Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

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Amazing bro I keep checking this thread 2-3 times a day for updates, your style is simply amazing taking it slow and nice, keep it that way slowly let them get comfortable this is close to real life u r amazing bro

[Rangushki]

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[Haran000]

Thank you all.

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Bro when is the next update

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Teasing at it finest.. Great work bro

[White Walker]

Update please

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Can be considered one of the best

[Haran000]

8. Fetish!

February 28th dawned, and with it, the morning classes. 

Ramya was engrossed in her Biology lesson, but across the room, Vikas’s attention was solely on her. Bharat sat beside Vikas, occasionally interjecting as Vikas spoke to Koushik.

“Hey, you mentioned a plan the other day. What came of it?” Koushik nudged Vikas.

Vikas looked blank. “What plan?”

“The one about tricking Ramya ma’am, remember?” Koushik prompted. “Did you forget?”

“Oh, right,” Vikas mumbled, his gaze drifting back to Ramya. “But I’m drawing a blank on what to do.”

“You said you were having a personal chat with her. What’s she saying?” Koushik pressed.

“Yeah, just passing the time,” Vikas admitted, “but I’m stuck on how to take it further. It’d be a huge problem if something went wrong.”

Bharat, who had been listening intently, interjected, “Chatting? Since when?”

“It’s been about a week,” Vikas replied. “She chats with me at night.”

“Oh, really?” Bharat’s eyebrows rose.

Koushik chimed in, “The three of us even made a group on WhatsApp.”

“What are you guys chatting about?” Bharat’s curiosity was piqued.

Vikas leaned in conspiratorially. “Man, just look at the teacher… her butt. I just want to grab it tight once. We’ve been trying to get close to her, looking for a chance to do something.”

Koushik added, “Her husband doesn’t care about her, that’s why she chats with us.”

“She even video-called me,” Vikas boasted, his eyes wide. “Dude, she was in a nighty then. You should’ve seen her boobs, how high they were.”

“Video call?” Bharat was surprised. “How did you pull that off?”

“It just happened, man,” Vikas shrugged. “You gotta give me an idea, will you?”

Bharat recalled his own past exploits. “Ask her if she’ll come out if you say it’s an outing?”

“Like what?” Koushik asked, intrigued.

“You guys said she chats, right?” Bharat explained. “Ask her if she’ll come out next Sunday.”

Vikas hesitated. “It’s difficult, she won’t.”

“Then ask her Saturday evening,” Bharat suggested.

“Koushik will ask,” Vikas declared, pushing the responsibility.

Koushik’s eyes widened in alarm. “Go to hell! You’re going to get me into trouble.”

“What if she scolds me if I ask?” Vikas fretted.

Bharat chuckled. “You said you have a group, right? Both of you ask in that. But if any problem arises, you two are done for. Haha…”


A little while later, Vinod, from the fourth bench, rose and headed to the toilet. Two minutes later, Bharat followed. As he entered, he saw Vinod inhaling from something. The acrid smell hit him, and he realized Vinod was smoking ganja (marijuana).

Shocked, Bharat immediately lunged forward, pushing Vinod’s hand, knocking the joint from his mouth and sending it skittering across the floor. Vinod’s face contorted in anger. He retaliated, shoving Bharat.

“You cheap bastard, what happens to you if I smoke?” Vinod snarled.

“You’ll die, you idiot, if you smoke that!” Bharat retorted, his voice rising. “Why are you scolding me, man? Wait, I’ll tell the teacher!”

Before he could finish, a hand grabbed Bharat’s arm from behind, pulling him off balance, and he stumbled to the ground.

“Shut up, piss yourself, don’t act too smart,” Vinod sneered, towering over him.

Enraged by being pushed down, Bharat scrambled to his feet. “You’ve gotten too big for your britches!”

He lunged, try swinging a punch at Vinod’s face. Vinod sidestepped, and Bharat’s hand slammed into the tiled wall of the toilet section. There was a sickening crack, and a section of the wall crumbled, tiles splintering and falling to the floor.

Vinod’s anger momentarily vanished, replaced by a cunning glint in his eye. “Go ahead, now if they know you broke this, you’ll be in trouble too. Let’s go to class silently.”

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In regular hours, 

The classroom hummed with the quiet expectation of a new day as Geetha stepped inside. From the last bench, Bharat rose with the rest of his classmates, their collective "Good Morning" a soft ripple in the air before they settled back into their seats. His gaze, however, remained fixed on Geetha, specifically on the stack of pre-final exam Maths papers clutched in her hand. A cold wave of dread washed over him. His mind reeled with anxieties: his potential marks, Geetha's inevitable reaction to a low score, and the dreaded conversation with his parents that evening.

One by one, Geetha called out names, distributing the papers. The familiar script of such moments played out: praise for the high scorers, a torrent of reprimands for those who fell short, and for the truly abysmal, perhaps even a physical chastisement. Geetha had held particular expectations for Bharat. As his Maths teacher, she'd envisioned him scoring above forty, yet his paper, now in her hand, revealed a disappointing thirty-four. She took a moment, her eyes sweeping over him from head to toe.

Bharat, already trembling from the weight of her gaze, felt a fresh surge of anxiety. He hadn't even seen his score, but the intensity of her look suggested it was dismal. He shuffled forward, apprehension tightening his chest.

"Thirty-four. Go study," Geetha said, her voice devoid of warmth as she handed him the paper, dismissing him with a curt gesture.

Silently, Bharat took the paper and retreated to his seat. After distributing the remaining papers, Geetha rose, a palpable annoyance radiating from her. "Those who scored less than thirty-five marks, once; those who scored less than thirty marks, twice; you must do the problems from the exam as homework." She settled back into the chair behind her desk. "I'll be right here. Those who want to write, write. Those who want to practice, practice. There's less than a month left for exams. Don't waste even a minute of your time from today, study silently, not like small children."

A while later, Anil appeared at the classroom door. "Excuse me, Madam," he asked, his voice edged with anger. Geetha moved aside, allowing him to enter. He strode to the front, stopping before the whiteboard, with Sambashiva, the cleaning staff member, standing beside him. 

Bharat and Vinod subtly shifted in their seats at the sight of them.

Anil's voice boomed, cutting through the classroom's quiet. "Who broke the tiles in the boys' toilets during morning classes? Tell me!"

A chorus of "I don't know" echoed as students shook their heads. 

Bharat and Vinod, however, remained still. 

Both Geetha and Anil noticed their lack of movement. As their gazes narrowed on him, a fresh wave of fear washed over Bharat. Under the threatening stares, he confessed. "It was me, sir."

"Come here!" Anil commanded.

Bharat instantly obeyed, standing before Anil. Anil seized Bharat's collar, and a jolt of terror shot through Bharat.

"How did it break? Tell me."

"Well, well... Vinod and I had a fight..." Bharat stammered.

"What's this fight in the toilets, kids? Go outside and fight on the road, everyone will see!" Anil's sarcastic remark drew laughter from the class.

"Sir, it wasn't intentional," Bharat pleaded.

"You broke it, fine, but why didn't you come and tell us how it broke? Did you just think no one saw, so you'd get away with it? I tell you to study, and you're fighting!" Anil's voice rose with each question.

"Sir, it just hit accidentally," Bharat insisted.

"Shut up! Aren't you ashamed to fight in college? You're in tenth grade, not little kids anymore..." Anil's gaze then fell on Vinod. "...And you, Master, why are you looking like you have nothing to do with it? Why did you fight? Come and tell me."

Vinod, now visibly frightened, stepped forward.

"Tell me!" Anil roared.

"Well, sir..." Vinod began, but Bharat quickly interjected.

"Sir, Vinod was smoking a cigarette in the college toilet, and when I told him it was wrong, he pushed me down. I got angry and was about to hit him when it broke."

A stunned silence fell over the classroom. Anil's face contorted, his eyes turning a furious red. In an instant, the sharp crack of a slap echoed as Anil struck Vinod across the cheek.
"Cigarette? A cigarette in college? Do you think you're a rowdy? Exams are in a month, I tell you to study, and you're doing these things!" Anil's voice thundered. He grabbed Vinod and, without another word, dragged him out of the classroom, heading towards the principal's room.

The day passed with gossips of this incident.

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When Bharat arrived at Geetha's home in evening, the soft glow of the television illuminated her face as she sat, engrossed in YouTube. She sipped hot chai, the steam curling around her, and was still dressed in the cloud-colored saree he'd noticed that morning.

Bharat shed his shoes at the door, stepping inside. He settled beside her, a quiet "Good evening" breaking the comfortable silence. 

Geetha, setting her half-empty teacup on the table, gestured for him to move closer. He obliged, the space between them shrinking.

"Why did you fight?" she asked, her voice calm but with an undercurrent of concern. "You could have just told Ramya Miss."

"He pushed me down when I said I'd tell Miss," Bharat explained, a touch of lingering indignation in his tone.

She gently pulled him nearer. "Do you know, lately everyone has a good opinion of you. You're getting into these kinds of things again. Wouldn't it be better to just ignore them?"

"I didn't do it on purpose, Miss," he insisted, looking down.

"Hmm," she hummed, a soft warning. "Don't get into fights."

"I don't pick fights with anyone, Miss."

A slight frown creased her brow. "I thought you'd score over forty marks today. You studied, didn't you? Why didn't you?"

"Miss, I couldn't do the set problems. You gave ten marks for that, and I didn't write it."

"But you practiced them?"

"Yes, I don't know, Miss, I couldn't do them." His voice held a note of genuine confusion.

"There's only one more month," she mused, a touch of worry entering her voice. "How will you manage if you still don't know many things? Are the other subjects the same?"

Bharat's face brightened with a cheerful smile, all traces of his earlier frustration gone. 

"You'll teach me again, Miss. Please do a revision and also put a test. If I get good marks in the test, a kiss..."

Geetha burst into laughter, a sound like wind chimes. Playfully, she tapped his cheek. "Stupid! I have to set the test, and I have to give the kiss? You're being too much."

Bharat chuckled, enjoying her amusement.

"That's enough," she said, though her eyes still twinkled. "Go study. Tomorrow you have to show me all the papers with the marks you got in all subjects, otherwise, don't come to tuition."

"I'll show them, I'm not afraid," he declared, puffing out his chest playfully.

Geetha winked. "Oh really... If you get low marks, you'll have to write all of them three times."

"Oh my god..." Bharat groaned, the prospect of such a task clearly daunting.


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Five days later, evening descended, and Geeta found herself in a familiar predicament.

Her car was stuck near the college divider, caught behind a lorry and another college bus, both at a standstill. A heated discussion between the drivers ensued. She glanced at her wristwatch; it was already past four.

“It’s a farewell party, after all,” she mused, a hint of exasperation in her tone. “Why did they schedule it for the evening? Everyone will be dancing. It’ll probably be over by seven.”

Finally, the traffic eased. Geeta found an opening, carefully crossed the road, and turned into the college lane. 

She parked her car in front of the college building, got out, and adjusted her cloud-blue saree, the caramel-colored sleeveless blouse a perfect match. Her handbag swayed gently as she walked.




Bharat was already there, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw her. For days, he had maintained a facade of student-like deference, but now, his true feelings, like a playful puppy, were beginning to show.

As Geeta approached, Vandana and Ramya arrived, greeting her warmly. The three women walked into the college together. Bharat, meanwhile, lingered behind, awaiting Vikas.

A short distance away, near the bakery, Vikas and Harish were engrossed in conversation.

“What about the dances?” Vikas asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Will your dad make everyone dance?”

Harish shrugged. “I don’t know. But what’s there to it? Whoever feels like it, just jumps around.”

“Wouldn’t it be great,” Vikas continued, a speculative look on his face, “if they had practiced beforehand and made boys and girls dance as couples?”

“That too,” Harish chuckled, “especially if it’s like, you know, holding them and dancing.”

“Right, hahaha…” Vikas laughed, a knowing smirk spreading across his face.

“And did you hear?” Harish added, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Everyone’s having dinner here too. They’ve ordered food.”

“Oh, really…” Vikas’s eyes widened in surprise.

Their conversation continued until they reached Bharat.

“How did our college even think of doing it so lavishly for us?” Bharat wondered aloud, a hint of awe in his voice.

“Yeah, true,” Vikas agreed.

The three boys popped a Center Fresh into their mouths and headed inside. In the college meeting hall, a stage had been set up, adorned with the decorations they had meticulously arranged the previous day. The girls settled into the front row chairs, while the boys took their seats in the back.

“Where’s Koushik?” Bharat muttered, scanning the room. His gaze landed on Koushik, who was with Ramya, connecting a wire to the mic.

Once the three friends were seated, Vikas leaned forward, his gaze sweeping across the girls in the front row. “Who’s the best-looking in our class? What do you say, Bharat?”

Bharat feigned disinterest. “I don’t know.”

“Anyway,” Vikas chuckled, nudging him, “you and Koushik don’t want girls, you want teachers…” He laughed, finding his own joke amusing.

Harish interjected, a reminder of their impending reality. “Hey, there are only twenty days left for exams.”

“Oh, then you should’ve bought a book today,” Bharat scoffed, “don’t be with us today.”

“Today is also study?” Vikas exclaimed, his voice incredulous. “We have to party, see the girls, have biryani, eat our fill!”

“Exactly,” Bharat concurred, a smile playing on his lips.

Just then, Koushik arrived, phone in hand, and settled next to Harish.

“Hey, it’s supposed to finish at seven,” Koushik said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.  “Should I book second-show tickets?”

“Exams are there,” Harish reminded him, a hint of disapproval in his tone. “Why about a movie?”

“What movie, man?” Vikas asked, intrigued.

“Second show…” Bharat hesitated, a frown creasing his brow. “My dad won’t let me go.”

“Dude, let’s study until the exams,” Koushik pleaded, his voice earnest. “Don’t you think I also want to get good marks? Let’s go to the movie just for today. This is the last time in our college days. Tell me, I’ll book tickets, and the money is mine, okay?”

Bharat looked unconvinced.

“What, you won’t come?” Koushik pressed.

“It’s hard,” Bharat replied, a hint of regret in his voice. “If you want, let’s go tomorrow first show, I’ll definitely come.”

“Come on, dude,” Vikas chimed in, trying to persuade him. “If you want, I’ll come to your house and get permission from your dad.”

“We’ll see,” Bharat mumbled, still hesitant.

“Hey, he’s agreed, Harish, you?” Koushik declared, taking Bharat’s noncommittal answer as a yes.

“Let’s ask Vandana, Chandana, Lavanya to come too, what do you say?” Harish suggested, a new idea forming.

“It’ll be hard for them to come for the second show,” Bharat pointed out, ever practical.

Just then, an idea struck Koushik. He pulled a chair and placed it in front of the three of them.

“I have an idea,” Koushik began, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. “If they are to come, two more need to come.”

“Who?” Harish asked, leaning forward, intrigued.

“Listen carefully…” Koushik said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Harish, do you have money for four more tickets?”

“Yes,” Harish confirmed, a bewildered expression on his face.

“Okay, then let’s ask Geeta Miss and Ramya Miss to come too.”

Bharat’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Hey, why them? Not only will they not come, they’ll scold us badly.”

“No, nothing will happen,” Koushik insisted, waving his hand dismissively. “Hey Bharat, you and Vandana go and gently convince Geeta Miss, we’ll request Ramya Miss. If they don’t come, then it’s fine, we’ll just go ourselves, no girls. Okay?”

“Settled!” Vikas exclaimed, already envisioning the movie night.

Bharat and Harish headed towards Vandana. Vandana and Chandana, sisters, stood before them. One was in a vibrant yellow half saree, the other in a graceful yellow lehenga. 

As Bharat and Harish approached, the two girls playfully challenged them.

“Guess which one of us is Vandana?” they chorused.

As Harish opened his mouth to speak, Bharat placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He whispered, his breath barely audible, “Wait, if we guess correctly, let’s make them agree to come to the movie as what we ask.” 

The two girls looked on curiously, wondering what he meant.

“If I guess correctly,” Bharat stated, a twinkle in his eye, “we’ll ask you to do something.”

The girl in the lehenga readily agreed. “Yeah, okay…”

“This silly one agrees first, I know,” Bharat thought to himself.

“You…” he said, pointing to the girl in the sphalf saree.

“Yes,” she confirmed.

“The one wearing the lehenga is Chandana.”

Suddenly, Chandana kicked her legs up in surprise. “How did you recognize me?”

Bharat chuckled, a sarcastic smile gracing his lips. “You can’t control yourself, you react first, that’s all… hahaha…”

Chandana pouted, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She stole a shy glance at Bharat. He noticed it and subtly turned his face away.

“Vandana,” Harish began, getting straight to the point, “we are planning to go to a movie, for the second show, and we thought we’d ask if you would come too.”

“How can we come?” Vandana protested, her voice firm. “No way.”

“Now that I’ve won, you have to come,” Bharat asserted, reminding her of their earlier agreement.

“No way,” Vandana insisted. “Second show, and that too with boys, no.”

“What if teachers come with us?” Harish proposed, sensing an opportunity.

“Who would come?” Chandana asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Geeta and Ramya,” Harish revealed.

“Why would they come with us?” Chandana wondered, still skeptical.

“Listen,” Harish explained, “the four of us, Koushik, Vikas, Geeta Miss, Ramya Miss, okay?”

“Not Koushik,” Chandana interjected, her nose crinkling. “He acts crazy.”

“No, nothing will happen,” Bharat reassured her. “He’s the one who suggested this. Chandana, you come with me, let’s both ask Geeta Miss, and they will ask Ramya Miss.”

They didn’t got chance to ask immediately so settled in chairs again.

 Bharat’s gaze kept drifting towards Geeta, intermittently. Geeta, aware of his attention, subtly pretended not to notice. He was searching for just one chance, one opportune moment to speak with her.

The farewell festivities began. Teachers, the principal, tenth-grade, and ninth-grade students all gathered on stage, exchanging heartfelt farewell wishes. Some presented gifts. The tenth graders took to the stage, their energetic dances captivating the audience, while the others watched, clapping along.

All those who planned to go to the movie sat together, a small, conspiratorial huddle. 

Bharat found himself sandwiched between Chandana and Harish, a restless energy stirring within him. Geeta was seated among the other teachers, a short distance away. Koushik, ever the tech-savvy one, was video recording the events on his phone, occasionally showing the footage to Vikas.

Bharat chewed on the Center Fresh in his mouth, the sweetness doing little to quell his restlessness. He slipped out of the hall to spit it out. As he stepped outside, he leaned over the railing, spitting into the backyard below. When he turned back, Chandana was standing close.

Her cheeks gleaming with subtle fondness.

“What?” Bharat asked, surprised to see her.

“Does the dress look good?” she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

He looked her up and down, a quick assessment. 

Her yellow lehenga accentuating her beauty, little exposure of her slim waist catching Bharath’s attention.  “Yeah, it’s good.”

“What happened?” Chandana probed, noticing his pensive expression. “You seem to be thinking about something?”

“Nothing,” he replied, a little too quickly.

“What do you plan to do next?” she asked, changing the subject.

“We were going to the movie, right?” he said, a faint smile on his lips.

They both leaned against the side wall, the sounds of the party drifting faintly from the hall.

“Not that ra,” Chandana clarified, her voice soft. “What will you do after tenth grade?”

“I’ll do BIPC…”

“Will you become a doctor?” she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“No, a physical anthropologist,” he corrected her.

“Meaning?”

“Google it,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

She playfully pinched him. “You don’t talk properly to me. Shall we go out? I have my scoots.”

“No, nothing,” he said, avoiding her gaze.

“Okay…” she said, turning to leave. But before she could, he gently took her hand, stopping her. A wave of happiness washed over her as Bharat held her.

“Stay,” he said, his voice unexpectedly soft. “I’m bored.”

“Are you studying?” she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.

“Yes…”

“Are you going to any tuition? You’re suddenly getting good marks.”

“Nothing…” he mumbled, looking away, a touch shy.

“I’m also thinking of doing BIPC,” Chandana confessed. “Shall we go to the same college?”

“What do you plan to do?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“Something, I haven’t thought of anything like you have,” she admitted.

She took out a bracelet from her purse, gently took Bharat’s right hand, and placed it on his wrist.

“This is for you,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

“Why for me?”

“Don’t ask why when someone gives you a gift,” she chastised playfully. “I came here to give you this.”

Bharat laughed, and with his fingers, he gently pinched Chandana’s small waist, visible in her lehenga.

“Ouch…” she exclaimed, a surprised gasp escaping her lips. “Why are you pinching me?”

“You pinched me, didn’t you?” he retorted.

“Don’t you have a phone?”

“No, I use my mom’s phone.”

“Okay, I’ll leave,” she said, a shy smile on her face.

He grabbed her hand again, pulling her close. He led her down the stairs hurriedly and to the left, away from prying eyes. It wouldn’t look good if anyone saw them there. They stopped next to the seventh-grade classroom.

“Do you remember when we all danced in sixth grade?” Bharat asked, a nostalgic smile on his face.

“Yeah… we were a pair,” Chandana replied, her eyes sparkling with remembrance.

“Shall we do it now?” he asked.

“No…” she said, her voice soft. “Then it was different, now it’s different.”

“Why, we were classmates even then, right?”

Chandana placed both her hands on his shoulders, smiling and looking straight into his eyes. “Now we’re not classmates.”

“Then what?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

He leaned her against the wall, his right hand gently stroking her left waist, pulling her closer, holding her.

“Take your hand off,” she murmured, her voice a whisper.

“Tell me what then?” he insisted, his gaze fixed on hers.

She looked down, a blush deepening on her cheeks, a slight tremble in her body.

“Uh-huh…” she shook her head adorably.

“Chandu,” Bharat said, a newfound seriousness in his voice, “message me on Instagram. I’ll buy a phone in summer and give you my number, okay?”

“Hmm,” she mumbled, her eyes still downcast.

“From now on, we’re close friends,” he declared.

“No,” she corrected him, her voice barely audible, “you’re my boyfriend.”

Unable to contain her shyness any longer, she pushed Bharat back, broke free from his embrace, and hurried away. Bharat watched her go, a small smile playing on his lips. He then walked back upstairs. Looking towards the stage, he saw Geeta and Chandana talking.

He went and sat next to Koushik, his gaze fixed directly on Geeta. He was still hoping for that one chance, one opportunity to meet her.


As Chandana blushed, catching Bharat’s eye, Geeta also noticed the interaction and turned her face away. For the first time, Bharat’s gaze involuntarily shifted from Geeta to Chandana. Just then, Chandana came and sat next to him.

“I asked Geeta Miss,” Chandana reported, a hint of disappointment in her voice. “She says no. In fact, she says we shouldn’t come either.”

“Bharat already said this would happen,” Vikas chimed in, a knowing look on his face.

Bharat turned his neck, looking towards the stage. Geeta was talking on the phone and heading downstairs. Slowly, as they continued talking, he managed to slip away from the group and also descended the stairs. Looking to his right, he saw Geeta entering the eighth-grade classroom.

She had wrapped her saree pallu around her and was leaning against a bench, deep in conversation.

“Yes, sir,” Geeta said into the phone, her voice a little strained. “I can’t hear anything because of the music upstairs, so I came down.”

“I just called,” Gautam’s voice came through the phone. “How is it going?”

“What’s there?” Geeta replied, a hint of exasperation in her voice. “Nothing much, they’re dancing, and after that, the tenth graders and teachers will eat, and the principal said everything should be over before seven.”

“So, I shouldn’t call then?” Gautam asked, a note of understanding in his voice.

“Yes, I’ll call you myself when I go home,” Geeta promised.

Seeing Geeta end the call, Bharat stepped inside the classroom. Geeta looked a little suspicious, seeing him there.

“What happened, Bharat?” she asked, her brow furrowed. “Why did you come downstairs?”

He immediately came and stood in front of her, his eyes fixed on hers, an eager intensity in his gaze.

“Miss,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “thanks.”

“For what?” she asked, a puzzled expression on her face.

“For wearing this saree,” he said, a playful smile on his lips. “You look very hot in sleeveless…” As he smiled mischievously, Geeta softened a little, a pleased smile gracing her lips.

Bharat took another step forward, closing the distance between them. Geeta looked into his eyes, a little nervously, and asked in a low voice, “What is it?”

Bharat raised his hands and placed them gently on her shoulders. She flinched slightly.

“Bharat,” Geeta whispered, her voice laced with urgency, “someone might see us, we are in college, move.”

Moving his fingers, he felt the soft, cotton-like muscles under the strap of her blouse on her shoulder, and he squeezed them gently. Geeta felt a slight twist in her shoulders.

“Bharat,” she repeated, her voice more insistent now, “someone will see, we are in college, move.”

Bharat leaned in, his head finding rest on her, and he nuzzled her neck just below her ear. Geetha’s hands pressed against his chest, a futile attempt to push him away, but he opened his lips and bit her neck. A wave of heat surged through her.

“Mmmmmm… No, don’t,” Geeta murmured.

He firmly massaged her soft hands, intertwining his fingers with hers, and then began to pepper the right side of her neck with kisses.

“Miss, you’re so beautiful,” Bharat whispered, his voice thick. “It’s hard to stop myself when I see you. Your perfume is wonderful, just for a little while, please.”

“No, don’t, listen to me.”

He straightened up, bringing his face close to hers, and his gaze met hers, intoxicatingly deep. Geeta, equally captivated, stumbled slightly, her eyes locking with his.

“Miss, everyone’s upstairs, no one will come,” he assured her.

His right hand found her cheek, his thumb lightly tracing her upper lip. Geeta’s eyes fluttered shut, a passionate surrender, and she felt a dizzying lightness.

“Mmm…”

Upstairs, the strains of music drifted down, a stark contrast to the absolute quiet of the downstairs room. No lights were on, only the soft glow from the veranda outside pierced the darkness. Without a fan, a single bead of sweat traced a path down Geeta’s forehead.

He took a deep, hot breath and kissed her chin, then moved lower, kissing her neck below it. Geeta exhaled softly. “Ah…”

His right hand moved down, squeezing her waist.

“Iss…”

Unable to bear the intensity, Geeta gripped the edge of the bench with one hand, while her right hand found purchase on Bharat’s neck. He kissed the edge of her saree pallu on her shoulder, then shifted to her right, his lips finding her armpit, beneath her raised hand. The fragrance instantly filled his nostrils, consuming him.

“Ah… Miss…” Bharat groaned.

“That’s enough, Bharat. You’ll listen to me, right? Let go.”

Ignoring her plea, he moved closer, burying his nose in her armpit. There was no saree, no blouse to block him; as he rubbed his nose into the delicate fold, her whole body swayed.
“Ah, no, don’t.”

“Ha… I’m going crazy, Miss, when I smell you. Miss, please, lift your hand.”

Immediately, Geeta pulled Bharat’s head up. Her hands framed his face, and she kissed him on the cheek.

“No, don’t.”

“Your lips have lipstick, that’s why I stopped, Miss. Ever since I saw you today, I’ve wanted to kiss you.”

“Okay, we’ll see about that. Go upstairs now.”

He hugged Geeta tightly. Kissing her right shoulder, he asked, “Miss, did you say you wouldn’t come to the movie?”

“It’s wrong to go to the movies with girls like that right now.”

“Miss, please come for me. I want to watch a movie with you. We can’t go just the two of us, but this way, it might work out.”

“A second show is difficult.”

“Tomorrow’s first show? Tell me, I’ll convince them for you. Ramya Miss is also coming.”

He gently stroked her fingers, his nail scratching a mole.

“Ah…..Okay.”

He squeezed her waist again and kissed the curve of her neck.

“Thanks.”

“Uh… Let go, Bharat, don’t bother me.”

He leaned back, his face close to hers, and said, “No, Miss, I won’t bother you at all. Miss, I’ll come to your house.”

“No, Bharat, come tomorrow…”

“Please don’t say that.”

For some reason, Bharat felt an impending presence. He stopped talking and quickly left.

Geeta adjusted her saree pallu and wiped Bharat’s saliva from her neck.

When she went upstairs, the tenth-grade girls were dancing. Bharat was sitting with Vikas and his friends. She walked directly to Ramya.

“They’re talking about a movie, should we go?” Geeta asked.

“Vikas told me. Are you coming too?” Ramya replied.

“No, I said I’d come if you were coming. But I wonder if it’s necessary. That Harish and Vandana just now…” she trailed off, her voice fading.

“Oh!… I know that too. Why else would Bharat have gone downstairs with Chandana just now? What does all this mean? Youngsters these days…” Ramya mused.

“All that’s normal nowadays. Everything happening at college. Our students are a bit better, they’re only talking to each other,” Geeta commented.

“So, what do you say, should we go to the movie? It’s been a long time since I watched one in the theater,” Ramya pressed.

“I said we should go to the first show tomorrow. Not this late at night.”



The auditorium buzzed with the lingering echoes of a day filled with camaraderie. Tenth-grade students and their teachers gathered on stage for a souvenir photograph, a snapshot in time. The girls, a colorful array, sat cross-legged in the front, while two rows of boys stood tall behind them. Nestled in the center, between their pupils, sat Geetha, the class teacher, and the principal, their smiles reflecting the collective joy. With the click of the camera, the formal proceedings concluded.

Soon after, a shared lunch brought everyone together in a more relaxed setting. As plates were cleared and conversations wound down, Bharath found himself with his friends. He recounted Geetha's words, the news hanging in the air with an almost palpable excitement.

"Is it the first show tomorrow?" Vikas piped up, his voice laced with anticipation.

"For sure?" Koushik pressed, needing absolute confirmation.

Bharath nodded, a slight grin touching his lips. "Yes, she told me herself. We'll all go together after college. What do you say?"

Harish's gaze drifted to Vandana and Lavanya. They offered subtle nods, a silent agreement passing between them.

"Hey, don't ditch us at the last minute!" Koushik exclaimed, a playful warning in his tone. 

"Lavanya, you ask Ramya Miss again."

"Definitely," Lavanya promised, her resolve clear.

"Hey, I've created a group on Instagram," Vikas announced, already thinking ahead. 

"Decide something tonight. We'll talk to the teachers during lunch tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," Bharath affirmed.

"Done, guys," Harish chimed in, a sense of finality to his words.

With plans set, the seven friends dispersed. As they got out from the college building, Geetha arrived, getting into her car. Koushik and Vikas waved their goodbyes to her before heading off together. Harish, ever the diligent friend, ducked back inside, searching for his father.

Lavanya retrieved her bicycle, exchanged farewells with Vandana, and pedaled away.

A scooty whizzed by, carrying two sisters. Chandana, perched on the back, extended her hand to Bharath. "Bye, keep messaging online!" she called out, and then they were gone, disappearing down the street.

Bharath pulled out his bicycle. A new dilemma presented itself: he needed to go home, but then he also had to return to Geetha's. The thought of finding an excuse for his family already weighed on his mind.

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Bharath arrived at Geetha's door, having told his family that Geetha had asked for his help with some work. The door was shut, and he pressed the doorbell. Geetha opened it, still in the same saree she'd worn earlier. He noticed her pupils dilate almost imperceptibly as their eyes met.

"Why did you come today?" Geetha asked.

"Miss, can I come in first?" Bharath replied, a soft plea in his tone. He carried no bag, no books, just the casual clothes he'd changed into.

"Didn't I tell you there's no tuition today? Besides, it's eight o'clock, and you already ate there..." she trailed off, stepping aside to let him enter.

He stepped inside, reaching for her right hand and pulling her close. A wave of anxiety washed over Geetha. Unlike before, he's asking her directly today.

"Miss..." Bharath murmured, his voice a whisper as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand. It was all it took for Geetha's resolve to falter.

"So gorgeous, Miss," he breathed, his gaze fixed on her.

Geetha, recovering slightly, tried to deflect. "Do your flirting with Chendu, not with me." She pulled her hand away and retreated into the kitchen. He closed the main door, following her in.

"Miss, honestly, ever since I saw you afternoon, my mind hasn't been working," Bharath confessed, his voice earnest. "You look very, very hot today."

In the kitchen, she was meticulously arranging washed dishes on the stand, her back to him. "I told you not to come, didn't I? Why did you come? You're not listening to me at all lately. What if someone saw us there? How scared I was!"

"Miss, I'm sorry," he offered, moving to stand beside her. His fingers playfully traced her braid, twirling a strand around his hand.

"You're the one who says you won't cause me any trouble, but you don't listen even when you say it yourself. There, the teacher is a tea..." Her words caught in her throat as he drew her braid over her left shoulder, then bent his head to kiss the hollow of her left neck. 

Geetha had anticipated this, yet she stood frozen, like a doll, her left arm instinctively bending to cradle his chin.

"Miss, I'm saying sorry, I admit it's my fault," Bharath said, his voice husky.

"But..." Geetha began, only for her mouth to be silenced by another kiss.

He blew warm air near her ear, and a delighted smile curved her lips as she instinctively turned her neck.

"Miss, this isn't college," he murmured, his lips pressing against the back of her neck.

"Hmm..." she groaned softly, a nearly inaudible sound.

"Miss, if I do that, I admit you got angry, but tell me you didn't like it." He traced his index finger down her buttery-soft back, just below her neck. Goosebumps erupted along her spine, and she twisted her waist slightly.

"Ah... puppy," she breathed, a mix of exasperation and pleasure in her tone.

"Tell me, Miss." He continued his descent, his finger slipping under her blouse and rubbing the small of her back, just below her waist.

"Mmmmmm..." she swayed, biting her lower lip to stifle a moan that escaped nonetheless.

"You liked it, didn't you?" His fingers, now under her blouse, gently slid to her right hip, his fingertips softly caressing the fold on her waist, causing a slight tremble to run through her. She clenched her right hand into a fist against the kitchen counter.

He took her left hand at the elbow, bringing her fingers to his mouth. "Umm... Miss, why haven't you changed your saree?"

"Got busy with work," she replied, her voice a little breathless.

He slipped her index finger into his mouth and sucked it. Geetha stood still, mesmerized by the eagerness with which he drew on her finger.

"Tell me the truth, Miss, I know."

She looked down, a shy smile gracing her lips. He continued to lick and suck each finger, and Geetha, surprisingly compliant, pushed and pulled her finger into his mouth, a silent invitation.

Releasing her hand, he pressed two fingers under her chin, gently turning her face towards him. Her gaze was still cast downwards. He kissed under her chin, then rubbed his thumb across her lower lip. The red lipstick transferred to his finger, and he pulled it back, sucking on the stained digit. Geetha slowly raised her eyelids, watching him.

"Tell me, Miss."

She nodded vertically, a silent affirmation. He gazed into her eyes, an intoxicating intensity in his gaze, as he brought his lips closer. But Geetha leaned her head back, and he immediately squeezed her waist even tighter.

"Sss..." she hissed softly.

"Miss, please..." he whispered, his lips finding her neck.

"Ah!... Leave my waist, boy."

"No, Miss, I can't." He rubbed his thumb on the fold of her waist, then squeezed her from back and front with his four fingers. 

A jolt ran through Geetha. "Aaah... don't do that."

A tremor of fear had run through Bharat if he had made even the slightest misstep, closeness they had nurtured over days could felt suddenly fragile. Yet, a reciprocal fear held in Geetha too—the apprehension of Bharat's judgment if she, the teacher, were to make the first move.

Their unspoken desires had since been confined to fleeting gestures and stolen glances. 

After the night Bharat had defied her wishes and gone out, he hadn’t dared to explicitly ask for a kiss again. On the few occasions their bodies drew near, Geetha would simply murmur, "Studies, studies," and the moment would dissipate. How much longer could he endure this longing? How much longer could Geetha resist?

Bharat's voice, hesitant yet resolute, broke the silence. "Miss, can I ask you something?"

Geetha's mind raced, a single thought dominating: He’s going to ask for a kiss. I can’t say no. I can’t stop myself.

"Hmm…" she managed, her breath catching.

He leaned in, his chest pressing against hers, their hearts thrumming in unison. Bharath savored the soft yielding of her cushiony boobs, a warmth spreading through his chest, causing a delicate tremble.

"Miss," Bharat whispered, his voice laced with a boyish innocence, "why don't you kiss me every day?"

Geetha cupped his head in both hands, her rose-tinted lips trembling slightly as she gazed into his eyes. "If I kiss you every day, you won't study, and I don't like that, my dear." The words were meant to be firm, but a tenderness betrayed them.

Bharat sighed, a wistful note in his voice. "Miss, I like being with you like this. Holding your soft waist, kissing your rose lips, sniffing your armpit sweat. I like you, Miss. But in a few more days, the exams will be over, and I won't be able to meet you." A cloud of dejection settled over his features, and he lowered his head.

“Is he acting, or is he genuinely sad?”

But the sight of his puppy-dog expression melted her resolve. 

“That puppy face makes me want to kiss him and keep him quiet.”


He lifted his face, his eyes wide and pleading.

"Why do you say that?" Geetha chided softly. "I told you, after the exams are over, you're coming to Canada with me. Now, have a kiss, okay?"

She leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his right cheek. Bharat, emboldened, pulled her waist, drawing her even tighter against him. Her boobs, soft and yielding, nestled against his chest. Geetha’s arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

"Miss," Bharat murmured, his voice thick with contentment, "hugging you feels so good, Miss."

"Ah… me too, Bharat, you feel so warm," she breathed, her own voice a soft sigh.

His left hand, previously resting between their shoulders, slid down to her waist, slipping under the right side of her saree pallu. He delved deeper, three fingers pressing into her lower back beneath the blouse strap. His right hand moved rhythmically on her left side.

"Miss, your boobs feel very spongy."

Geetha gasped, a mixture of shock and arousal in her voice. "Hey, how can you say that to me? Aren't you afraid?"

He ignored her, his lips tracing a bead of sweat trickling down the curve of her left neck, his tongue guiding it to her lips. Geetha's lips puckered, a low groan escaping her. Her left hand buried itself in Bharat's hair.

"Mmm…"

He took a step forward, turning her sideways and pressing her against the cool kitchen counter. His legs spread, caging her between his thighs. His left hand reached up, pulling the hair from behind her head. As she arched her neck back, he bit her chin, his lips encompassing it entirely. Geetha gasped again, a soft moan following. "Hah…"

He moved to her right shoulder, where the saree pallu offered no coverage, and delivered a deep kiss. Geetha stood pliant, like a doll, her hands resting on Bharat's shoulders. He moved lower, biting the soft folds on her right shoulder, hidden beneath the inch-and-a-half-wide shoulder strap of her sleeveless blouse. He inhaled her scent, a deep, satisfying breath.

Geetha touched her lips to his forehead. A playful exasperation in her voice, said, "This madness will never leave you. Why do you sniff like a dog? Does anyone even do this?"

"Miss, I'm crazy about your smell." He kissed her again, right on that spot, holding the fold with his lips and tugging gently. 

A jolt went through Geetha. "Sss… why do you do that?"

With his left hand, he tried to lift her right arm. Geetha was initially resistant, her body tensing, uncomfortable with the idea. "No, dear, it feels strange."

He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her upper chest, relentless. "Just once, Miss, if you don't like it, then no."

At his words, her right hand lifted, as if on its own accord. He held it below the elbow, raising it completely.

The sight of Geetha's underarm shadow, brown candy floss-like armpit, midst of her milky skin. with its tiny folds and a glistening sheen of sweat, no sign of hair, sent Bharat's already aroused member to a fever pitch. He brought his face close, his eyes gleaming with lust as he gazed sidelong at her. In that moment, seeing Bharat's expression, a new kind of thrill shot through Geetha.

"Miss, how beautiful it is…"

Geetha's face flushed crimson. "That's beautiful too? You're mad."

With his right hand, he held her under her left armpit, pushing Geetha back slightly. He shifted, positioning himself between her two knees. His aroused member dangled just two inches from her thighs.

As he took a deep breath, the myriad fragrances of her body converged, rushing into Bharat's nose, intoxicating his brain.

"Aaaha… Miss, everything about you is beautiful, sweet, delicious."

She smiled shyly, playfully pushing Bharat's face with her fingers. He turned his face back, touching his lips to her right armpit. 

Suddenly, Geetha felt a wave of ticklish sensations ripple through her. She twisted, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Mmmmm….."

"Miss, did you like it?"

She remained silent, unsure how to articulate the unfamiliar sensations. 

“I might be teaching him lessons, 

but he's showing me something else entirely.”

Bharat was ushering her into a new realm of pleasure, and with this new excitement, her nipples tingled. He buried his nose in her bare, sweaty crevice and pushed upward. Geetha swayed intensely, her breathing becoming shallow and uncontrolled. "Aaah… Don't do that."

"Miss, how can you be so tempting…" He pressed his lips into her armpit and bit gently.

Filled with a surge of lust, Geetha grabbed Bharat's head with trembling hands and pulled him down. His nose got delightfully stuck in her underarm as he resurfaced.

She held his cheeks in both hands, stopping his lips just inches from hers. His lips and nose, glistening with sweat and intoxication, poised in anticipation, he asked, "Miss, didn't you like it? Why did you stop?"


Geetha’s breath feathered against his lips, a strange new sensation that nonetheless awakened a deep yearning within her. “Don’t bite,” she murmured.


“I didn’t bite, Miss. Only my lips,” Bharath replied, his voice a low rumble.

“Do it slowly, okay?” Geetha requested, a tremor in her voice.

Before her eyes, he lowered his head and gently licked the beads of sweat from her lips, a gesture that sent a ripple of delight through her.

He descended further, his hand finding her elbow, lifting her arm. He kissed deeply into her armpit. Geetha swayed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she seemed to swallow his very presence. “Mmmmmm….. Ha…” Her fingers tightened in his hair, an involuntary grasp.

“Uh…miss, so warm and tempting,” he mumbled under her shoulder.

He extended his tongue, tasting her warm scent, a fleeting touch, and an instant wave of goosebumps erupted across Geetha’s skin, causing her to sway beneath him. Her saree pallu slipped from her shoulder, unnoticed. Without allowing her a moment to catch her breath, he stretched her armpit, his tongue tracing a path from bottom to top, vibrating her soft sweaty folds.

“Ha…. Ah…” she stammered, her eyes, filled with desire, fixed on him.

Geetha pulled back on Bharath’s hair. As she did, her pallu shifted, offering a fleeting glimpse of her cleavage, and a trickle of sweat traced a path down her neck. Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, a sight that only intensified his own burgeoning desire. He met her gaze, a silent question in his eyes, seeking her silent consent. Geetha took a shaky breath, her eyes meeting his, and offered a small, hesitant smile. Bharath returned it, a slow, knowing smile.

“Doesn’t it feel dirty to you?” she whispered.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her neck. Her breasts brushed against his chest once more. “Ah…”

“No, Miss, I want it,” he murmured against her skin.

“Ugh, naughty fellow,” Geetha breathed, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Miss, are you feeling pleasure or not?” Bharath asked, his voice low and teasing.

Silently, Geetha guided Bharath’s face from her left to her right. He licked her right earlobe, eliciting a soft “Sss…” from her.

Kissing her shoulder, he descended again, his tongue gently tracing her armpit folds once more. Geetha shivered, a cascade of ticklish sensations engulfing her. “H… Hah.”

“Mmm… If you don’t like it, tell me, I’ll stop…” he murmured, his tongue continuing its hypnotic rhythm, like peeling cream from a chocolate wrapper.

Geetha made no reply, lost in a swirling trance. Her hand found the stand behind her, grasping it to steady herself, to stop the trembling. Bharath, noticing her action, took it as an affirmative. He released her hand, his own finding her hips, holding them firmly as he leaned over, pressing his arousal against her thighs. A sudden heat flared between her legs. 

What he had already been doing made her labia tremble, and now the friction of his body against hers intensified her craving to an almost unbearable degree.

He moved from her right armpit, coming to the center, and kissed just below her neck. Her nipples hardened, tingling with anticipation. “Ah… Bharath.”

He looked up. “Tell me, Miss?”

Geetha’s lips parted. She leaned her neck forward, almost reaching for his lips, but Bharath moved lower, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Mmmmmm…” she hummed, her lips pursed in pleasure.

Continuing his journey of kisses, he moved to her left armpit. Understanding her pleasure, as Bharath drew nearer, she raised one hand and held her other. Driven to distraction by her scent, he began to completely surrender to her. Her entire body was consumed by sweet tingles, twisting beneath him. The itch in her vagina intensified, her labia trembled, and a small trickle escaped, slightly dampening her panties. Gradually, as the pleasure overwhelmed her, she closed her eyes in blissful contentment, panting and moaning.
“Aaah… Umm…” she cried out.

She shifted back, and he paused. He tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her closer. “Miss, don’t move.”

In a daze of pleasure, she nodded vertically, a soft “Mmm…” escaping her lips as she looked into his eyes. 

Both of them were glistening with sweat. Bharath’s left palm cupped her face, his fingers gently stroking the curve of her neck. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, lost in ecstasy.

Leaning forward, he showered kisses below her neck, moving downwards. Immediately, her left hand lowered, grasping his head, stopping him. Geetha’s breasts, stiff with desire, swelled with her heavy breathing, her blouse seeming on the verge of bursting its hooks. Her nipples, hardened with longing, were clearly outlined beneath the fabric. He stared at them.

“He looks like he’s going to kiss there, I can’t. 

I don’t even understand my own situation 

with what he’s doing already.”

“Miss, how beautiful your boobs are, near the waterfalls, and recently on the hill in wet clothes… No one matches your beauty,” Bharath murmured, his voice husky.

At his words, Geetha’s craving intensified, and she found herself looking at him with lustful eyes, on the verge of complete surrender. A hidden wave of shame, however, flushed her cheeks and held her back. “Bharath, didn’t I tell you not to say things like that?”

“Miss, but when I see your breast, that’s what I feel,” he countered, his gaze unwavering.

She shifted her body slightly, and with the movement, a portion of her right bra, revealing a glimpse of her breast, became visible. Seeing it, Bharath’s left hand came forward, moving upwards.

“What is he doing? 

No, should I stop him now or not?”

He slowly approached, his gaze intense, and gently touched the visible edge of her bra. 

Gradually, his index finger made contact with her soft, swelling breast, sending a delicious tingle through her. He pushed it inward.

“Miss, see how beautiful your breasts are; your bra shows it,” he whispered.

“Where did he learn these words at this age?”

Geetha’s face bloomed with delight, and a shy smile touched her lips, a hint of coyness in her eyes. “You’ve learned your words well.”

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His gaze, intense and fixed on her breasts, flustered Geetha. A silent question hung in the air: "No... would he dare do that?"

The answer came swiftly. Bharat suddenly looped the mangalsutra around Geetha's neck, letting it fall to her back. In the same motion, he bent, pressing his face into her cleavage, his lips tracing the edges of her blouse, high on her delicate, creamy mounds. Geetha’s blood surged, a fiery current. His chin brushed the soft valley of her cleavage, inhaling womanly aroma.

"Ah... Bharat, what are you doing? No... mmm..." Geetha moaned, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her lips as she swayed, her control slipping. Bharat, consumed by the moment, continued his relentless shower of kisses.

"Mmm... puppy," she breathed.

Bharat’s voice was a low murmur against her skin. "Umm... Miss, please, I want to kiss you here, umm... I'm crazy about your boobs..." His right hand moved beneath her armpit, his thumb gently prodding and caressing the side bulge of her left breast as he continued to kiss her bosom.

"Ah... but..." Geetha started, her protest faltering.

"No, I can't stop, I want it, my nipples are tingling.”

Under Bharat’s insistent touch, the blouse hook above her cleavage gave way. 

He wasted no time, his lips claiming the newly revealed skin. Geetha’s moans grew more passionate. He lifted his head, his lips finding the tender skin of her neck.

"Sss... slowly," she urged, a soft plea.

He fumbled with the second hook, unable to undo it with one hand, a fleeting worry about tearing the fabric crossing his mind. To his surprise, Geetha, lost in a haze of ecstasy, pushed his hand aside.

"Stop, you..." she murmured, and then, with her own hands, she unbuttoned the two remaining hooks. Without a moment’s hesitation, Bharat pushed the blouse aside, diving into the valley of her cleavage. His mouth settled between her creamy mounds, his lips ascending their soft peaks.

Geetha’s hands found their way into Bharat’s hair, pulling him closer, her desire deepening.

"Umm... Miss... your boobs are like cheesecake..." he mumbled, pressing his lips hard into her skin, showering her with rich kisses.

"Mmm... hah... slowly," Geetha responded, a breathless sound.

Their tongues and lips mingled, a symphony of kisses until saliva smeared their skin. As his chin moved up and down, the bra’s connection caused her boobs to sway enticingly.

"Aah..." she gasped as he suddenly lifted his head.

"Miss..." he whispered, holding her face. Unable to control himself, he kissed her cheeks, her chin, her nose, as she stood before him, pliant as a doll. They both took deep, ragged breaths, their gazes locked on each other’s lips. As he gently rubbed her cheek with his finger, Geetha tilted her neck, her rose-colored, lipstick-stained lips parting. She reached for Bharat's lower lip, and he, in turn, drew her upper lip into his mouth. They were consumed by a deep, consuming kissing.

Saliva gathered at the corners of their lips dripping below chins.. When they finally parted, taking a collective breath, their lips reconnected with a soft sucking sound. As Geetha’s tongue lightly touched his lips, Bharat pulled hard on her lower lip, sucking it, slurping up all the lipstick that now smeared both their mouths. He licked it clean. Kissing and slurping, they continued to draw at each other.

Bharat’s right hand moved downwards, pressing beneath her armpit, then curving around to her left side. His fingertips traced the curve of her breast until his hand fully covered her left boob. A jolt went through Geetha, her bosom suddenly heavy. She parted her lips, a soft moan escaping.

"Mmmmm... ah..."

He cupped her boob from beneath, her round, creamy mound resting comfortably in his hand. He lifted his thumb, pressing it against her nipple. Geetha’s nerves tingled, and she looked at him, a hesitant breath escaping her lips. "Aah..."

"Miss, how bubbly it is," he murmured.

Anxiously, she lifted her hand and placed it around his neck. But Bharat’s hands moved over her shoulders to her sides, causing her blouse to slide down, revealing more. 

"What is happening? No...“

"Puppy..." Geetha whispered, and then, her lips met his once more, a passionate dance unfolding. They licked each other's mouths, consumed by the moment.

"Your blouse is getting wet with sweat, Miss..." Bharat murmured, and he kissed her lips once again, the world outside them fading into oblivion.

Her shoulders, now bared, revealed only the thin white straps of her bra. Gently, he massaged her delicate arms just below her shoulders.

Breaking their kiss, Bharat murmured, "Miss, you have a bra on, right? Take off this blouse..." and with that, he pulled it down to her arms. Geetha was momentarily stunned by his audacity, yet a deeper surge of desire ignited within her.

She folded her arms, pressing her breasts together, their upper curves exposed and seemingly on the verge of spilling from her bra. He watched her, half-naked, excited, inhaling her scent as an intense internal tension coiled within him.

Freeing one hand from her blouse, Geetha pulled Bharat into a tight embrace. Her blouse, still clinging to her, now dangled on his back. He instantly reciprocated, crushing her breasts against his chest. Gradually, his erect organ found her wet folds over petticoat, the friction sending a tremor through her quivering labia.

"Mmm..." Geetha sighed.

Rubbing his nose on her neck, Bharat whispered, "Miss, this feels good."

"Ah... you're leaning on me, move back a little," Geetha breathed.

He immediately stepped back slightly. Unbeknownst to them, when Bharat had moved between her thighs earlier, the safety pin holding her saree pleats had come undone. Now, as he shifted, it pricked him in the navel through his pants.

"Ah...!" Bharat cried out in little pain.

"What happened?" Geetha asked, startled.

"Miss, did you put a pin there? It pricked me," he explained.

Geetha quickly removed the pin and began to adjust her pleats when he gently grasped her hands. She looked up, her gaze meeting his.

"Miss, I want to see your navel," Bharat confessed.

At his request, a shy smile touched her lips, and she stepped back to stand. She released the pleats of her saree, adjusting it to expose her navel, and was about to re-tuck it when he swiftly embraced her, his lips finding the curve of her neck.

She froze in surprise.

Geetha's grip loosened, and her saree slid to the floor. His five fingers spanned both sides of her waist, softly kneading her tender, moon-shaped curves. A soft moan escaped her as she hugged him back. "Ah... Bharat," she murmured.

"Miss, I've seen your waist, I've seen your thighs... why not more?" he pressed.

"Meaning now, no, no, he wouldn't do that," she thought, a frantic denial against what her imagination had already conjured. But what Geetha had feared seemed about to unfold. He lowered his right hand, wrapping the string of her petticoat around his fingers. 

Panicked, she grabbed his hand to stop him. In that instant, Bharat flicked his wrist, and with a soft thud, the petticoat slipped down.

Geetha, a celestial beauty whose desires were as profound as her shyness, now stood before a stranger, not her husband. And this stranger was Bharat, a student who had entered her life so innocently, once so bashful in her presence, now growing intimately closer with each passing day, his desires aligning with hers. Never had they imagined such a moment would arrive in their lives.

Now, Geetha stood shy and half-naked, still attempting to shield her body from Bharat's gaze. 

It was the end of winter, the cusp of summer. Outside, a chill lingered, but within, the air was thick with rising passion.

The moment her petticoat fell, a cold shiver enveloped her. She instinctively hugged Bharat tightly. As her thighs brushed against his, his firmly erect hard-on curved upwards, rising to press against her just below her navel, its heat wafting towards her. Gradually, he wrapped both hands around her back and lifted her into his lap.

Her milk-white body, rose-petal lips, star-like eyes, moon-like face, the waterfall-like slope of her neck, her mango-juicy boobs, cloud-soft waist, cotton-pillow-like firm buttocks, and butter-soft spine – Bharat had barely glimpsed them all before she plunged into his hug.

"Naughty fellow... why did you do that? I won't let you see," Geetha playfully chided.

Kissing her neck, Bharat reassured her, "Miss, it's okay."

"Ha... No, close your eyes," she insisted.

"Why, Miss?" he asked.

"No."

"Miss, you're warm," he observed.

With his right index finger on her back, he traced a path from her neck to her bra strap clip with the speed of a falling sweat drop and the delicate pressure of a cotton thread. Geetha moved her legs, her trembling spine twisting.

"Aahh..." she moaned.

"Miss, turn around," he requested.

"Uh-uh..." she demurred.

He lowered his hands and placed them over her panties, his fingers caressing her waist. 

Geetha's reaction transcended words; her body heaved with heavy breaths. With her every movement, her breasts were crushed together, like perfectly round balls, against his chest.

Geetha’s gaze met Bharat’s, and as his lips found hers, a jolt of passion surged through her. Her fingers instinctively pressed into his back, while he tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His erection, already straining between them, found its mark, piercing the soft flesh just below her navel and igniting a fiery sensation that left her breathless.

With a swift movement, Geetha turned Bharat around, guiding him with a gentle push as she walked him towards the sofa. He tumbled onto the cushions, looking up at her. Her white bra, partially concealing her breasts, hinted at the matching panty that shielded her womanness.

Before Bharat could fully take in the scene, the room plunged into darkness as Geetha switched off the lights. A soft chuckle escaped him. In the newfound darkness, she moved in front of him, taking his hands and wrapping them around her waist. His fingers splayed, gripping and squeezing her waist curves, eliciting a soft moan from her. "Ooh…"

"Turn on the light, Miss," Bharat requested, his voice a low murmur.

"You said you wanted a kiss, didn't you, my dear…" Geetha’s playful words hung in the air as she straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips. He pulled her into a tight embrace, and his erection nestled against her navel, its base resting at the junction of her thighs. 

Geetha trembled with ecstasy as Bharat’s engorged rod, pressing against her damp panty, sent shivers through her, causing her vulval lips to quiver and spread.

She realised in second of darkness Bharath thrown of his T-shirt already.

“Ah… no t-shirt, when did he take it off? 

Is he burning up, or am I cold?”

Bharat couldn't wait. As he leaned in to bury his face in her cleavage, Geetha’s hand found his hair, stopping him just in time to join their lips once more. She bit his lower lip passionately, and in return, he sucked on her upper lip. Unable to control the building itch within her, she dug her knees into the sofa cushions, making her body dance against his hard-on.

He offered his lips to her again, his hands sliding down to cup her buttocks.

“He grabbed me there. Mmm… I can’t say no.”

He buried both hands beneath her soft, plum buttocks, caressing their tenderness, his fingers provocatively tracing from her thighs to beneath her panty. A new sensation washed over Geetha. "Ooh…" she moaned.

"Miss, so smooth," Bharat whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Their lips met again. Geetha began to push his thighs back and forth, his erection rubbing against her through the thin fabric of her panty. Without breaking the kiss, their tongues dueled, sharing drink of saliva in a passionate dance.

As Geetha moved, Bharat's pants shifted, revealing a quarter of his length, which pressed against her navel. A lustful fluid oozed from him, sticking to her skin. Sharing breaths, they finally separated their saliva-drenched lips, chin, throat. Unable to bear the intense friction on her desire, Geetha rested her face against Bharat's neck.

He shifted slightly, then leaned back against the sofa, pulling Geetha closer and peppering kisses along her neck. As he bent, Geetha rose to her knees, her body hot and sweating. 

Drops of her sweat clung to Bharat's lips, and he pressed them, extending his tongue to lick the perspiration from her cleavage, moistening it with his saliva. Geetha floated in a trance, shivering with pure pleasure.

Kissing her cleavage mounds, he moved an inch lower, his lips finding her semi-naked right boob. Her intimate core responded, dripping with honey, and she held his hair, pressing him deeper into her cleavage.

"Miss… Umm…" Bharat murmured.

"Sss…puppy lick just lick that, aah" Geetha responded, a soft hiss of pleasure.

His lips found her right boob edge, warm and seeking, as he licked her sweat-drenched, cheesy mounds. His head moved from side to side, alternating between the two, offering a lip kiss, then a tongue kiss. Geetha’s breathing grew heavy, her breasts swelling, almost bursting from their confines. Bharat, however, continued to lick the cream-like coating sweat on them.

"Mmmmm…" she purred.

Kissing her breasts, he slid three fingers into the edges of her panty, near her buttocks.

“Ah… he’s going to pull down my panty. Uff…”

As he softly pressed her buttocks with three fingers and continued to kiss her boobs on bra, Geetha surrendered, trembling with passion. He buried his face between her soft balls, savoring their fragrance, softness, and tenderness with his lips, kissing her deeply. 

Unable to control his lust, he thrust all five fingers into the side of her buttocks, inside her panty, and passionately squeezed both asscheeks.

Geetha’s whole body vibrated.

"Aahh…" she screamed passionately, drawing out the sound.

Bharat was momentarily startled, pausing his kisses on her boobs.

"Puppy, slowly, I'm not going anywhere." Geetha reassured him.

"Excuse me, Miss," Bharat replied, not understanding the reason for her scream, and continued to kiss her neck.

His fingers remained inside her panty, rubbing against her buttocks as he kissed her neck. Geetha trembled and swayed. His erection, now another inch out, hissed and rubbed against her navel. All of this intensified her lust, excitement, and the throbbing itch within her.

She bent both thighs, pressing them against Bharat’s erection. The warm wetness of her panty touched his engorged member, igniting his lust further.

As he leaned in to kiss her cleavage again, she stopped him, wrapping her arms tightly around him, pressing her curves against his chest, and entwining her thighs with his. 

Gradually, Bharat’s erection became lodged between their navels, throbbing and burning against her waist fat. For the first time, the touch of Bharat’s erection against her waist intensified their excitement to an unbearable degree. Unable to bear the commotion her vulval lips were making, she pressed them against the base of Bharat’s organ and began to sway.

Geetha’s wet fluids felt raw against the base of his erection, and as he caressed her soft waist with his erection, he was driven wild, the veins in his hands tensing as he passionately squeezed her soft buttocks.

"Ahh… Uff… Bharat," she gasped.

She tilted her head back, held Bharat's face, pressed her lips against his, extending her tongue into his mouth for him to suck. She kissed his chin, then his lips again, sucking and licking, and began to knead his buttocks. The burning rod rubbed against her navel, and within both of them, desires overflowed.

Geetha’s body tingled even more. Her waist nerves pulsed, and her vulval lips trembled. Bharat pulled and released her upper lip with his lips. Geetha, in turn, bit and pulled Bharat’s lower lip. He tightly squeezed her buttocks and pressed her thighs to his waist. 

Geetha’s intimate core, pressed against his erection, caused her whole body to tingle. She fell into Bharat’s arms, soaking his entire thighs, and trembling intensely, ejaculated sweet honey from her, completely drenching her panty.

"Amma… Haah… Fff…" Geetha gasped.

"Miss… Sss…" Bharat responded, a low hiss of pleasure.

At that touch, Bharat’s erection surged and powerfully ejaculated sperm. The first stream, hot and thick like molten mercury, showered upwards onto her left bra. The second release squirted beneath the junction of her two boobs and slid into her navel. As they gasped and swayed, the third spurt landed directly in her navel and dripped down to the edges of her panty.

She fell onto Bharat, hugging him tightly. His erection had completely discharged its fluids, which flowed down from her panty. Closing her eyes, she rested her face on Bharat’s right neck, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She wondered why, even with Bharat’s dick sensually pressing against her waist and his warm shower drenching her navel, she felt even more pleasure and excitement.

Bharat put his hands on her back, his right index finger scratching beneath her bra clip. He was amazed, recalling the two incidents that had happened to him earlier that day.

Geetha opened her eyes for a moment and glanced at the wall clock to her left. In the darkness, the radium hands glowed, showing ten twenty-six.

“We even had dinner, if I sleep like this, ugh…

 Geetha, what thoughts are coming to your mind?”

A gasp tore from Bharath's lips as he leaned back, spent. Geetha felt a warm, sticky sensation bloom on her waist where their thighs had tangled. She sprang up, the sudden movement propelled her towards the sanctuary of the bedroom bathroom.

Inside, the reflection of sight where Bharath's thick semen on her skin brought an awkward flush, yet a blush also bloomed on her lips. Her mind replayed the raw intimacy, his member thrashing, spraying against her, and she savored the phantom sensation. With a curious finger, she collected a pearl of the fresh, warm semen fluid from the edge of her bra and brought it to her nose. A quick recoil followed, and she flung it into the sink. Her bra came off, and she used the semen-stained fabric to wipe her waist. A lone drop clinging to the underside of her nipple caught her eye, and her lips curved in a silent smile, a mirroring sensation in her "vertical lips."

Another shiver, hot and electric, coursed between her thighs. An impulse surged to step out, to simply collapse into Bharath’s lap and imagine, to coax those sweet, mischievous acts that would finally soothe her tingling body.

But just as she was wiping herself, Bharath's voice, muffled by the door, drifted in. "Miss, it's late, I'm leaving. I'll close the door. Good night, Miss."

She flung the door open, stepping out into the bedroom. The main door stood closed. He was gone. Still naked, she padded to the kitchen, retrieving her saree and petticoat from the floor where they'd fallen in their earlier haste. Back in the bathroom, her legs trembled with the echoes of the afternoon's forbidden events. She had never walked naked in her own house before, and the thought alone sent tremors through her.

She flicked on the geyser, her mind replaying the moment she'd squirted on Bharath, her moans mingling with the press of their lips. For a few minutes, a wave of shyness washed over her. She scratched her head, unable to meet her own gaze in the mirror as she paced aimlessly in the confines of the bathroom.

Finally, she filled the bathtub with hot water and slowly, luxuriantly, submerged her hot, sweaty body up to her breasts. The reflection of her flushed face shimmered on the water's surface, a shy, private smile playing on her lips.

[Mutthal07]

Super bro. Thanks for this good sized & hot update.

[secpass]

You are just amazing bro

[secpass]

Your imagination and pace are so realistic and out of the world , very well done

[raja shri]

Osm and sexy update bro..
Very sexy update...the way you written seduction scene is osm ..I can't wait what happens next ...osm writing skills

[WriterPK]

Ultimate.. excellent bro

[BadeGANDu]

Amezing bro. Waiting.

[santhu304]

Awesome bro

[snehasis]

superb one