Dear, I’ll call you later, Vimla Akka might have come.”

“Okay, darling. Mwah, take care.”

“Mwah, love you.”

She rose, adjusted her saree, closed the laptop, and tucked it discreetly under the TV in the hall. As expected, Vimala stood at the door. Geetha spent some time chatting with her. 

While they spoke, a message from Bharat popped up on her phone: "Miss, can I come home for a bit? I’m bored here." She ignored it, continuing her conversation. 

The previous day's walking had left her a bit tired, and after Vimla left, she drifted off to sleep.

The evening brought her awake. Stepping outside, she found Jatin and Bharat engrossed in a game of shuttlecock in the neighbor’s yard. They had strung a net in the small space in front of their house. Geetha closed her door and headed towards Vimala’s. Bharat, mid-game, spotted her.

“Good evening, Miss.”

“Oh, evening.”

Bharat was intentionally letting Jatin win, a fact that made Jatin beam with pure joy. 

Geetha and Vimla watched, amused by the scene. Laughter bubbled up from them, infecting everyone with its lightheartedness. Then, Sri descended from upstairs, taking the racket from Jatin’s hand.

“Wait, I’ll play for a bit.”

Jatin pouted, clearly sulking. “Oh, brother, you’re taking mine.”

“Will you let me play for five minutes?” Sri pressed.

“Take Bharat bro’s,” Jatin grumbled.

“Why are you interfering, Sri, between them?” Geetha chided gently.

“Hey, they set up the net so well, and have shuttles, but he’s just wasting time playing with a little kid. Come on, Bharat, let’s play a match, eleven points, win against me.”

“Oh, we’re not big enough to win against you, bro,” Bharat replied, feigning humility. “We’re just playing because it’s a holiday today.”

“Hey… stop it. It’s been a long time since I played. Let’s play a quick round.”

The two began to play, their movements swift and precise, a stark contrast to the children’s more leisurely game. Geetha and Jatin found themselves with a singular task: watch the shuttlecock dart between Bharat’s and Sri’s sides, their heads swiveling back and forth in unison. For the first time, the shuttlecock fell near Bharat.

“Hey, Sri brother, first point!” Jatin cheered.

Geetha pulled Jatin close to her. “Let’s count their points,” she whispered.

This time, Sri served, but Bharat couldn’t receive it. All three burst into laughter. Bharat, looking a touch sulky, tossed the shuttlecock back to Sri.

“Sri bro, two points!” Jatin announced.

Sri served again. Bharat returned it, and after a rapid exchange of four or five more shots, Sri finally missed.

“Bharat bro, one point!” Jatin exclaimed.

The game continued, points accumulating, reaching five for Bharat and eight for Sri. As they played non-stop, Bharat's enthusiasm grew, and he truly began to showcase his skill. The shuttlecock struck the racket with a satisfying “thang” sound. The speed of their shots was relentless, and suddenly, with a forceful swing, the racket in Bharat’s hand snapped and fell to the ground.

Seeing his broken racket, Jatin burst into tears. “Mom, he broke my bat! He wouldn’t let me play when I wanted to.”

Bharat immediately went to Jatin, comforting him, while Geetha, standing nearby, chuckled. “I’ll buy you another one tomorrow, don’t cry,” Bharat promised.

“You, Sri, unfairly stopped them from playing,” Geetha admonished good-naturedly.

“Yes, why did you come, bro?” Bharat added, a hint of playful accusation in his voice.

“Oh, what did I do? He played like a big player and broke it. It’s not my fault,” Sri defended himself.

Hearing her son’s cries, Vimala emerged from her house. “Why are you crying?”

Geetha explained what had happened.

“Hey Bharat, you buy it,” Vimla stated.

“Yes, I’ll buy it, aunty. It’s my mistake,” Bharat readily agreed.

After the commotion settled, Sri went off somewhere, and Bharat followed Geetha into her house. He switched on the fan near the door and sat down. Geetha went inside and returned with a bottle of water.

“Uff… Thanks, Miss,” Bharat said, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

“You have a test tomorrow, and pre-finals in three days. Aren’t you afraid of studying that you came here to play?” Geetha teased.

He drank the water and placed the bottle on the teapoy next to him. “I brought my bag, Miss. I’ll study here.”

“Okay, okay,” Geetha conceded.

Right in front of her, Bharat stood up, his body glistening with sweat from the game, and casually pulled off his T-shirt. He retrieved a handkerchief from his bag and began to wipe himself down. 

Geetha, caught off guard, averted her gaze. 

Though Bharat was quite slender, his chest was broad. His athletic pursuits kept him fit. He was tall that his lips would reach Geetha’s eyes. A teenage boy's body, without much hair, yet with muscles slightly bulging on his chest and shoulders, and a few veins visible in the curves of his neck, he possessed an undeniable allure.

His stomach was flat with little protrusion of six pack. His chest swelled with each deep breath. Wiping the sweat from his neck, he moved the handkerchief downwards, rubbing it over his chest. He then looked up, his gaze meeting hers. He caught her staring. A shy smile touched his lips, and he placed a hand over his chest.

“Don’t look at me, Miss.”

Shyness glowed on Bharat’s cheeks, and Geetha found it utterly amusing.
“Your body is good, boy,” she said, a laugh escaping her lips.

Bharat beamed, lowering his face, consumed by shyness.

“What’s wrong, boy? Are you shy like a girl?” Geetha teased further.

“Stop it, Miss.”

“Haha…” Geetha’s fingers tingled with an insistent urge to touch Bharat. Suppressing the desire, she reached for the water bottle beside her. She stole another glance at Bharat’s chest, pretending not to be looking. Then, from seemingly nowhere, Bharat’s voice broke the silence.

“Miss, do you want to touch me?”

Geetha flinched, the bottle slipping from her grasp and falling to the floor. Bharat bent down, picked it up, and handed it back to her, his gaze locked with hers, a hint of shyness still in his eyes. Geetha’s breath hitched.

“Uh!… Not really…” she managed to stammer.

“Really, Miss?” He took a step closer, now just one step away from her. Geetha shifted the bottle from her right hand to her left. Noticing her subtle discomfort, Bharat's curiosity deepened. He wondered if she would touch him, and how she would react if he pushed the question again, fearing he might be overstepping.

"Ah!... Geetha, no, let him study."

"Who knows if such an opportunity will come again."

Caught in a silent battle between her mind and her body, Geetha slowly reached out and touched the middle of Bharat’s chest with her fingertips. He flinched at the unexpected touch of her cool hands. Bharat’s body odor enveloped her, a strangely intoxicating scent. She pressed her palm into the middle of his chest, stroking downwards, her hand reaching his stomach, feeling its firmness. It felt warm beneath her touch, and she bit her lower lip. 

Bharat noticed the gesture. His breathing quickened, and his chest became heavy, its firmness palpable beneath her fingers.

"How firm he is!"

He turned his face away, as if avoiding her gaze, anticipating her observation. When Geetha looked up, their eyes met. Geetha let out a small breath from her mouth. “Hh…”

“Miss…..” Bharat questioned, his eyes searching hers.

“How old are you, boy?”

“Miss…?”

“Hmm…. I’m asking your age?”

“Seventeen officially, Miss, don’t you know?”

As she gently rubbed her soft palm on his chest, just below his neck, Bharat’s heart pounded. He breathed out heavily, "Hah," and the warm breath hit Geetha’s face, intoxicating her. The warmth of his body sent delicious waves through her. As she made circular motions with her index finger on his chest, he tickled and squirmed.
“Stop it, Miss.”

Geetha’s gaze was full of lust as she stroked his left nipple with her finger.

“Hah… Miss.”

"Hah! I want to bite those shoulders."

"Hey Geetha, what are you doing? Stop yourself, stop."

She snapped back to reality and quickly removed her hand. Looking down, Bharat’s pants were bulging forward. Seeing that, she gave a shy smile and blinked her eyelashes. Bharat also noticed it and smiled slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Hey Bharat.”

“Yes, Miss.”

When she flinched, the bulge also seemed to move upwards. Geetha felt a surge of ecstasy looking at that sight. She smiled and, leaving the hall, went to her bedroom. Bharat, meanwhile, put on his T-shirt and sat down again, pulling out his books.


Geeta, with a refreshed sense of order, had just finished tidying the bedroom, the crisp new bedsheet a testament to her efforts. Broom in hand, she moved from room to room, sweeping away the day's dust. The whirring fan was switched off as she approached the sofa, where Bharat sat, feet propped up, engrossed in a book. As she swept around him, bending low to reach the outer edges, her back was momentarily turned. Bharat, eyes lifting from his pages, found his gaze drawn to her. Tall and curvaceous, her saree gathered at her waist, she presented a captivating figure. A flicker of desire crossed his face. For a fleeting two seconds, Geeta shifted to her left, her waist becoming visible. A thought, a whisper of suspicion, crossed her mind: Was he looking? She subtly turned her head, but Bharat had already averted his gaze.

Work concluded, she settled beside Bharat. He closed his book, his attention now solely on her.

"Miss, I don't feel like studying now," he declared.

Geeta playfully pinched his cheek. "If you don't study, I'm not the one who'll give you marks in exams, hero. How will you get score?"

"Miss, let's watch TV for a bit, Miss."

"No, you study."

He adopted a childlike pout, leaning forward, his gaze earnest as he pleaded, "Please... please Miss..."

Geeta's lips curved into a smile. "Okay..."

"Shall we at least look at the photos you took there the other day?"

"Hmm."

A sudden urge to relieve herself sent Geeta to the washroom. Bharat, eyeing Geeta's phone, then noticed a laptop near the TV. He picked it up, placed it on the tea stand, and settled back on the sofa, opening the lid. A password prompt appeared.

Emerging from the washroom, Geeta spotted forgotten bowls on the dining table and moved to take them to the kitchen. Bharat's voice stopped her.

"Miss, what's the laptop password?"

"Geeta2639."

In the flurry of her chores, Geeta had forgotten what she'd left open on her laptop. Bharat, having entered the password, watched as a Chrome page slowly loaded. Curiosity held him captive for a few moments, then the website fully appeared, displaying a porn video Geeta had paused mid-play.

A jolt of shock coursed through him. Simultaneously, a wave of panic washed over Geeta as she remembered. She came out of the kitchen, her eyes fixed on Bharat. 

Shock mirrored in his own, he immediately slammed the laptop shut, a tremor running through him, and darted a glance at Geeta, wondering if she had seen.

Their gazes met. 

Geeta, overwhelmed with shyness, buried her face in her hands. Bharat, turning his head away, covered his mouth, a suppressed laugh escaping him. Feeling utterly mortified, Geeta turned back, washed her hands, and returned to sit beside Bharat. Avoiding his gaze, she switched on the TV, focusing intently on the screen.

Bharat, still looking away, chuckled to himself, his shoulders shaking with amusement. 

Geeta couldn't ignore it.

"Enough, stop Bharat."

"S... Sorry, Miss."

She snatched the remote from his hand, an annoyed frown on her face, and changed the channel.

"Miss, do you watch things like that too?", he laughed a little loud.

She delivered a playful, feigned blow to his shoulder, a blush rising on her cheeks. "Stop Bharat, and anyway, for you to know such things at this young age, you're really spoiled."

"Oh, if teachers can be spoiled, why can't students be?"

"Stop Bharat, that's enough."

"S... Sorry, Miss..." he choked out, stifling another giggle.

She reached back and gently tapped his head. "Then what? You're doing too much!"

Bharat simply couldn't contain his laughter. "Geeta Miss is really missing sir," he managed between chuckles.

Her nose crinkled in irritation, and she pushed him away. "Go home today, you're doing too much."

He quieted down, then reached for her hand. "Sorry Miss, did I hurt you?"

Geeta adopted a sulky expression, turning her head away.

"Forgive me, Miss, I teased you. You always say to be good, and after seeing that, I just laughed. That's why... forgive me, Miss."

"Hmm... But who told you to take my laptop without my permission?"

"Forgive me, Miss... It's my mistake, I won't do it again."

"I'm your teacher, you're not even afraid of me."

Bharat, looked directly at her. "Miss, please don't be like that, you're so cute."

At his words, Geeta's cheeks flushed a vibrant red, like hibiscus flowers. A faint smile touched her lips, and she hid her face with the end of her saree.

"You've started again."

"Miss, look here."

She raised her gaze to meet his.

"Sorry Miss... I didn't mean to interfere in your personal matters. But we're friends, right? That's why I laughed. I'm truly sorry."

Bharat's sincere apology softened her. She said nothing, only pulled him closer. "You know how embarrassed I felt, right? These aren't things you talk about with just anyone, right?"

"Miss, I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"Hmm... But you're not at all scared of me, are you?" She pinched his shoulder hard.

"Ouch... Miss, why are you pinching again?"

"Ha... Are you watching things like this? You've become very spoiled."

"Oh, please stop, Miss, it hurts."

"Rascal, if I see you watching things like this again, I'll kill you!"

"I won't, Miss... But promise me one thing."

"What?"

"You shouldn't watch them either."

She playfully feigned anger and hit him. "Naughty fellow, telling me? Wait till I tell your family."

"Ah!... No, Miss, no."

"Hmm, study, take out your books. You're not even eighteen yet, and you're already watching so much. Anyway, first, we should blame the person who invented this smartphone; children are getting ruined."

Bharat chuckled. Geeta shot him an angry look, then he turned his attention to the TV. They both shared a laugh over two or three comedy scenes. After half an hour, Geeta turned off the TV.

"That's enough, study now."

He retrieved his books and began to study. Geeta sat beside him, meticulously stitching hooks onto a new saree blouse she had bought during her visit to her mother's house. Lost in thought, Bharat glanced up at Geeta. She swayed her head vertically, silently asking "What?", and he shook his head horizontally before returning to his book.

Geeta picked up her phone and called Gautam, but there was no answer. She tried two or three more times, and her message went unanswered as well. Annoyance simmered within her, so engrossed in her irritation that she didn't notice Bharat.

His focus on studying wavering, he playfully shifted closer, casually dbanging his arm behind her shoulders. He buried his face in the soft curve of her neck and gently kissed it. In a flash of anger, Geeta raised her hand and slapped Bharat hard across the cheek. 

Unprepared for the sudden strike, Bharat recoiled in alarm, moving to the far end of the sofa, a pitiful expression on his reddened cheek. He believed he had overstepped, prompting her angry reaction.

Geeta, too, remained still, unmoving. He rose, grabbed his bag, and started towards the door.

"Bharat, wait!"

He turned back, tears welling in his eyes. "Sorry, Miss..."

She immediately got up, caught his hand, stopped him, and pulled him back. He turned to face her, his gaze downcast, standing silently in a sulk.

"If you leave, I'll be bored, why are you leaving without telling me?"

He remained silent. She gently placed her index finger under his chin and lifted his head. His eyes, however, still avoided hers.

"Look."

"Sorry, Miss."

She smiled softly, affectionately brushing the hair from his forehead. "Look here."

He finally met her gaze. She offered a gentle, comforting smile. "What, is the puppy sulking because it got slap?"

"There's no puppy here, I'm a human."

"Haha... Will you sit next to me? Come, sit." She led him back to the sofa, seating him beside her, her arm around his shoulders, pulling him close.

"I'll never do that again without asking, Miss."

She placed her right hand on his face, drawing him close to her neck. He playfully blew a soft "Woof" into her ear, sending a pleasant shiver down Geeta's spine.

"No, you'll get angry."

She gently squeezed his chin and cheeks, leaning his face forward, looking into his eyes, and smiling. "It's nothing, okay? I'll say sorry for slapping you."

Suddenly, Bharat's index finger rested on Geeta's lips. Her eyes widened like a doll's, and she froze for a moment.

"Why you, no." He realized the unexpected gesture and quickly withdrew his finger. Geeta felt a wave of amusement. In an attempt to change the subject, Bharat suggested looking at the photos from Dubai.

Geeta took her phone and opened the gallery. As Bharat scrolled through, he saw Geeta in various dresses, noting how beautiful she looked in them. 



He looked at her and asked, "Miss, do you wear these dresses too?"

Geeta felt a surge of pleasure. She bit her lip and blushed. "No, he told me to wear them there..."

"Did you bring them, Miss?" Bharath blurted, his eyes wide with anticipation.

Geetha offered a faint smile and a slight nod. She gently took his left hand, cradling it within her own.

"Miss, could you come here for a moment? You're very cute," Bharath pleaded, and Geetha, taken aback and shy, felt a blush creep across her cheeks.



Her green dress, gathered at her knees, revealed a glimpse of her thighs. Bharath’s gaze lingered on her milky-white legs, his mouth watering. He pointed. "Miss, could you wear this? It looks really good."

"Bharath, please understand," Geetha replied, her voice soft, "I feel uncomfortable wearing such things in front of everyone."

"Miss, I'm the only one here. Please, just wear it once and show me, please Miss," he insisted.

Geetha playfully pinched his cheek and shook her head. "Not today, maybe some other time, okay?"

Bharath’s shoulders slumped, his lower lip tucked under his upper, like a disappointed puppy denied a treat.

"Hey, that's enough. study," Geetha urged.

"Please, Miss… You look so good, just once," he persisted, his voice a low whine.

"Won't you listen?" Geetha asked, a hint of exasperation in her tone.

"Hmm…"

She pulled him onto her lap, and he rested his head on her left shoulder. Slowly, deliberately, he kissed her shoulder.

"Hey…" Geetha murmured.

He offered a faint smile. As he shifted slightly, Bharath’s nose found its way between Geetha's cleavage and armpit. A delicate tremor ran through her. He inhaled deeply, savoring the subtle aroma.

"Oh, puppy, come up," Geetha chuckled.

"Your smell is so good," he mumbled contentedly.

"Oh, these are getting too much. You need another smack," she teased, though her voice held no real anger.

He moved up, resting his head on her shoulder once more. "Miss, tomorrow is my birthday."

"Oh, really? So you'll be seventeen tomorrow," Geetha replied.

"That… my mom registered my age one year less, Miss. According to that, I'm seventeen, but I'll be eighteen tomorrow," Bharath confessed.

"Oh, so the puppy will also get voting rights, I see…" she laughed, a bright, clear sound.

"Don't call me a puppy, Miss," Bharath protested, though a faint smile played on his lips.

Geetha playfully gripped his hand, twisting his fingers.

"Ah…!"

Just then, Bharath remembered the money his father had given him for the tour. He rummaged in his bag, pulled out the cash, and handed it to Geetha.

"What's this? Why?" she asked, bewildered.

"Tour money, Miss."

"No, you keep it. It's your birthday tomorrow, right? Buy a dress," she insisted, pushing the money back into his hand.

"No, Miss, I won't celebrate tomorrow."

Geetha tried again. "Even so, I don't need anything. Buy something for yourself."

"No, no, Miss, don't give me your money. I'll ask Dad, it's fine."

"Okay, let's do one thing," Geetha conceded.

"Hmm?"

"You broke Jatin's racket, right? Let's go to the shop and buy one."

"Miss, I'll buy him one tomorrow," Bharath tried to protest.

"Listen to me and let's go, that's it," she said with finality.

They drove to the shop. While picking out a badminton racket for Jatin, Geetha’s mind drifted to Sriram's words when Bharath and he were discussed that day. Her gaze fell upon a sleek badminton racket. She picked up a lightweight Yonex. Bharath’s eyes widened in shock, then softened into a smile.

"Miss, not such an expensive one, Miss. He'll break it. That's five thousand, branded, you know," he cautioned.

"This is for you, Bharath," Geetha announced.

Bharath felt as if the air had been knocked out of him. His words caught in his throat, a surge of disbelief mixed with an undeniable thrill.

"Do you like it?" Geetha asked softly.

"Mmm… why for me, Miss?" Bharath mumbled, though his gaze was fixed on the racket. 

He wouldn't admit it aloud, but he was utterly captivated. To play in that academy, such rackets were essential. With barely enough money for college fees, owning one and paying academy fees had been an unattainable dream.

With an affectionate smile, Geetha drew closer and handed him the racket. A small, joyful smile, bright and unbidden, blossomed on Bharath’s lips.

Geetha then took out her credit card and walked towards the counter. She noticed some sports shoes and glanced at Bharath. He shook his head, a blush of confusion on his face, refusing them. She paid the bill.

After they returned home and gave Jatin his new shuttle, Geetha stepped inside, and Bharath immediately wrapped her in a tight embrace. A sudden, comforting warmth enveloped Geetha, and his chest felt wonderfully solid against hers. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him, returning the hug.

"Thank you, Miss… Thank you so much," he murmured, his voice muffled against her neck. 

As he spoke, he rubbed his nose into the curve of her neck, sending a wave of heat through Geetha. The handle of the racket, still clutched in his hand, lightly poked her waist, a playful tickle.

"Ah… Bharath," she gasped softly.

He released her and stepped back, but Geetha stopped him. She ran her fingers through his hair, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"Consider this your birthday gift, Bharath," she said.

Bharath beamed, looking down, his smile radiant.

"Come…" Geetha whispered, pulling him back into the crook of her neck. He began to kiss her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Reaching back, he closed the house door. As he moved the hand holding the racket, it brushed against Geetha's back, a strange sensation of warmth in her chest and coolness along her spine, utterly lost in the moment.

"Ss…" Geetha sighed.

"Thanks, Miss. After tenth grade, I wanted to join that academy, but I didn't have a racket like this," Bharath confessed.

"Don't talk. I know, I’ve heard what Shriram and you discussed," she whispered, pulling him closer again. He began to nip at her neck with his lips.

"Ah… Slowly," Geetha urged.

"Mmm."

She gently held his hair, guiding him to the right. He kissed her neck, moving upwards, then kissed under her chin, went to the right, and then gently sucked on her earlobe. His left hand sensuously kneaded Geetha’s right shoulder.

"Mmmm…uh" she hummed softly.

Bharath's erection pressed against Geetha’s left thigh. He kissed her ear and came down, tracing a path along her neck, then moving to her chest, just above the saree border. As he kissed her chest, Geetha instinctively held his head tightly against her.

The pleasure Bharath evoked felt warm and intoxicating. He continued to kiss, moving to her left armpit and kissing her shoulder, visible next to her blouse strap, making Geetha's blood thrum with exhilaration.

Geetha placed her hand on Bharath’s chest, gently pushing him back. "Enough, enough. Go home. You've been here for a long time today."

He held her hand on his chest, caressing her fingers, and a shiver of pleasure ran through her.

"Miss, will you wear that dress for me tomorrow?" Bharath asked, his eyes shining with hope.

Geetha smiled, a radiant glow illuminating her face.

He leaned forward, kissing her neck once more.

"Ah…" Geetha gasped.

"Please Miss… Umm."

Geetha lightly licked under his chin. "Enough, Bharath, stop."

"Miss, a little more."

She stopped him by placing her hands firmly on his chest. "Okay, okay, for you tomorrow."

Bharath shook with delight, a sparkle dancing in his eyes. Geetha's cheeks reddened, a delightful blush.

"Naughty fellow, go," she said, a playful reprimand in her voice.

He happily grabbed his bag and, with a spring in his step, ran home.
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To be continued……..

[Haran000]

The dinner dishes were cleared when Geeta's phone rang, Gautam's name lighting up the screen. She answered, a manufactured huff in her voice. "I'm not talking to you."

"Hey, I didn't notice!" Gautam's cheerful tone was oblivious to her feigned anger.

"Hmm," she hummed, a hint of genuine pique seeping in, "your calls have become less frequent lately?"

"How can you say that?" he protested, surprised.

"When I was in the mood and called, you said you were busy. I thought you'd call back, you know." Her voice held a note of accusation.

"But I called now, didn't I?" he countered, a touch of exasperation.

"Now I'm not in the mood," she declared, folding her arms across her chest even though he couldn't see her.

"Oh... Madam is angry," he teased, a smile in his voice.

"Hmm..." she conceded, a small smile playing on her lips despite herself.

Then, a soft, exaggerated kissing sound echoed through the phone. Geeta couldn't help but laugh. He did it again, and again, and again.

“Mwah…Mwah…Mwah”

"Haha... That's enough," she giggled, trying to sound stern.

"Then show me now," he pressed, his voice a low purr.

"Show what?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"Boobies," he replied, and Geeta could almost see his mischievous grin.

"Aha..." she responded, a blush creeping up her neck.

"Darling, listen to some news," he announced, changing the subject.

"What is it?" she asked, curiosity piqued.

"I'm going to Canada in another week, two months of work there."

"Really?" Her voice held a mix of surprise and delight.

"Hmm... will you come for a few days?"

"Yes, I'll come." The words were out before she could properly think.

"Once the date is fixed, I'll come home and we'll go together," he planned.

"Oh no, that might not be possible," she quickly interjected, a slight frown forming.

"What happened... about college?" he asked, sensing her hesitation.

"Yes, there are exams," she confirmed.

"Never mind, you come here before I return from there," he suggested, undeterred.

"Yes... that's okay," she agreed, a warmth spreading through her.

"Darling, can you come home once?" she asked, a sudden wave of loneliness washing over her.

"Why?"

"Hmm... I'm feeling lonely."

"Me too. Okay, I'll come home before I go there," he promised, his voice softening.

"Hmm..." she murmured contentedly.

"What else?" he prompted.

"Oh, it's Bharat's birthday tomorrow," she suddenly remembered.

"Really? I should wish him."

"Go ahead."

"Should we buy him a gift?" Gautam asked, ever generous.

"I bought him a shuttle racket this evening, I didn't tell you."

"What's wrong with that? It's fine. Anyway, we were thinking of getting him a gift, so it works out."

"Hmm, I thought the same," she admitted. "You know, he took it and hugged me while saying thanks."

"Oh... good thing the kid didn't kiss you." Gautam's voice held a playful edge of jealousy.

"He did," she confessed, a slight pause before the words.

"Hehe... Where?" The jealousy was replaced by amusement.

"On my neck."

"Oh, I thought it was somewhere else." His voice dropped to a suggestive whisper.

"Hey... shameless!" Geeta playfully chided, a blush creeping into her cheeks.

"What's wrong with that... you're very cute, right? The kid must have found you adorable."

"Chee, go away!" she laughed, swatting at the air as if he were there.

"Then let him study, or he might just keep looking at you." Gautam chuckled deeply. 

"Hahaha..."

A while later, after ending her call with Gautam, Geeta drifted through her routine, sipping water and tying her hair into a comfortable bun. Just as she was about to surrender to sleep, her phone vibrated with a message. It was from Bharat.

Bharat: Miss, have you eaten?

"What's this new?" Geeta wondered, a curious frown on her face.

Geeta: Yes, I have. Haven't you slept yet?

Bharat: I was about to sleep, Miss, but...

Geeta: But...?

Bharat: That thing from this evening, Miss, I remembered it.

A prickle of apprehension, then curiosity, ran through her. Geeta: That thing, what?

Bharat: That, Miss... when I kissed your neck.

Geeta felt a warmth flood her face, an emoji of a blushing smile appearing on her screen, though she hadn't typed it.

Bharat: You're so soft, Miss.

A shiver ran down her spine. "Bharat, go to sleep, okay? Good night," she typed, her fingers trembling slightly.

Bharat: Good night, Miss.

After putting the phone down, a profound shyness settled over her. Bharat's unexpectedly flattering words and the lingering warmth from his touch earlier that evening stirred a growing excitement within her.

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The college felt strangely hollow as Geetha arrived early, the usual bustling hallways hushed in the pre-dawn quiet. As she ascended the entrance stairs, her footsteps echoed, a stark reminder of the stillness. Nearing the seventh-grade classroom, a flicker of movement by a pillar caught her eye, causing her to slow. Bharat and Vikas were there, engrossed in conversation. Geetha considered a polite greeting to Bharat but dismissed the idea, continuing past them.

Further down, an open classroom revealed Harish and Vandana, seated close on a bench, hands intertwined, their voices a low murmur. Geetha's eyebrows rose in surprise. In a swift, almost imperceptible motion, Harish leaned in, a quick press of lips against Vandana's before he pulled back. Geetha’s breath hitched, a silent gulp escaping her. Shock propelled her forward, her steps quickening.

"Oh God, they aren't even eighteen yet, and they're already kissing. 

Tsk, tsk... doing everything openly".

Nearby, Vikas's voice carried, "Did they say when the farewell party is?"

"I don't know, man," Bharat replied, his tone dismissive.

"Exams are also approaching, they're talking about pre-finals, so when will they hold the farewell?" Vikas pressed.

"Maybe at the end of this month."

A sudden shift in Vikas's tone, laced with an unsettling curiosity, made Geetha instinctively tense. "Hey, are you following Geetha teacher?"

Bharat’s response was immediate and defensive. "No, why?"

"You like her, don't you?" Vikas prodded.

"Leave it, ra."

Vikas leaned in, his whisper carrying a predatory edge. "You know her husband isn't here?"

"Yeah, that's right." Bharat's voice was low, almost reluctant.

"Teacher is so hot, man. You touched her last time, right? Try again, she'll fall for you."

Bharat's voice was tight with disapproval. "Stop it, you. Last time was just a chance." 

Vikas’s words were vulgar, raw, and Bharat, repulsed, abruptly cut off the conversation.

Today, Geetha wore the familiar black saree, the same one she had worn on that memorable day in the kitchen when Bharat had tasted her sweat. Entering the classroom, her gaze instinctively darted to Bharat’s usual seat, but it was empty. Her eyes swept across the room, finally locating him on the last bench, deep in conversation with Vikas. 

Sometimes, friendships were dictated by status. Harish, once a close friend, had grown distant, a subtle jealousy simmering as Bharat's influence quickly grew. Vikas had since filled that void, his proximity to Bharat solidifying his place, even shifting his seating arrangement.

After class, feigning a trip for water, Geetha stepped out, acutely aware of a presence behind her. She walked, a silent shadow following, all the way to the staff room. A strange sensation, this feeling of being observed, a peculiar detachment that often accompanied such moments, as if an unknown force whisked away anyone else who might be near.

"Bharat, what are you doing here?" Geetha's voice was calm, though an internal tremor ran through her.

"Miss, you look very beautiful in this black saree," Bharat responded, his voice soft, almost a caress.

Geetha turned towards the cupboard, a nervous swallow preceding a faint smile. "I'm a teacher here, Bharat, you shouldn't follow me like this. Go to class."

As Geetha reached for her handbag inside the cupboard, he positioned himself behind her. Her buttery white back was partially exposed, two inches of her waist visible beneath the strap of her blouse, the edge of her saree swaying gently in the fan's breeze. As she stretched, reaching into the cupboard, the skin between her shoulder blades tightened, a taut curve that seemed to draw his gaze. Unable to resist, Bharath extended his index finger, tracing a slow path down her spine, from her neck downwards. Geetha shivered, a prickle of goosebumps rising on her skin. She twisted slightly, a soft sound escaping her lips. "Mmm..."

He gently moved her braid aside with his finger, then leaned his face close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "So soft, Miss."

"Hmm..." Geetha murmured, her thoughts a jumble. She turned, intending to finally acknowledge him, but he was gone. 

The space behind her was empty. Had he truly been there, or just her hallucination?

-

[Haran000]

6. Sweetest Gift Ever

That evening, as Bharat left college, he spotted Geeta driving away in her car—an unusual sight, as she never drove to college. It struck him as odd. After a brief chat with Vikas, he headed home.

           At home, the sweet aroma of gulab jamun sweets filled the air. His mother had prepared them for his birthday. With no one else around, he indulged, enjoying four or five with his tea. He changed into a comfortable T-shirt and cotton track pants, then picked up his bag.

"Are you going to tuition today too?" Sushila, his mother, asked.

"Yes, Mom, why?"

"I just thought you wouldn't," she replied, a hint of something unsaid in her voice.

Bharat, sensing her hesitation, offered, "You don't want me to? Should I tell the teacher?"

"No, it's fine, go on," she said, waving him off.

From there, he made his way to Geeta's house. As he stepped inside, he was met with an unexpected sight: Vimala, Jathin, and Sriram were already there. 

A wave of shyness washed over him. 

A cake box sat on the tea stand, a clear sign that this wasn't an ordinary tuition session.

Vimala approached him, a warm smile on her face. "Happy Birthday, Bharat," she greeted.

"Thanks, Auntie," he replied, still a little taken aback.

Sriram chimed in, "Many many happy returns, Bharat."

"Thanks, bro..." Bharat grinned as Sri handed him a small, beaded hand band. He immediately, and happily, slipped it onto his wrist.

Next, Jathin came forward, an exam pad in hand. "Happy Birthday, Anna," he said.

"Thank you, ra, umm," Bharat responded, playfully kissing Jathin's head.

"Anna, you have exams, right? Dad told me to give you this pad," Jathin explained.

Geeta then appeared, taking Bharat's hand and offering her birthday wishes. Seeing all of them there, a genuine sparkle lit up Bharat's eyes.

"Why are you wearing night clothes like this today too, looking so thin? You should wear good clothes," Vimala remarked, breaking the warm moment.

Bharat, caught off guard, remained silent and shy. Sensing his discomfort, Geeta quickly intervened, gently calming Vimala.

The four of them gathered around, cutting the cake with immense joy. Bharat and Jathin, caught up in the festive spirit, even played songs and danced. Meanwhile, Sriram quietly departed. Geeta cut a slice of cake and went upstairs to give some to Swaroopa. Soon after, Vimala and Jathin also headed home.

Bharat happily slumped onto the sofa, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "I didn't expect this, Miss," he confessed.

"Is the cake good?" Geeta asked, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, it's good, soft like you," he replied, a playful glint in his eye.

"Hey…" Geeta murmured, a small, shy smile gracing her face as she gently pinched his shoulder. "Okay, it's over, so take out your books. I'll make you practice. You wrote a test today; I'll tell you your marks after I correct it tomorrow."

Bharat retrieved his book and began to study. Geeta smiled and walked into the kitchen to clean the plates. A short while later, Bharat followed.

Geeta stood at the sink, scrubbing, her black saree tucked into her waist, revealing a captivating silhouette. Her arm moved in and out, a fleeting glimpse, then hidden again. When she tilted her neck slightly, her wet hair clung to the back of her neck. Bharat stood at the doorway, looking up, and then moved closer.

"Tell me, Bharat, do you have any doubt?" Geeta asked, without turning.

"No, Miss."

"Then why did you come? Go study.”

He moved to her left, resting one hand on the counter. "Miss, I shouldn't have come like that in the staff room?"

"Hmm," she hummed.

"I made a mistake, Miss."

She finished her task, washed her hands, and dried them with her saree's pallu. She wiped her forehead with the pallu and finally met his gaze. "Don't come like that again, okay?"

"Miss, now we are friends, right?" he asked, a slight smile playing on his lips. She winked playfully.

"Ha Bharat," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

He leaned forward, intending to put his nose near her ear, but she covered her face, stopping him. Stroking his cheek with her fingers, she said, "It's not good if you keep doing this, ra."

Bharat, unsure of Geeta's intention, let his gaze fall downwards. "Sorry, Miss…" he murmured, looking down sadly and turning to leave.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He turned back to look at her. She placed both hands under his face and, with a small smile, pulled him closer.

"No," he said softly.

"It's okay, ra," she assured him.

He leaned his neck forward, rubbing his nose against Geeta's neck, just below her ear. A small warmth spread through her body. She lifted her neck and closed her eyes. Bharat put his hand around her neck and held her.

"I feel like kissing you," he whispered.

"Go ahead," she breathed.

He gently kissed her neck below her left cheek. A small, yearning breath escaped her lips. "Hah…"

He kissed her shoulder bone again. She twisted slightly, and he held her left shoulder firmly with his right hand.

Without stopping, he moved towards her armpit, breathing heavily. Each exhale brushed warmly against her body, making her tingle. When he pressed her armpit with his lips, a pleasant sensation coursed through her, making her tremble slightly.

He buried his nose under her armpit. At that touch, Geeta's arms felt light, and she lifted her hands to hold Bharat's head for support. As he pushed his nose further into her armpit, savoring the bodily aroma, Geeta's restlessness grew.

As he tasted her body's fragrance with his nose, it ascended to his forehead. She held him firmly, her fingers entwined in Bharat's hair. He puckered his lips and gave a small kiss.
"Iss…" she sighed.

That intoxicating scent mingled with his breath, and he savored it, becoming aroused. 

Geeta's fragrance was inexhaustible, no matter how long he inhaled, and Bharat's desire was insatiable. 

For over fifteen minutes, she didn't pull away, and Bharat didn't move. Bharat could feel Geeta's body moving with waves of pleasure. He lowered both hands slightly and held her under her armpits, just above her waist. Bharat's little finger on her left side touched the warm upper edge of her waist, and she could do nothing but flinch.

Touching the soft body of his beautiful Miss, that touch ignited his desires.

He kept his face under her armpit, inhaling the scent, getting intoxicated. Geeta was anxiously trying to control herself, wondering how much longer he would hold her like this. 

In another five minutes, he kissed her two or three times. Geeta also leaned back. Biting her lips, she tightly clenched her fist on Bharat's shoulder. Bharat, floating in a daze, came to her right side and bit the folds between her breast and armpit with his lips. Geeta released Bharat's shoulder with a jolt and raised her hand. He kissed her there.

"Ah… b…" she gasped.

Bharat brought his right hand down and placed it on Geeta's hips below her waist. He put strength on the kitchen counter with his left hand. When he buried his nose in her right armpit, Geeta felt light-headed. She felt as if the ground under her feet had disappeared, and she lifted her soles, flinching. 

Then Bharat's cock touched under her left thigh, and her student's intense yearning for her fragrance, just that thought, made her tingle.

Losing control of her body, she lifted her raised hand even higher and grasped the plate stand on the wall. With her left hand, she gripped Bharat's neck, under his head. Bharat, intoxicated, inhaled her body scent, going crazy. His warm breath from his nose made her armpit hot, bringing out the inner steam.

Unable to suppress his desire, he fully buried his face in her raised armpit and, with dry lips, pressed a hot kiss into the damp sweat.

"Aaah…" she moaned lustfully.

She gripped Bharat's neck and pressed him closer. Taking advantage of this, Bharat bit Geeta's blouse with his lips, making his own lips wet.

Trembling with tickles, Geeta whispered, "Mmmmmm, that's enough, ra."

Bharat's nose and lips were covered in her sweat. Geeta have had enough. She thought if it went on longer, it would be difficult, so she pulled Bharat back. She looked into his eyes nervously. Bharat looked at her lustfully and licked the sweat accumulated on his lips. 

Seeing that sight, Geeta felt a tremor between her legs. Bharat had done this to her for so many minutes, making her breathing rapid. She was slightly panting.

"B… Bharat, you shouldn't trouble me, right?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.

"Yes, Miss."

"That's enough, go now."

"But Miss, your smell…"

She held Bharat's chin with both hands, gently kissed his forehead, soothing him. Bharat smiled faintly in shock at that kiss. Geeta did too.

"You're a good puppy, right? You should listen to me," she said softly.

"Umm… Okay, Miss," he agreed.

Geeta was contemplating wearing the dress Bharat had asked about yesterday when a doubt arose. What if Bharat said he'd touch her feet and then kissed her like before? He had already ignited a fire, and if it went a little further, she might melt. Just then, Bharat, as he was leaving the kitchen, turned back and asked a question. This greatly surprised Geeta.

"Miss, don't you have a sleeveless blouse? I mean, don't you wear such things? Many people are wearing them these days, aren't you used to them? You're very beautiful, so wouldn't you look even better wearing sleeveless?"

When this string of questions reached Geeta's ears all at once, hearing them piqued her curiosity.

“What is he saying? He's shy but still telling me he wants to see me wear something like that. If it happens again like it just did, oh my. If I show him the mehndi-colored one I wore when we went to Ooty, he might look at my arms as if he wants to bite them. How can I wear something like that in front of him?”

While she was thinking this, a hidden warm desire within her also brought another thought.

Geeta, here he's not like your student. Go, change into that saree right now, and if you come in it, you can tempt him for a little longer. You can enjoy it a lot.

"I told you yesterday, ra, I'm shy to wear such things," Geeta said, a slight hesitation in her voice.

"Okay, Miss. But you said yesterday you'd wear that dress."

"No, I'm shy."

"Miss, Miss, don't refuse, you said yesterday, right?" he pleaded.

"Okay, okay," she conceded with a sigh.

"Miss, Mom made sweets, I forgot, they're in the bag, she told me to give them to you."

"Wait, Bharat, I'll eat them after I shower, okay?"

"Then that dress?"

"I'll wear it, for you," she promised.

Bharat grinned like a child who had just given chocolate.

Geeta went to shower and closed the bedroom door. Bharat waited for her, sitting and counting the letters in his book without actually reading.

[Haran000]

In the bathroom, Geeta stood undressed, her fingers instinctively moving. She let her left hand drift down and touch between her legs. She found it difficult to pull her hand away, and her cheeks flushed. The thought of her student asking her to wear something, and her taking him into her lap, and the pleasure it brought her—all of it was a new experience.

When she turned the shower knob, a sudden rush of hot water drenched her from head to toe, soothing her heated body.

After showering, she wrapped herself in a towel and stood in front of the mirror, drying and combing her hair. She opened the clothes cupboard and took out the dress Bharat had mentioned. She held it up to herself first, examining it in the mirror. It was above her knees, revealing her lower thighs. She felt a wave of shyness.

“No, Geeta, just because he asked, you don't need to wear this.”

“If I wear it, I want to hear what he says.”

She put on a gray bra and panty, and over them, she slipped on the cotton white-designed mehndi-colored frock, feeling a quiet delight. She slightly opened the door and peeked out, noticing the main door was open.

"Bharat, can you close the house door?" she called softly.

Bharat looked towards the bedroom, only Geeta's head visible from behind the door. "Why, Miss?"

"Close it, Bharat, someone might see."

Bharat put his hand over his mouth and chuckled to himself. He went and closed the door.

Geeta closed her own door. She took off her ankle bracelets, deciding they wouldn't go well with the dress. She changed her earrings and replaced her bangles with a bracelet. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped out.

The click of the door brought Bharath's head up instantly. Geetha stood there, bashful, her hands instinctively flying to cover her face. Bharath, however, was mesmerized. Fresh from a shower, her body glowed with a jasmine-like freshness, her milky white thighs peeking from the hem of her short dress. With her face hidden, she looked as innocent and shy as a girl.

A smile threatened to escape Bharath. He rose and walked towards her, leaning in to whisper huskily near her ear, "Miss...."

Geetha remained still. Gently, he lowered her left hand from her face. She peered at him, one eye peeking out, a delightful glint within.

"Why so shy, Miss? There's no one here," Bharath teased.

She had wrestled with her modesty even when Gautham, her husband, had asked her to wear the dress. But this, standing before Bharath in such attire, felt different, surprisingly audacious. A faint shiver ran through her knees, a ripple of anxiety, as she bit her lower lip. She dropped her hands and stood fully. Bharath’s gaze swept over her, a slow appreciation. He took a deep, deliberate breath, exhaling as his eyes lingered on her thighs.

"Miss, uff.... you look so hot."

That was it. Geetha's heart plummeted. She spun around, darting into the room, and the door clicked shut behind her.

Bharath, impatient, knocked. "Oh, Miss, what happened? Why did you leave like that? Come."

"Bharath, I feel shy when you say things like that," came her muffled reply.

"Okay, I won't say it. Come, Miss."

A silent debate waged within Geetha's mind: Oh… the way he's looking at my legs, he's kissing them with his gaze. Those piercing looks penetrate the edges of my frock and tickle me. Honestly, if he touches me now, would I stop? No, I can't. What if I…..

"Miss, come, let's eat sweets," Bharath coaxed again.

With a final click, the door opened, and Geetha emerged, a faint smile playing on her lips. Bharath's eyes immediately dropped to her thighs. Geetha, in turn, subtly pressed the edges of her dress towards the floor with her hands. Bharath’s smile deepened, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Don't look like that...." she murmured.

"Miss, you are cute and hot."

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she glanced down at her own legs. Her eyes then, almost against her will, snagged on Bharath's crotch. His shorts bulged noticeably. Her heart fluttered, and the realization that it was because of her sent a sudden rush of heat between her thighs.

Bharath seemed oblivious, his eyes still devouring her. He took her hand and led her towards the TV, settling her on the sofa. He sat to her right and pulled a tiffin box from his bag, revealing the Gulab Jamuns his mother had prepared.

"Wait, I'll get the bowls," Geetha offered.

"I'll get them, Miss. You sit." He went to the kitchen, returned with a bowl, placed four jamuns in it, and handed it to her. She ate one.

"They are very good, Bharath," she said, her voice soft.

As she chewed, the sweet syrup clung to her lips, and her cheeks puffed out, making her look utterly adorable to Bharath. He gazed at her, a silent longing in his eyes. Geetha felt a blush creep up her neck.

"No one would believe you're married, Miss."

"Bharath, didn't I tell you not to talk like that?"

"Miss, your cheeks are also like Gulab Jamuns."

Geetha was even more flattered. She pouted, her pupils flitting nervously, unable to meet his gaze.

"Bharath, enough with your flirting."

"No, Miss, I'm telling the truth."

"Hmm." She set down her empty bowl, then picked up a jamun from the box with two fingers and offered it to Bharath's mouth. "Once again, Happy Birthday," she said with a smile. 

As her fingers left the jamun and brushed his lips, he closed them gently, trapping her index finger between them. 

Geetha froze, her pupils dilating. Her lips parted slightly in a sweet, surprised pout. 

Bharath eagerly sucked the jamun juice from her finger. 

Geetha stared intently at his lips as he took her entire finger into his mouth and licked it.
"Umm.... it's so sweet, Miss."

At his words, Geetha's lips trembled, and between her legs... a commotion began in her mouth and lips. She found herself licking Bharath's thumb too, still frozen like a statue. 

Quickly, she pulled away and silently turned her face towards the TV.

Naughty Geetha: "Kiss, Geetha, kiss him!"
Good conscience: "It won't stop with a kiss, no, don't."

For a while, silence reigned.

"Bharath, do you want to study, or watch TV for a while?" Geetha finally asked.

Bharath was lost in his own thoughts, his gaze fixed on Geetha's thighs, a fact she had already noticed.

"Tell me?" she prompted.

"Ah!... As you wish, Miss." He hadn't even registered her question. He simply uttered the polite phrase.

Geetha turned on the TV, and they watched in silence.

Bharath wrestled with his inner desire, unsure how to voice it. Pretending to be engrossed in the program, he casually placed his hand on Geetha's right knee. His cold touch sent a shiver through her already warm body. Gently, he moved his palm up about a span. 

Geetha's legs felt warm beneath his hand. She didn't know how to react, yet a part of her wanted to stop him.

"Bharath, you shouldn't put your hand on a woman's thigh, it's wrong." Deep down, however, she secretly wished his hand would stay there. 

Despite her words, Bharath was too consumed by his stirring desires to truly listen. His youth was urging him on. Assuming her mild protest meant she wouldn't object further, he grew impatient.

"Miss, aren't your legs hurting?"

Geetha remembered his earlier actions and looked away. "I know what you'll do, no." She placed her hand over his and moved it up. She looked at him and gave a small smile.

Bharath made the same puppy-dog face again. "Miss, just once, you yourself said it would be very relaxing for you."

"You're becoming too naughty."

"Miss, please, if you want, give me a test tomorrow. I'll study an extra hour and write it."

Geetha laughed. "Hey, do you want punishment?"

"Miss......" He pouted miserably, looking at her. Geetha playfully pinched his cheeks.

"Puppy, you're not listening at all today."

"I'll turn off the TV."

"Why? I'm watching, aren't I?"

"Miss, close your eyes and lean back."

"Hmm, okay." Geetha closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa.

Bharath sat down, lifted Geetha's left leg, and placed her foot on his shoulder. Before he could look up, Geetha's anxiety flared. Dressed in a frock, she worried her thighs and panties might show. She grabbed a sofa cushion and placed it across her thighs. Bharath hadn't initially intended to look there, but seeing her action, he understood and smiled to himself.

He stared intently at her legs, and just like that other day, he began to press her left foot and caress her toes. As he placed his two thumbs on her sole and rubbed in circles, Geetha began to feel a profound relief. Slowly, he brought his hands up and kneaded the calf below her knee. Geetha shivered.

"Oh.... gently."

He gently massaged his fingers downwards. Her nerves felt light. With his nail, he delicately traced the bone in front. Geetha's whole body tingled.
"Ah.... H...."

He took her right leg and repeated the action, pressing the sole of her foot, and then kissed her big toe. Geetha felt comfortable, saying nothing. He massaged the sides of her leg up to her knee and stopped, then did the same with her left leg, before returning to kiss her left big toe. He held her delicate toe between his teeth and bit it playfully. Geetha bit her lips and twisted slightly.

"Hey..... don't do that."

He pressed her foot with his fingers and began to kiss her other toes. Geetha watched with a small smile, then closed her eyes as if not paying attention. He began to suck each toe. He moved to her right leg and did the same. She opened one eye again, quickly closing it before Bharath could see. But Bharath noticed Geetha had looked, a small smile on her lips. He kissed the top of her foot and moved upwards, kissed below her knee, and then his lips touched the creamy edge of her thigh just above her knee.

Suddenly, Geetha began to feel ecstatic. He went back and placed his tongue near her wrist, licking upwards, and she shivered coldly, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Iss...."

He came and gently bit the soft skin on the inner side of her thigh, below the knee, with his lips. Unable to bear it, she tried to stop him by putting her hand on Bharath's head, but there was no grip. Bharath put his tongue in the crease below her knee and licked upwards, then moved to her left leg. Geetha placed a pillow as a barrier, but the milky white expanse of her thighs, as far as the dress allowed, continued to be a feast for Bharath's eyes. He placed a thick kiss on her left thigh. Geetha tingled.

"Ah...." She bit her lower lip and nodded vertically. Bharath slid both his palms up her knees and settled them beneath her thighs. The warmth ignited a craving in Geetha, and she lifted her thighs slightly. He buried both hands under her thighs. Geetha's thighs rested comfortably in Bharath's hands. As he savored their softness and tenderness, Bharath's body warmed. His beloved Geetha Miss's tender thighs were now in his hands. Excitement surged from within, creeping into his crotch and making it hot. Moment by moment, Bharath's hands generated intense heat beneath Geetha's thighs.

A tingling started between her thighs. She slightly spread both her legs. Now Bharath's face was between Geetha's two knees. Her legs formed a V-shape, and her two feet intertwined in front of Bharath's crotch as he knelt. With eight fingers under Geetha's thighs, he lifted his two thumbs and pressed them onto the front of her thigh. Geetha's breath caught for a moment.

"Mmm....."

He kissed the soft calves on the inner side of her knees, back and forth. Geetha swayed.
"Mmm...."

His knees on the floor weren't stable. He tried to steady himself by moving a little closer to the sofa. His crotch touched Geetha's right big toe. That's it... ugh... it's shaking. Geetha trembled at that touch. She pulled her toes back and then pressed her big toe against his crotch. This time, Bharath shivered. He passionately puckered his lips and placed a deep kiss on the inner side of Geetha's right thigh.

"Sss."

He kept his lips pressed to her thigh and from there, moved down below her knee and back up again. Geetha was wriggling. He slid his four fingers a little further up. They were buried a span away from Geetha's buttocks. Geetha hadn't expected Bharath's hands to reach that far. The tremor in his fingers was spreading through Geetha's body. He kissed her left thigh and rubbed his nose. He went up to the edge of her dress and made saliva stick there. Geetha opened her eyelids halfway and looked. Bharath's crotch was swaying, touching her fingers, and making her legs tremble. Her big toe and middle finger pressed against the tip of his penis. Bharath felt another tremor. She pressed and stroked it there, and shyly to herself, she pressed and released it forward, and it swayed back, touching her fingers.

Bharath kissed her milky, creamy legs, moving back, licking here and there, going to her feet, kissing each toe, and sending shivers through Geetha. As he bit each toe, Geetha squirmed. Her body was trembling. He came up again. This time too, she allowed him to place his hands under her thighs.

Both of them were sweating. This time, it wasn't kisses on her warm thighs; he actually stuck out his tongue and lightly licked her left thigh. As the cold tongue touched her heated body, a small storm gathered between her legs.

"Aaah...." She moaned, pulled her head away from the sofa, leaned forward, opened her eyes, and held Bharath's head. Bharath looked straight up. His gaze was intoxicating. 

Since there was no response from Geetha, he licked her right thigh. Her nerves tingled.
"Iss... Bharath...." She clenched her fist in his hair.

"Umm.... you're so smooth, Miss, umm." He kept kissing her calves above the knees without stopping. Geetha was taking deep breaths, trying to control herself. She released Bharath's head. Breathing a little more steadily, "Stop, enough."

He got up and came and sat next to her. Being next to Bharath made her feel warm. She put her arm around his shoulders, hugging him a little. They looked at each other.
"You liked it, didn't you, Miss?"

"Ha..." she said, letting out a warm breath, unable to speak.

"I did it without telling you. You're not angry, are you?" Bharath's gaze was very innocent, like a child's, as was the way he asked the question.

"Uh.. uh…." she shook her head horizontally.

After a few minutes of silence, Bharath closed his eyes and rested his head on Geetha's shoulder.

"Bharath, there's still cake. Aren't you going to eat it?" Geetha asked.

Hearing that, he looked at the cake. There was another piece with red jam on it. He leaned forward, reached out his right index finger, took some jam, looked into Geetha's eyes, and pressed three fingers on her left cheek.

"What? What are you doing?"

"Miss, look how red this jelly is. Maybe if I put it on your lips, it'll look like lipstick."

"Ha, so?"

"I'll put it on."

Seeing Bharath's playfulness, a little sparkle appeared in Geetha's eyes, and her lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Hehe, no."

"Wear it, Miss. You're wearing such a nice dress, but no lipstick. Why didn't you put it on before?"

"Adh...." Before she could say anything, his finger touched her lower lip.

"Shh... Miss, stay still, don't move." She remained still, mesmerized, looking at Bharath. 

With his left hand, he held Geetha's right shoulder. As he applied it to her lower lip, naughty thoughts came to Geetha, and she smiled, trying to tease him, and moved back.

"Oh, Miss, wait....." He came closer, and just as he was worried he might fall onto Geetha's lap, an idea came to him. In his excitement, he forgot something. He came over Geetha, pressed his knees into the sofa on either side, and sat on her thighs.

Geetha was shocked and wide-eyed, completely surprised as she looked at Bharath. His blood-heated penis was pressed right against Geetha's navel. His testicles rested comfortably above her thighs. At his presence, she froze, bewildered. 

Bharath's face was close to hers. Bharath was looking intently into her eyes, intoxicated. As their warm breaths touched each other's lips, Geetha's lips trembled. 

“How adorable he is!”

His penis pulsated, bulging below Geetha's navel and radiating heat. That heat permeated her navel through her clothes, igniting a fire within her. It was seething between her thighs.

Bharath's legs weren't properly planted, so he adjusted himself by wiggling his waist. It pricked her navel like a thorn, driving Geetha crazy. Unable to bear it, she gripped his shoulders tightly.

"Ha.... H."

Bharath couldn't maintain his balance; he was innocently anxious that he might fall on Geetha. Even with Geetha's hands on his shoulders, he couldn't lift them. Unable to think how, he directly held Geetha's soft hips below her waist with his left hand. Geetha's body trembled.

"Ah...."

"Miss, what happened? Should I get up?"

She shook her head sideways. 

“Ah... I can't. I'll bite his cheeks. How cute he is.”

Slowly and gently, he grazed Geetha's upper lip, applying the jam. As he rubbed her lower lip with his thumb, her lip prints twisted, and Geetha's nerves danced.

"Miss, your lips look like red rose petals now."

Hearing that, Geetha was out of her mind. Her pupils darted as she looked at Bharath's lips.

"Miss, can I give you a kiss?"

She bit her lips, trembling, and nodded vertically, inviting his lips. He looked at Geetha fully once. Geetha's dress had two buttons at the neckline. They showed her neck but hid the collarbone below her neck. He bent down and kissed Geetha under her chin. She closed her eyes and yearned.

"Ah....”

"Your neck isn't visible in this dress. Can you unbutton it, please?"

Geetha was falling for Bharath's innocence. She wanted to give him her lips, but he was asking for her neck. She immediately unbuttoned one. Bharath tightened his hands around her neck and pulled him closer. He separated the neckline with his nose, kissed her throat with his lips, and showered kisses on the curve of her neck, unable to stop himself, and unbuttoned another himself.

“Stop, Geetha, what are you doing?”

Geetha's grip on Bharath's neck tightened even more. Bharath didn't understand why Geetha was tightening her grip. As he unbuttoned Geetha's dress and kissed her neck, his penis danced on her navel.

"Ah...."

"Miss, umm...."

"Oo.... H....."

Geetha's hands were pulling Bharath up, but she didn't have enough strength. He was passionately kissing her neck. He didn't know how much his penis, swaying on her navel, was driving Geetha crazy. He kept kissing her passionately, unable to stop.

"Hey, puppy, slow down."

"Ha, Miss... umm...." He didn't realize why she told him to go slow. As he drunkenly kissed her shoulders, neck muscles, and curves with his lips, Geetha became intoxicated. As he kissed, he grabbed Geetha's hips below her waist with both hands for grip and squeezed them with longing.

"Ah..... Puppy, slow."

"Umm..." He lowered his hands a little more and touched her buttocks higher up. His four fingers were back, and his thumbs were gripping her waist in front. Geetha's body heated up, a numbness grew in her thighs, and her vertical lips dripped with nectar. She couldn't stop herself.

"Bharath.... stop." Bharath didn't hear that call. He placed his tongue in the left curve of her neck and was biting it with his lips. She screamed loudly.

"Aah.... Bharath...........stop!"

He startled, lifted his head, and put his face in front of Geetha's, looking at her nervously, her lips trembling. Geetha gripped Bharath's cheeks tightly. Her pupils deeply gazed at Bharath's lips; there was some nervousness on Bharath's face.

"Sorry, Miss."

"Don't talk." Geetha's face was flushed with blood, her cheeks gleaming like ripe roses.

Opening his mouth, Bharath: "Ca....." J

ust then, cutting Bharath off, she lifted her neck and quickly kissed his lips. Bharath was stunned. Geetha's lips felt like rose petals dipped in hot honey. She put pressure on his head and pulled him closer. She took his entire lower lip into her mouth and held it. The muscles in both their mouths tightened.

"Umm....." Pursing her lips, Geetha grabbed his upper lip. He completely lost his balance and fell onto Geetha's lap. She passionately kissed Bharath's lips. Bharath didn't know how to kiss, so he surrendered his lips to Geetha. She began sucking his upper lip, which barely had a mustache. He tightened his grip on Geetha's hips, burrowing his hands behind her, as if hugging her. 

Geetha continued to smack her lips. He massaged both sides of her waist. She released him. Looking into his eyes with longing.

"Ha..... Bharath," she said, taking a deep breath.

"Miss.......?"

She started again. 

How could his mind be in a state to stop Geetha in this passionate heat? She was devouring Bharath's tender lips. Experiencing the pleasure his teacher was giving him, wriggling, and thrusting into her navel, it was erupting from within. He stopped Geetha for a moment to tell her that.

"Miss." Geetha was panting, looking only at his lips. The jam had stuck to Bharath's lips, making his mouth red and glistening with the saliva from the kiss. She couldn't stop seeing that. Again, she took his lower lip. She lifted her tongue into Bharath's mouth. Bharath also offered his tongue to her. She was licking Bharath's mouth. Swaying, unable to bear it, his dick vibrated like a vibrator in her navel. 

Between her navel and his penis, Geetha's thin dress, his thin cotton night pants, and underwear made no difference whether they were there or not. 

Fluids were increasing in Geetha's thighs. Both thighs clenched, licking Bharath's cheeks, and smacking her lips.

Bharath immediately brought his hands up, held Geetha's head, stopped the kiss, and looked at her panting, pleading, "Miss, Miss." 

Geetha was not in a world where that would work. She tightened her hand behind his head and put her mouth into his. He rubbed his thighs against Geetha's hips, and gradually his penis rubbed against her navel.

Everything happening was intoxicating Bharath. Swaying in Geetha's lap, he surrendered his lips and rubbed them. Inside, it broke loose. He thrust his pulsating dick into her navel and ejaculated hot semen. He bit Geetha's upper lip with passion, unable to control himself. 

The semen soaked through their clothes without stopping, spraying into her navel. He immediately lowered his hands, held her waist, and hugged her tightly. He swayed, his penis squirming in her navel as he ejaculated.

Releasing her lips, Geetha gasped, "Aaah.... naughty fellow."


Bharath felt the soft expanse of her waist beneath his hand, his throbbing member gently rubbing against it. He savored the pleasure, stroking entire length, a warmth spreading as he felt her dampen beneath his touch. Geetha, too, felt a hot, swirling sensation in her navel, trickling downwards, leaving the lower part of her waist sticky. 

A jolt of realization shot through Bharath; he instantly recoiled, fear gripping him. He was at a loss for words, a knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach as he wondered if Geetha would lash out.

Geetha, however, had no intention of embarrassing him by addressing what had just happened. She rose gracefully and headed for the bathroom, her plan to remove her dress and assess the situation, but shyness held her back from looking directly. After a quick clean-up, she slipped into another churidar and returned to Bharath.

He sat on edge, nervously fidgeting with his fingers, a tell-tale stain dark against the middle of his pants. She settled beside him and gently took his hand. As he braced himself for her reaction, she cupped his chin, turning his face towards her.

“How was the kiss?” Geetha asked, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Bharath’s eyes widened in surprise, then dropped in a blush of shyness. “It felt new, Miss.”

“Did you like it?” she pressed, and he trembled with a fresh wave of shyness.

“Hmm,” he hummed in response.

She pulled him closer, tucking his face into the curve of her neck. He rested his head on her shoulder, finding comfort in her embrace.

“You haven’t told anyone you come for tuition, have you? Why?” Geetha’s voice was gentle, inquiring.

“Miss, that…” Bharath began, his voice trailing off.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her lap. “It’s okay… Don’t tell anyone, alright?”

“Hmm.”

“You have to study, okay?”

“Definitely, Miss,” he promised.

The round neck of her dress offered a glimpse of her upper cleavage, and his gaze lingered there. “Miss, your lips are like rose petals,” he murmured.

“Hey…” she chided playfully, and they both laughed.

“You’re too beautiful, Miss,” he whispered, his voice thick with admiration.

“You’re quite naughty, you even made me kiss you,” she teased.

“I didn’t ask for anything, you kissed…”

She gave him a playful pinch on the shoulder. “Don’t overdo it.”

He kissed her neck, his lips tracing a path that sent a tickle through Geetha. “Ah…” she exhaled softly.

“Umm, Miss, you’re very soft,” he murmured, then opened his mouth, rubbing his upper lip against her lower one. A shiver ran through Geetha.

“Ah, go home now. Your parents must be waiting,” she urged, her voice a little breathless.

“Hmm… Miss, I could smell you all day,” he said, a hint of a playful smirk on his face.

“I’ll hit you, you puppy, go home,” she retorted, feigning exasperation.

“I’ll go if you give me one more kiss,” he challenged, his smirk widening. Geetha blushed and pinched him again. He presented his right cheek. “Give it here.”

She pinched his cheek lightly, then brought her fingers to her own lips.

“Cheating,” he grumbled, looking mock-angry. He stood up, grabbed his bag, and with a final glance, left.
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To be continued…….

[Haran000]

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