Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Projectmp]

I request, English readers do not go to Telugu thread. Don’t ruin your reading experience by raw translation. I’ll translate cautiously to give you better reading experience in English also.

Ofcourse Haran garu. This thought never came. Waiting and checking for update is a different feeling.

[val.coutinho]

Good story bro.... Please keep updating regularly..... It's one hell of a plot... Good and hot encounter..... Let Geeta enjoy with her hero Bharat and no one else...

[Sage_69]

Loved the updates. Eagerly waiting for more. Geetha doing interesting things everyday.

[santhu304]

Man with golden heart and dick

[secpass]

Good one bro I in keeping her integrity , keep going eagerly waiting for the coming updates won’t see Telugu it’s more fun reading in English

[nallapaiyan2]

bro what is the password for the pdfs telugu

[WriterPK]

Bro next update?

[secpass]

Hi bro eagerly waiting for the next encounter

[Projectmp]

Eagerly waiting

[Pattaasu Balu]

This man knows that she is a cock hungry bitch and will call him soon. Good one.

[snowy69]

You are an artist bro..
What an amazing story..
Loved it...
Update soon..

[fuckandforget]

Superb

[Projectmp]

Good story bro.... Please keep updating regularly..... It's one hell of a plot... Good and hot encounter..... Let Geeta enjoy with her hero Bharat and no one else...

Echoing the same.

[raja shri]

Amazing update bro, u turn the whole picture bharat to shiva ...I think shiva is a straight forward person...bcz the way he said I want to fuck you osm said thing and geetha attract to him...let see what happens next ...who fuck geetha first...?
Waiting for your next update

[Haran000]

Thank you all

[Haran000]

Small reminder for readers: Personally, I have no particular interest to delve into Ramya-Vikas side of bond. It will be shown in a flow according to plot requirement. That’s it. 

[Haran000]

10. Melting Point

The following day, the staff room buzzed with the lunchtime rush. An expansive eight-foot-long, three-foot-wide table, encircled by sixteen chairs, dominated the space. On the second chair to the right of the door, a small world of Geetha's belongings lay: four books, a stack of test papers, her handbag, and, beside it, the yellow lid of a tiffin box. From the open box, a solitary lump of curry-mixed rice beckoned. Geetha, spoon poised, was just about to take a mouthful when a human shadow fell across her face.

Her gaze drifted to the doorway. There stood Vikas, a tall, slender figure with silky hair, his hands clasped behind his back, his right shoulder subtly pushed forward. He stared at the floor, seemingly oblivious to Geetha's presence. Beside him, a more robust figure, Bharat, stood at Vikas's eye level. Red with short, somewhat unruly hair, a mischievous smile played on his lips as his eyes fixed on Geetha's neck.

At their appearance, Geetha's eyes narrowed. She quickly replaced the tiffin lid, closed the box, and lifted her chin in defiance. "What are you two doing here?" she demanded.

Bharat's hand found the door handle next to him, his index finger idly twisting. "Miss, for the movie?" he ventured.

"When?" Geetha asked, her tone still sharp.

Vikas then shifted forward slightly, his shoulder brushing against Bharat's. "Evening, Miss," he offered.

"Okay," Geetha replied, a hint of resignation in her voice.

Bharat, his gaze unwavering and a smile still playing on his lips, pressed, "Miss will come, right?"

A faint flush touched Geetha's cheeks. "I said okay, now go to class," she said, a trace of shyness in her voice.

After Vikas and Bharat had departed for their class, Harish approached Vikas. "Is it okay?" Harish asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yes..." Vikas replied, a thoughtful pause before the word.

Harish considered calling Vandana to discuss the matter, but ultimately decided against it. He reasoned it was better if their classmates remained unaware, and so, he remained silent.


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The car, precisely at six twenty in the evening, pulled up before the grand theatre. Bharath, already by the hall entrance with Harish, Kaushik, and Vikas, recognized Geetha's vehicle immediately. He swiftly moved towards her, waving her through the gate. Once inside, Ramya emerged from the car. She was resplendent in a grey Jamdani cotton saree with a delicate black border, a perfect complement to her fair complexion. Her pallu, dbangd loosely, seemed to merely graze her ample bosom, threatening to slip with the slightest breeze. A plain black long-sleeved blouse, bead earrings, thin black clay bangles, and flat sandals completed her ensemble. As she adjusted her pallu, Vikas's gaze lingered on her breasts, filled with undisguised longing.

"I'll sit next to teacher," Kaushik declared, staking his claim.

"I'll sit!" Vikas countered.

"Please, let me sit," Kaushik pleaded.

"Okay," Vikas conceded, a sly grin playing on his lips, "I'll sit for the first half, and you can sit for the second half."

Kaushik grunted in reluctant agreement.

Harish, observing their antics, remarked, "You didn't come to watch a movie."

"We came to watch the movie with Miss," Vikas corrected him, his eyes still on Ramya.

Bharath chuckled, a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. His gaze was fixed on car . Geetha locked the car, emerging from the driver's side, and deftly dusted the pleats of her cream Chanderi saree with a red border before walking towards them.

Fair-skinned, her hair neatly parted, and her lips a vibrant Mandaram red, Geetha's presence seemed to glow with the sparkle of a sunset. Small stud earrings, a delicate gold chain intertwined with her mangalsutra, a watch with a beaded strap on one wrist, and four red designer bangles on the other adorned her. Her slightly elevated sandals added a subtle grace to her stride, her hips swaying in wide, captivating curves.

As Bharath watched, captivated, Geetha reached Ramya. As the two women approached, a fleeting glimpse of Geetha's milky white waist beneath her pallu sent shivers through the waiting boys. They stiffened, their anticipation palpable, like children eagerly awaiting the arrival of an ice cream cart.

Reaching the boys, who stood near the fence by the theatre entry, Geetha noticed the absence of Vandana and the others. "Where are Vandana and Lavanya?" she inquired.

The four boys, however, were oblivious to their surroundings, their eyes fixed on the alluring curves of their beautiful teachers. Vikas and Kaushik remained fixated on Ramya's oranges, while Harish and Bharath were lost in the captivating allure of Geetha's "rosy lips".

"I'm asking you, has Vandana not arrived yet?" Geetha pressed, a hint of impatience in her voice.

Harish blinked twice, regaining his composure. "They're coming, Miss," he stammered, "they're a bit late."

"Hmm," Geetha acknowledged, then moved to stand next to Bharath. He leaned slightly towards her ear.

"Miss, your lips are glowing," Bharath whispered, his voice laced with admiration.

Geetha giggled, a blush creeping up her neck. "Stop it," she admonished playfully.

Before Bharath could utter another word, Vandana, Chandana, and Lavanya entered through the gate together.

"Ah, they've arrived, let's go," Harish announced.

"Did you get the tickets?" Ramya asked.

"Miss, we got them before you arrived," Kaushik replied, puffing out his chest with pride.

As Vandana and the others approached, they greeted Geetha and Ramya with folded hands. Kaushik presented the tickets to the usher, and they were granted entry.

Ascending the balcony stairs, Vikas chimed, "It's not too late, the show starts in five minutes."

Inside, they turned right, making their way to row A. Some seats in the middle of the row were already occupied. Kaushik went ahead, checked their designated seats, and called out to them. As everyone drew closer, they realized their seats were at the very end of the row.

"What's this, why did you take seats like this?" Ramya complained, a frown creasing her brow. "It would have been better to take seats in the middle of another row."

"Well, Miss," Vikas explained, "we didn't book online, did we? We just told that uncle we wanted seats in A, and he gave them like this."

Everyone decided to make do. Seeing two men at the very end of their row where their seat numbers ended, Ramya asked Kaushik to sit next to them. Geetha, simply wishing for everyone to be comfortable, went ahead and settled into seat number one. Bharath noticed this.

"Miss, why are you going to the corner? Come here," Bharath urged.

"It's okay, Bharath, you sit," Geetha insisted.

Undeterred, Bharath went to Geetha, motioned for her to sit in seat two, and took seat one himself. Chandana then sat next to Geetha. As they settled, the advertisements began, and the lights dimmed.

"Anyway, he sat next to Miss," Vikas whispered conspiratorially in Harish's ear.

Harish chuckled in response. Lavanya looked at them, curiosity piqued.

"Why are you laughing?" Lavanya inquired.

"Nothing," Harish replied, stifling his laughter.

Vikas stood behind Ramya and whispered in her ear, "Miss, sit next to me."

Ramya agreed, settling into the seat beside him.

From the screen towards the projector, the group was seated in this order, right to left: Bharath, Geetha, Chandana, Lavanya, Vandana, Harish, Ramya, Vikas, Kaushik.

Vandana and Lavanya were engrossed in their conversation, while Vikas was gazing intently at Ramya, who returned his gaze. The blare of the advertisements swallowed their whispers, making them inaudible to the others.

"Miss, thanks," Vikas murmured.

"For what?" Ramya asked.

"Nothing, just to sit next to you," Vikas replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"Hmm," Ramya hummed.

Then Kaushik leaned over and called Ramya. "Miss, you could sit between the two of us, couldn't you?"

"Uh-uh," Ramya demurred.

"Why not, Miss?" Vikas pressed.

"We're already sitting, why change?" Ramya reasoned.

"Miss, you chat with both of us, but you'll only watch the movie with me?" Vikas's voice took on a theatrical note of hurt. "He's feeling bad."

"Vikas, it wouldn't look good if I got up now," Ramya said, a slight flush on her cheeks.

"Miss, then you have to sit next to me in the second half," Kaushik asserted.

"Okay," Ramya conceded.

Meanwhile, Harish initiated a conversation with Vandana.

"Will there be comedy in the movie?" Vandana asked.

"Yes, that's what's playing now," Harish replied. "We came for this because the talk is it's good."

"Oh, okay," Vandana said.

"Can I tell you something and you do it?" Harish inquired, his voice dropping slightly.

"What?" Vandana's eyebrows rose.

"Watch the movie but don't look our way, okay?" Harish instructed.

"Why?"

"Don't ask why, just don't look, okay? For my sake," he pleaded.

"But why?" Vandana persisted.

"I'll tell you later," Harish promised. "You'll listen to me, won't you? Don't look, if anything, ask me."

"Okay," Vandana agreed, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

Harish finished his conversation with Vandana, then turned and snapped his fingers, signaling to Vikas.

The show began. Everyone was engrossed. After the credits rolled and the movie started, a natural eagerness to watch settled over them. They had, after all, come for a movie.

After a while, Bharath subtly extended his left hand onto the armrest, his fingers brushing against Geetha's. Geetha, unsure if it was intentional or accidental, chose to ignore it. He then leaned a bit closer, his shoulder gently touching hers. She looked at him. He met her gaze, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

Geetha leaned back slightly, resting her head on the seat. Bharath tilted his neck, bringing his mouth level with her ear.

"Miss, what have you put on your lips?" he whispered.

"Lipstick," Geetha replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"You see those couple seats in the front?" Bharath continued.

"Hmm," Geetha murmured.

"Do you think anyone would lip-kiss there?" he ventured, his tone conspiratorial.

"Stupid," Geetha chastised him softly. "What thoughts are those? Watch the movie."

He lifted his hand, intertwining his fingers with Geetha's. 

“I expected this already.”

"Miss, genuinely," Bharath pressed on, "couples come to movies, but some people romance."

‘Is he even thinking he's talking to me, or...’

Geetha pinched Bharath's hand. "What are you talking to me about?"

"Nothing, Miss. You sitting like that with Gautam Sir in the movie theatre..."

Geetha blushed, her shoulders shaking with a suppressed laugh. "Tell me, Miss, did you?" Bharath prodded.

"About the movie," Geetha interjected, trying to steer the conversation. "Watch it, don't talk."

"Did you wear a saree like this or some other dress?" he persisted.

"Shut up," Geetha whispered, a playful exasperation in her voice. "Listen, look over there."

Without a moment's hesitation, Bharath kissed her ear. Geetha's grip on his hand tightened. 

‘What is he doing today?’

He took her earring into his mouth and sucked on it. 

Geetha tried to pull away, moving her head back, her eyes attempting to discern his face in the dim light of the movie. She pushed his hand off the armrest. He rested his head on her shoulder. Geetha leaned back once more.

"Miss, I'm very lucky today," Bharath declared.

"Why?" Geetha asked.

"Because I'm watching a movie with you," he replied simply.

"Hmm," Geetha hummed.

Slowly, he moved his face near her shoulder and inhaled deeply. 

She gently pushed his face away with her hand. He once again delicately held her blouse sleeve and kissed underneath. 

Geetha felt a delightful tingle. Since she didn't object, he took her hand, placed her index finger in his mouth, and began sucking it. 

Geetha found herself unable to say no. She thought he was doing it because he believed she liked it. She closed her eyes.

He sucked and licked each finger, then released them. Geetha, lost in a wave of ecstasy, pretended to watch the movie, her eyes open, her body still as a statue. 

After licking her fingers, he kissed her knuckle. She leaned a little towards Bharath.

"Is this why you came?" Geetha whispered.

"Miss, if you hadn't come, I wouldn't have," Bharath confessed.

Just then, he let go, sensing that Chandana might be looking. Geetha found his caution amusing.

A few minutes later, he took her hand again. She pulled it away, freeing herself. Suddenly, he buried his face in her neck. Geetha felt a sudden jolt but managed to control herself. He opened his mouth at the back of her neck and bit her with both lips. Suppressing a moan, she grabbed Bharath's chin, stopping him.

"Miss, just once, please, Miss," Bharath pleaded.

"Bharath, watch the movie silently," Geetha urged.

"Miss, you kiss me at home, don't you? No one's watching here. Can't you give me one kiss?" he persisted.

"Chandana is next to us, puppy," Geetha whispered, a hint of softness in her voice.

"Just one second, Miss, that's all. Your lips look so good today," Bharath wheedled.

"No," Geetha stated firmly.

"Okay, Miss," Bharath conceded.


I told him ‘no’, and he fell silent. He truly hated to bother me. I let the silence hang between us for a while, even as the movie played on, a rather comedic one. I watched it, but a part of me felt like I'd let him down. Sometimes, the things I do, even if they leave a faint unease within me, also awaken new desires. My body, as a woman, finds itself unable to resist a man's presence.

Yesterday, Shiva. How striking he looked. It's true, some men possess a gaze that can truly captivate women. I used to think such men only existed as heroes on screen, but after seeing him yesterday, I forgot I was even married. Perhaps it was my husband's absence, or maybe the desires stirring within me, but the moment he held my waist, an immense passion ignited. That grip – it was incredible. In that instant, I knew my body craved such a hold. I never cared if Gautam felt pity for me or if he was gentle; he simply never held me with that fierce, almost predatory, intensity.

A part of me, deep down, felt a strange yearning to experience fierce passion, just for one day. I couldn't tell if these were wild fantasies or if my own lust had intensified from overthinking.

Sometimes, as a woman, I feel a pang of guilt for having such thoughts, but then another part of me relishes the transgression. My desire for rough intimacy with my husband is growing stronger. I'm still unsure what I feel for Bharath, and honestly, I don't want to know. With each passing day, I find it harder to control the heat within me. There's a voice inside, urging me to kiss him. And if I refuse, the coldness of the night only intensifies.


As Geetha was lost in her thoughts, Bharath again touched her ear with his lips. She jolted slightly.

"Miss, I want to sleep with you tonight," he whispered.

“What is he saying? It feels like he's saying something else to me.”

"Hey, let me watch the movie," Geetha tried to deflect.

"Miss, for the puppy, please, Miss. Take me home tonight. Miss, I want to be with you," he pleaded, his voice earnest.

"Don't talk about all that now, be quiet, watch the movie," Geetha conceded, a hint of something more in her tone. "After it's over, okay?"


Meanwhile, as Ramya was absorbed in the movie, Vikas, with his arms crossed, subtly reached his left hand to her side, touching her left boob. In response to his touch, her breasts hardened. Feeling a surge of lust, she leaned slightly towards Vikas.

Vikas moved his fingers further onto her boob and pressed. Ramya turned her head and whispered in Vikas's ear, "Shhh... Take your hand off, Vikas."

"Miss, when you showed me on the video call the other day, I wanted to touch them," Vikas confessed.

"That was a call," Ramya whispered back.

"Miss, you're not seeing us as students here, are you?" Vikas pressed. "What's the problem with sitting between us?"

"It's not that..." Ramya began, but her words trailed off as he placed his hand firmly over her breast. She gasped suddenly, her lips pursed, silencing her.

"Miss, put both our hands on your oranges," Vikas murmured, his voice husky. "The hall is dark..." he said, then squeezed once.

"Mmm... A call is different, this is different. Take your hand off," Ramya insisted, a tremor in her voice.

He softly squeezed her breast with his fingers. She instinctively put her hand on the armrest to prevent her body from jolting.

"How did you grow them so much, Miss?" Vikas whispered, his voice filled with genuine wonder. "Don't you know how good they are?"

"Mmm..." Ramya responded, a barely audible sound.

He moved the pallu aside, then pinched and kneaded her nipple.

"Shhh... Vikas, that's enough," Ramya breathed.

"It's not enough, Miss, tell me," Vikas countered. "The second half is another hour. Sit between us. Let's all three enjoy."

"Okay, now take your hand off, something might happen," Ramya conceded, her voice strained.

"Miss, then you have to sit next to me in the second half," Kaushik chimed in, having overheard the conversation.

"Okay," Ramya agreed.

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The interval brought a temporary lull, and Kaushik, Vikas, and Lavanya seized the opportunity to step out for snacks. A couple of minutes later, Chandana excused herself, heading towards the toilets. A few seats away, Vandana and Harish were engrossed in a hushed conversation of their own.

Meanwhile, Bharat, with a slow, deliberate motion, slid his left hand along the armrest. His fingers traced a path down Geetha's back, two of them gently making contact with her lower spine. 

Geetha, feigning indignation, widened her eyes at him. As he playfully twisted fingers, a shiver ran through her, and she subtly writhed in her seat.

"Mmm… What is it? Why are you always touching me…?" Geetha threatened, though a hint of amusement played on her lips.

Bharat, caught off guard, swiftly retracted his hand. "Excuse me, Miss…" he began, but before he could finish, Geetha flashed him a playful, toothy grin.

"Why do you threaten me like that, Miss?" he asked, a smile tugging at his own lips now.

Geetha’s response was quick, delivered with mock severity. "If puppy touches me at home, I don't say anything, but not here, okay? Stay calm."

Bharat leaned in conspiratorially. "Miss, if you promise not to scold me, I'll tell you something."

Geetha hummed in ascent, clearly intrigued.

"Our tuition time is over today, and you haven't given me a kiss yet," Bharat declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

At his words, Geetha’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly turned her face away, a shy smile escaping her.

Just then, the snack brigade returned. Chandana, holding a large popcorn, took what Kaushik handed her. She passed one Coke to Bharat and another to Geetha, then settled into her seat, offering a smaller pack of popcorn to Bharat. "Miss, let's share this between us."

Bharat, however, politely declined, returning the popcorn to Geetha. "I don't want it, Miss. You take it."

"Take it, what happened?" Chandana insisted, confused.

"I don't like it. You eat it. The cool drink is enough," Bharat reiterated.

Geetha, holding the popcorn in one hand, took Bharat's Coke and placed it in the cup holder facing him. "Will you get chips instead?" she offered, her eyes sparkling.

The soft glow of the movie screen cast shifting shadows as Bharath turned, and Geetha, with a mischievous glint in her eye, leaned in close. 

"Not chips," he whispered, his breath warm against Geetha's ear, "I want your lips, Miss." 

Then, a feather-light brush of his lips just below her ear sent a flush across Geetha's cheeks, turning them the color of soft roses. With another shy smile, she playfully pinched Bharat's hand, a sudden, firm squeeze that made him quickly pull away before anyone noticed.

As the pre-movie buzz subsided, a hush fell over the theater. Geetha, having drained her coke, set the empty cup in the holder. In a blink, Bharat swapped their drinks, his lips already on her straw, savoring her untouched coke. Geetha stared, aghast. 

‘What should I do now? 

I can't even open my mouth. 

He took mine and made it his taste.’

 She shot him a fiery glare, but Bharat only grinned, a triumphant laugh bubbling up.

With a defiant pout, Geetha took the offered coke, her shimmering lips tracing the curve where his had been, drinking the coke now mingled with his saliva. Bharat watched her, his gaze intense, and she felt her eyelids tremble in response. A shared, shyly mischievous smile bloomed between them. 

‘What is it with this boy? 

All his actions are mischievous.’

Leaning back into the plush seats, they surrendered to the unfolding story on screen. Time slipped away, the world outside fading as they lost themselves in the movie's embrace. 

Then, a beautiful, romantic song began, weaving its spell.

The scene unfolded: the hero, in a flower garden, kissed the heroine's belly as she lay amidst the blossoms. His lips then traced a path upwards, gently touching her nose, before settling on her neck, making her eyes flutter shut in shy delight. 

In the next shot, he lifted her, spun her in a joyous circle, lowered her into a tender embrace, and kissed her neck again before descending further to kiss her cleavage. 

Geetha's eyes flickered to Bharat, who quickly averted his gaze, as if caught in the act of watching her.

The heroine ran, he pursued, stopping her against a wall. His arms wrapped around her, he pulled the string of her blouse from behind, kissing her back, teasing her cheek until she playfully escaped. Then, she swung on a swing, leaning back, her saree pallu absent, her cleavage fully revealed, captivating the audience with her beauty. A prickle of discomfort stirred within Geetha. Next to her, Bharat's gaze was fixed, rapt.

As the scene continued, the hero held the heroine by her waist, their lips drawing closer, eyes locked in longing. 

The image brought Shiva back to Geetha's mind, and a surge of playfulness made her bite her lip. 

The hero then cupped the heroine's face, their lips finally meeting in a passionate kiss. 

Seeing this, Bharat turned his head, his eyes meeting Geetha's, a slow smile spreading across his face. Geetha, overcome with shyness, hid her face.

Moments later, Bharat leaned in, his face close to her shoulder, his gaze fixed on her. 

Sensing his closeness, Geetha tilted her neck just so, and in a swift, unexpected move, kissed his forehead. He stiffened, startled. When he looked up, she gave him a mischievous wink. He moved up, his warm breath caressing the skin below her neck.

"Miss," Bharat whispered, "did you like doing this, watching a movie with me?"

Geetha nodded, a shy smile gracing her lips. Bharat glanced at his friends, their attention unwavering on the screen. Slowly, his left hand found hers, lifting it gently, making her head tilt back. Geetha looked at him, a questioning arch to her brow. Bharat brought a finger to his lips. "Shhh," he mouthed. "Miss, you watch the movie silently; don't move."

Though she didn't quite understand, Geetha acquiesced, settling back with her hand behind her head, her eyes returning to the screen. Bharat moved lower, leaning his body to the left, slipping under Geetha's armpit. He scanned their surroundings, and finding no prying eyes, he opened his mouth and, on her blouse, licked her armpit wet patch.

A shiver of ticklishness ran through Geetha, making her sway slightly. She turned her neck to glance at Bharat, whose eyes, full of playful mischief, met hers. A soft laugh escaped her, quickly suppressed as she feigned disinterest.

As Geetha's subtle signal gave consent, Bharat buried his face, sniffing her armpit like a mad dog, then kissing it, arousing a deeper longing within her. She placed her hand on his head, pressing down lightly. He tugged at her blouse with his lips, his tongue flicking, tickling her. 

Unable to bear it, a giggle threatening to erupt, she quickly lowered her hand, pushing him away with her elbow. With her arms still folded, the skin in her armpit folds, raw and cool from Bharat's tongue, sent a hot tremor of desire through her.

After she folded her hands, he bit and pulled the soft white flesh under her blouse sleeve with his lips. An electric shock coursed through Geetha's hand.

Then, he pulled back, settling back to watch the movie. Geetha understood; he had stopped because it wouldn't look good if someone saw them.

[Haran000]

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The evening wind carried a hint of the city's nightlife as everyone emerged from the show. The growling of stomachs signaled it was dinner time, and Geeta, ever the gracious host, offered to treat. Soon, they were settled in a restaurant, each ordering to their heart's content. Afterward, Ramya and Bharat piled into Geeta's car. At Ramya's doorstep, she bid them farewell. "I'll take my leave, Geeta. Bye, Bharat."

"Good night, Miss," Bharat replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.

The moment Ramya disappeared inside, Geeta started the car. But before she could pull away, Bharat, who had been in the backseat, lunged forward and planted a kiss on her left cheek. 

A furious Geeta reacted instantly, pushing his face away with a firm hand and scolding him. Bharat's cheerful demeanor crumpled, and he slumped back, pouting.

As Geeta approached an intersection, signaling to turn left, Bharat mumbled, "Miss, drop me here. I'll go home."

Ignoring him, she drove straight to her own house. The car idled to a stop, and Bharat, still sulking, got out and opened the gate. Geeta exited the car, locked it, and was about to unlock her front door when Bharat, rooted by the gate, announced, "Miss, I'm going."

"Go," Geeta replied curtly.

"I'm really going, good night," he insisted, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"Yes, go, good night," she reiterated, turning her back and walking into the house.

As she stepped inside, Bharat swiftly closed the gate and the front door. Then, with surprising speed, he was behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist, just below her boobs, pulling her into a tight hug. 

A sudden warmth spread through Geeta, a pleasant contrast to the cool night air.

"Sorry, Miss," Bharat whispered.

"You're getting too mischievous, puppy," Geeta chided, but the anger had evaporated from her voice.

At the word "puppy," the gloom on Bharat's face vanished, replaced by a radiant smile. He moved forward, and Geeta, a faint blush on her cheeks, returned his smile.

"Miss, you're not angry, are you? You were just teasing me, weren't you?" Bharat pressed, his voice hopeful.

Blushing deeper, she offered a soft smile and nodded, a vertical movement of her head. Bharat's gaze lingered on her reddened cheeks, her roseate lips, the sparkle in her eyes, and the shy tilt of her head. 

He couldn't resist. His hands cupped her face. Geeta lifted her eyelids, her eyes meeting his. Bharat's eyes were filled with a dazed, profound intensity.

"You are so cute, Miss," he murmured.

She lowered her face, shyness overwhelming her. "How many times will you say that?"

"I'll say it as many times as I want. No one has as much cuteness as my Geeta Miss."

"Hey... Enough talk. Go wash your hands and feet. I need to wash my face too," Geeta said, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy.

"Miss, if you wash your face, your lipstick will come off," Bharat pointed out, a glint of mischief returning.

Geeta decided to play along. "Let it go, I'll put on lip balm at night anyway."

"That's not it, Miss," he countered.

"What's not it? Go and wash up first; we've been outside."

"Miss..." He moved closer, his lips nearing hers.

"What, still going?" Geeta asked, a hint of breathlessness in her voice.

"You don't like it, Miss?"

“Hmm... what's this change in him? Did I give him too much familiarity?”


"Miss, I said sorry. Why are you still upset? Hit me again if I do it, okay? I even like being hit by you."

"Aha... you've gone too far," Geeta said, a teasing note in her voice.

"I like you, Miss... Your lips look so good today."

"So?"

“I have to give in somehow. I want to give in.”

Slowly, she placed her hands on Bharat's shoulders and leaned him gently against the wall beside her. Bharat looked at her with a hint of relief, a faint smile gracing his lips.

"Miss, if you kiss me every day, I'll study well," he proposed.

"What if I don't?"

"I'll still study. You like me studying, don't you, Miss?"

With that single sentence, he scored major points with Geeta. Her face glowed in the tube light's gentle illumination. Her hair swayed in the fan's breeze. Bharat, with his right hand, brushed it back, his gaze intoxicating as he leaned his face forward, showering her lips with his warm breath, making Geeta feel dizzy.

"Bharat, I'm your teacher. Don't ask me that," she murmured.

"Miss, what about our friendship?"

"Hmm..."

"If you don't like it, I won't ask, Miss. I won't bother you," he promised.

"I know," Geeta said softly.

"I want to sleep all night like a puppy, smelling you and with my hand on your waist, Miss."

"I don't think you'll sleep," Geeta replied, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Then what do you think I'll do?"

"Uh-huh..." She shook her head horizontally, a wave of shyness washing over her.

"Tell me, Miss, what do you want me to do?" Bharat pressed.

"Shut up, naughty fellow."

"Lick your belly button?"

"Hey..."

"Lick your armpit?"

"Chee..." She turned her face away, a disgusted grimace on her face.

He burst into loud laughter. Geeta placed her hand on his cheek, and he instantly fell silent. "Will you massage my feet?"

"Oh, lick your feet?" he countered, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

She narrowed her eyes, pouted, and said, "Nothing, go home."

"Ah!... No, no... Okay, okay, I'll massage your feet," he quickly amended, seeing her resolve.

"Bharat, when you kiss, you do something else too?" Geeta asked, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Miss, you'll like it if I do that, won't you?"

"But, as a teacher, for me to kiss you like that..."

Before Geeta could finish her sentence, he placed his index finger on her lips, silencing her. 

"Please don't think like that."

Geeta looked into Bharat's eyes, a dazed, unblinking gaze. Their breaths mingled. He removed his finger, letting his hand trace the curve of her left waist, caressing her like waves in a sea of milk, his fingers pressing like a ship, stroking back and forth, gently pinching beside her spine with four fingers. Geeta felt light-headed.

"Ss..." she gasped.

"Miss, don't ever say that again. I'm your puppy; just tell me what you want."

She wrapped her arms around Bharat's shoulders, cupped his cheek, pulled his face closer, and parted her lips. "Really?"

He pressed her waist again, sending a jolt through her nerves. "Ah..." she moaned softly.

"Yes, Miss..."

"No need to massage my feet, let's sleep."

"What else do you not need, Miss?"

"What do you want?"

"Miss...?" A shiver began in Bharat, and Geeta could feel it. His pupils were fixed on her, an intense gaze.

‘What's happening? 

Will I give him whatever he asks? 

No. No.

’

"Miss, I told you, I'll sleep next to you," Bharat stated.

"Hmm... From tomorrow, you have to study. Movies, outings, everything's off."

"What about the kiss?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

As he spoke, Geeta thrust her lips forward and kissed Bharat's lower lip. He grabbed her waist on both sides and pulled her close. Geeta held his head and pulled his lip into her mouth.

"Umm..." Bharat murmured, a sound of pure contentment.

With a breath, Geeta spoke, "I'll give you one kiss every day. You have to study well."

"Absolutely, Miss," he promised.

They kissed, deeply. He touched her waist as much as he could, their saliva exchanged, and he sucked off her lipstick.

Geeta stepped back. Bharat moved to come forward, but she placed her hand on his chest, stopping him. "Miss, already?" he pleaded.

"See, this is why I said no, because you'll say things like this, won’t stop with one kiss." Geeta countered.

"Miss, just this once. From tomorrow, I'll do as you say."

"You said that last time too."

He advanced again, about to hold Geeta's waist, but she caught his hands, stopping him. 

"Listen when I tell you, go wash your hands and feet. I need to bathe."

Bharat brought his face close to her ear with lightning speed. "I..." he began to say something but then stopped. Geeta became suspicious. "Ah! You?"

"Nothing, Miss." He then turned and walked into the bathroom.

After few minutes Bharat emerged from the bathroom, his face washed, to find Geeta in the kitchen. She had tied her braid into a neat bun, tucked the end of her saree into her waist, poured the remaining milk from a bowl into a glass, and placed the now empty bowl in the sink.

"Miss, should I switch on the geyser?" Bharat offered.

"Yes, okay," Geeta replied.

As Geeta moved the bowls aside and was about to place a lid on the glass, Bharat came and stood beside her. "Miss, wear a frock today too."

She punched him lightly in the stomach.

"Ah..." Bharat grunted. "You can wear it, Miss. You're always in this saree. You can be free."

"Yes... You said something like that last time and left me without clothes, stupid," Geeta retorted, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I didn't do it on purpose."

"Oh, really, you didn't do it? They just fell off by themselves," she teased, pinching his hand again.

"But you turned off the lights," he pointed out.

She blushed intensely, then laughed, looking at Bharat, pouted playfully, and twisted his ear. "You're not scared of me at all, naughty fellow."

"Ah... Miss, let go, it hurts," he winced.

She released his ear. "Will you say that again? Anyway, I told you to forget."

As Geeta reached to put a box on the shelf, he went behind her and held her waist. She suddenly closed her eyes with a gasp, her feet rooted to the ground, and her hands went to the back of his head. He buried his nose in the curve of her right neck and sniffed.

"Ah... Your smell alone makes me want to sniff more, Miss," he murmured.

"Mm... Let go," Geeta whispered, her voice a little breathless.

"We can do all these things tomorrow, can't we? Let's sleep, Miss."

She turned and cupped Bharat's face, looking at him with a small, knowing smile. "You go, I'll come."

"Miss, can I ask you something?" He stroked and pressed his hand on her soft, creamy waist as if spreading butter.

"Mm... Ask."

"Do you like doing anything out of the ordinary?"

"Meaning?"

"I did something unique in the theater today. Do you like doing anything else like that?"

"Why are you asking that?" Geeta asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"Tell me, Miss, should we do something? Do you like it?"

"Meaning what will you do?"

"Tell me if you like it or not?"

‘What will he do? I'm a bit anxious. 

It's not about him, but I might not be able to 

control myself and melt.’

“If I like it, then?”

With his left hand, he gently moved Geeta's saree pleats away from her waist, revealing it. Her waist was like a bed of white clouds. Geeta looked at Bharat's eyes with anticipation. Bharat looked at her waist with desire, leaned down, knelt, and kissed her navel. Geeta felt a thrill and writhed.

"Oo..."

"Miss, show me your belly button," he requested.

"No."

"Just once."

Biting her lip, she shyly lowered her saree pleats, exposing her navel. It was like a paneer. He looked up mischievously. Geeta's cheeks reddened, and she turned her face away with delight, unable to meet his gaze.

He stood up, grabbed her waist on both sides, and leaned her against the kitchen counter. 

"Miss, lean back a little and keep your belly button forward, okay?"

"Why, dear?"

"I'll tell you, wait."

Geeta leaned her elbows back on the kitchen counter, pushing her creamy cloud island forward, and stood there as if silently inviting him to plunder that sugar well within. Bharat took a honey bottle from the lower shelf and opened the lid. Geeta's pupils suddenly widened.

"Why did you take that out, dear?" she whispered.

"Miss, don't talk, just stay like that." He put his finger in the bottle, took out a drop of honey, stepped forward, and placed it exactly in the depth of her navel. 

At the touch, her navel nerves tingled. "Ummm..." she groaned, a soft sound escaping her lips.

He placed the bottle beside her, leaned down, and before Geeta could react, he kissed her belly button. Honey clung to his lips, and he licked it in front of Geeta's eyes, savoring the taste. 

Just watching that, Geeta felt thrills begin, and her whole body tingled. He knelt. He took the bottle from the side and poured it into her belly button. A spoonful of honey fell into her sugar well, and as it slowly dripped down, he instantly put the bottle aside, grabbed her waist with both hands, stuck out his tongue, licked the stream that had dripped down to her saree pleats, then plunged his tongue into her belly button and sucked the honey.

Geeta felt an extreme tingling. The tremor that originated in her navel nerves spread throughout her body, creating heat between her thighs, and her vertical lips trembled horizontally. "Ah..... Ff...." she swayed.

He opened his mouth and licked the honey all around her belly button in a circular motion with his tongue. Geeta's navel nerves danced, making her sway.

"Iss.... What are you doing?" she gasped.

He was poking and licking her belly button with his tongue. Her fists were clenching the edge of the kitchen counter, swaying with the sensation. "Uff..."

He tilted his neck back and looked up. Geeta bit her lower lip and looked at him intensely. 

He squeezed her waist curve. "Miss, how does it feel?"

"Uh..."

"Did you like it?”

She closed her eyes and nodded her head vertically.

‘Oh, what kind of boy is he? 

He's driving me crazy.’

He took the bottle and poured it over her belly button again, this time a little more. He quickly put it aside and drew patterns around her belly button with his right-hand fingers. 

Geeta was sweating. Her breath was hitched. Her whole body was tingling. "Bh..." Before she could say anything, he opened his mouth and swallowed her belly button.

"Ah... Puppy, what is this?"

He put his tongue in her belly button and was scooping out the honey. A slurping sound started. "Umm, Miss, how good it is...." he enthusiastically licked her navel like a hungry puppy.

Geeta, lost in ecstasy, put both her hands in Bharat's hair and squeezed, pressing him onto her navel. "Ah... Mm..."

He pressed his tongue against her waist, licked once to the right, then to the left again, covering her entire waist with saliva. 

With fast breaths, her navel made sucking sounds as it moved in and out. Bharat, holding Geeta's hips, licked her waist, put the soft fat plump below her belly button in his mouth, and sucked. 

Geeta's secretions between her thighs increased, causing a tingling sensation, and she writhed, grabbing Bharat's head and pulling him up. He poked his tongue into her belly button again, kissed it, and moved up.

Geeta steadied her breath, panting softly, and kissed Bharat's face. "Did you like it, Miss?"

"Yes...", she gasped hard.

He buried his face in her neck, kissed her, and then playfully bit her. "Ss... Enough."

"Miss, I'm not going home today, am I?" He kissed her right cheek.

"Hmm..."

"A little more time, umm..."

‘Ah... Is there anything else? 

He'll eat me.’

"Aren't you sleepy?" Geeta asked, trying to distract him.

"No, Miss." While talking to Geeta, he took his right index finger from the bottle and brought it up, smearing it on her roseate lips. Geeta was enchanted by Bharat's touch, sinking into dizziness, and they looked at each other with desire and shyness.

‘Will he kiss me now? 

Where did you learn this, oh boy?’

He leaned closer to her, letting his hardened organ touch between her thighs. With his left hand, he plunged into her saree pleats, holding them softly, and with his right index finger, he dabbed honey on her upper lip, tracing her cheek with his sticky fingers. Then, he leaned his neck forward languidly, looking at her with warm breaths. Geeta held his chin and pulled his head back by the neck with her left hand. He fiercely took her upper lip and began to chew it with his tongue.

Geeta became aroused and started to suck Bharat's lips back. He tilted his neck from side to side, fiercely sucking her lips, and licking the honeyed saliva. "Mm..." Geeta moaned.

"Mm..." Bharat echoed.

"Mm... When you do this, I want to have more."

He stopped, looking into her eyes. "As you wish, Miss. do anything you want with me."

"These lips are yours, do anything you want," she murmured, pulling him closer. He fiercely took her lips and began to suck them.

"Really, Miss?"

"Hmm..."

He let go of her waist, held her neck, and plunged his tongue deeper between her lips, licking her. Both exchanged saliva, slurping it down.

“Geeta... What are you trying to get him to do?”

‘I don't know, he's doing it so well. 

His lips, his warmth, the love for me 

in his eyes are enchanting me.’

She pushed Bharat hard. They stepped back, leaning against the wall, looking at each other shyly and laughing.

‘No, I have to give him something.’

She stepped forward and began to unbutton Bharat's shirt. He was shocked. She unbuttoned each button and took off his shirt. He wasn't wearing a vest either. Seeing his soft, muscular, sweaty chest, Geeta's desires were aroused.

"Miss... What happened?" Bharat asked, a surprised look on his face.

"Your chest is good."

"Hah... Thanks, Miss."

‘Geeta, don't, it's not good if you lose control.’

‘A little loss of control won't be a trouble.’

Geetha's body, a furnace of rising heat, sent her mind spiraling. A nervous tremor ran through her as her hand, almost instinctively, found Bharat's waist and squeezed. Bharat gasped, a jolt of pure sensation electrifying him.

She leaned in, her rose-tinted lips, soft as petals, shyly pressing against his chest, directly over his heart. A gentle smile played on her face as Bharat felt himself float, untethered, on a cloud of bliss.

Her lips parted, and a playful nip, a tender bite from her front teeth, grazed his chest. A gasp of desire escaped him, "Ish... Miss!"

"Sorry ra..." Geetha whispered.

"It's okay, Miss," he murmured back, barely coherent.

Again, she bit him, this time just beneath his left nipple. A sudden current coursed through him, a searing thrill that made his penis stir, a movement Geetha's thigh registered.

"Ahh, Miss..." Bharat groaned, his voice thick with burgeoning need.

"Shhh..." Geetha hushed him, her eyes burning into his.

He swallowed the words that threatened to spill, his gaze locked with hers, a vertical nod his only response. Without hesitation, Geetha began to kiss Bharat's chest, her lips moving with a newfound, fervent passion.

Bharat's mind reeled, a single thought echoing: Is Geetha truly doing this? 

Meanwhile, her hands found his waist, holding him firmly as her kisses moved lower, exploring his stomach. His desire, a raging inferno, burst forth, and he tore off his shirt, flinging it aside. He cupped her face in his hands and lifted her, her feet leaving the floor.

"Miss, slowly..." Bharat urged, a mixture of awe and urgency in his voice.

"You're also very cute, ra. I just never told you," Geetha confessed, her eyes sparkling.

"Ha..." he breathed, her words a sweet elixir.

He leaned in again, their lips meeting. A fierce, untamed hunger consumed him as he kissed her, twisting her, pressing her against the cool wall. Their mouths melded, a dance of give and take, each sucking on the other's upper and lower lips.

Bharat's right hand, a questing tendril, slid from her waist, upward. As his thumb brushed against the swell of her boob from underneath, her nipples hardened, a delicious tingle spreading through her. Overwhelmed by a surging tide of lust, Geetha took control, turning him, pressing him back against the wall. She drew closer, her teeth gently nipping at his lips.

As Bharat's penis brushed against her thighs, a prickling sensation flared in her heated vagina, releasing warm, welcoming fluids. Her fingers clenched, her right hand reaching, intent on grasping his penis when, abruptly, the shrill ring of the phone pierced the air from the hall.

‘Uff, you saved me, my hubby.’

 She released Bharat and fled, a fleeting shadow.

Bharat watched her go, a vision of swaying curves and the delicate pleats of her saree at her left waist. Lost in admiration, he remained rooted to the spot as Geetha vanished, shy and swift.

In the hall, Geetha collapsed onto the sofa. She pushed stray strands of hair from her face, then, with a loving gesture, wiped the sheen of sweat from her skin with the end of her saree. She picked up the phone, answering its persistent summons.

Bharat, his gaze falling upon his discarded shirt near the wall, debated whether to put it on. Then, he heard Geetha's voice, a soft murmur: she was talking to Gautam. Deciding, he pulled on his shirt, buttoned it, and started outward the kitchen. Geetha caught his eye, a finger pressed to her lips, a silent plea for discretion. Bharat chuckled, a private amusement lighting his face.

He retreated to the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed.

Geetha, leaning back into the cushions of the sofa, continued her conversation:

"Oh, so was the movie good?" Gautam's voice floated from the phone.

"Yeah... it was okay," Geetha replied, her voice carefully casual.

"But won't they study? Exams are coming up, right?"

"Yeah, this was the last one, apparently. They requested us to come, so we went."

"It's fine, what would you have done staying at home anyway?"

"Hmm... Bharat was sitting next to me, you know, when a lip-kiss scene came on in the movie, I saw his face, and he was blushing, haha." A playful laugh escaped her lips, a stark contrast to the earlier intensity.

"Hey, poor guy, are you embarrassing him like that?" Gautam teased.

"Oh, stop it!"

"Did you eat then?"

"Yes..."

"Go to the bedroom."

"Why?"

"I'll video call you."

A sudden flush spread across Geetha's face. She hadn't told him Bharat was there. Panic began to set in. How would she manage a video call now?

"Why?" she asked again, trying to buy time.

"Don't you know? I want to see my darling's beauty today," Gautam's voice, laced with desire, left no room for doubt.

"No, please," she pleaded, a desperate whisper.

"Geetha, you have to. I must see, just five minutes."

"Must I?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Okay, wait five minutes."

Gautam disconnected the call. Geetha rose, her heart a frantic drumbeat, and hurried into the bedroom. Bharat lay on the bed, offering her a small, knowing smile.

"Bharat, please sit in the hall for a bit," she requested, her voice carefully even.

"Okay, Miss," he replied, without a single question, and obligingly went to the hall.

A wave of delight washed over Geetha. She closed the bedroom door, leaving it partially ajar, then climbed onto the bed, pulling the end of her saree over her thighs as she sat. Gautam's video call came through. She answered, and without preamble, presented her cheesy breasts to the camera.

"Take off your blouse, darling," Gautam commanded, his voice raw with anticipation.

Without a moment's hesitation, Geetha unbuttoned her blouse, each movement deliberate, as Gautam had asked. Her breasts, magnificent and full, resembled snow-capped mountains with glistening rivers of sweat flowing down their slopes, a dark valley nestled between them. The sight alone was enough to ignite a man's blood.

Gautam was visibly aroused. "Geetha, my lustful wife..."

The new epithet, whispered from Gautam's lips, sent an immediate, thrilling shiver through Geetha. "Why did you say that?" she asked, her voice breathy.

"Truly, Geetha, seeing you is driving me crazy," he confessed, his voice thick with desire.

The residual heat from her encounter with Bharat had not yet subsided. 

In that same dizzying haze, Geetha found herself speaking words that would further ignite Gautam's passion. Intentionally, she bit her lip, a silent signal of desire. "Mmm... Darling, I'm really in the mood."

"Ah, Geetha, you yourself said 'college' when I asked you to come?" Gautam reminded her, a hint of playful exasperation in his tone.

"Just a few more days, wait. I'll show you everything when I come."

"Hmm... If you show me, I won't be able to wait, darling.”

"Don't wait, just fall on me."

"Ha... I'll kiss you, Geetha."

"Ha... That's what I want, darling."

"Geetha, take off your bra too."

"Oh, no," she demurred, a playful resistance in her voice.

"Ahh, please, just...”

"No, but wait."

With that, she slowly pulled down the bra cup on her left breast. Just then, the door creaked open, and Bharat suddenly walked in.

Geetha's heart leaped into her throat. Startled, she fumbled for her phone, swiftly pressing the "end call" button.

Bharat froze, stunned. Before his eyes, Geetha's icy, cheesy, mountainous beauty was revealed, a dark, thick valley between them. To the left of that valley, a lustfully hardened nipple, red and taut like a cherry on vanilla cake. His own penis, engorged with hot blood, swelled, erecting into a tell-tale tent in his pants, directly in Geetha's line of sight. Seeing it, Geetha's heart plummeted, a sickening lurch in her chest.

"Miss, I can't hold my pee..." Bharat stammered, then, like a scalded cat, he bolted into the bathroom.

Geetha quickly pulled her bra back up, fastened her blouse hooks, and covered herself with the end of her saree, tidying her appearance with practiced speed. Gautam was calling again. Not knowing what to say, she silenced the phone without answering.

In the bathroom, Bharat, his penis still erect, urinated, the stream splattering around the toilet commode. Seeing the mess, he panicked. He grabbed a mug, poured water, and desperately tried to clean it. He washed his hands, then hesitated, waiting for a minute, dreading Geetha's reaction if he were to emerge. Deciding it wouldn't be good to linger, he opened the door and stepped out.

Geetha sat dejectedly on the bed, unable to meet Bharat's gaze. Seeing her distress, Bharat's anxiety intensified. He walked over, sat beside her, and gently took her hand. 

Geetha found a strange comfort in his touch. She tried to compose herself, to appear normal, so that Bharat wouldn't feel guilty for his unintended intrusion.

"Miss, I didn't come on purpose. I came because I couldn't hold my pee. I should have knocked. Sorry, Miss," Bharat apologized, his voice earnest.

"It's okay, ra. You didn't do it on purpose, did you?" Geetha replied, her voice surprisingly casual.

Bharat was shocked by her easy forgiveness. "Miss, I disturbed you, didn't I?"

She reached out and held his cheek, a faint smile gracing her lips. "It's nothing. But, if anyone finds out you saw me like this, my reputation will be ruined."

"Miss, we're friends, aren't we?"

"Hmm," she murmured, her eyes softening.

"Don't you trust me?"

"I do."

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

"Hmm," she acknowledged, a fragile trust forming between them.

"Are you angry with me?" he pressed, still unsure.

"No, why would you say that?"

"I was scared. I thought you might scold me."

"No, you didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

"Miss, are you really not angry with me?" he asked again, a lingering doubt in his voice.

"I said no, didn't I?"

"Then, can I tell you something?" he ventured, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What?"

"Your nipple is very beautiful..." he blurted out, then chuckled, a nervous, embarrassed laugh.

Hearing his words, Geetha's face burned crimson. She covered her face with the end of her saree and turned away, mortified.

He gently took her hands and removed the cover. "Look this way once."

She looked.

"Miss, you wear that frock, don't you?" he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

"I won't wear it. You're getting too bold," she chided, though a hint of amusement played on her lips.

"Sorry, Miss. Please forgive me. As you wish. Good night..." he said, then lay down on the other side of the bed.

"Get up, ra. After I bathe, go and sleep outside," Geetha instructed, her voice regaining its usual firmness.

"Okay, Miss."

"Don't come until I call you."

"Hmm..."
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To be continued……

Tomorrow.

[Sage_69]

Geetha is irresistible.

[raja shri]

Very hot and seductive update.....all scenes are Fucking crazy..let see what happen next...