Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

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Bharath:-  


My affection for Geetha Miss and my eagerness to touch her had set off a chain of events I never could have predicted. Initially, the very idea of being with Miss Geeta was my sole motivation for tuition. I'm still not sure how she did it—whether it was her unique way of teaching or simply the fact that no one had ever patiently guided me through my studies quite like her—but she ignited an interest in learning I never knew I possessed. I, the king of procrastination when it came to books, was now genuinely eager to study.

In the beginning, my efforts were purely for her. She'd draw me close, guiding my hand through math problems, and I'd pretend to be engrossed in the subject, all the while simply reveling in her proximity. But somewhere along the line, something shifted. The higher my marks climbed, the more my own enthusiasm for studying blossomed.

Yesterday, my mind was consumed with thoughts of the upcoming pre-finals challenge. What could I ask Miss Geeta that wouldn't upset her? It was a delicate balance; while I felt a surprising comfort with her, our interactions had already strayed further than I'd ever imagined. A part of me craved more, yet I was utterly clueless about her true feelings. Each day, her beauty captivated me anew, and the memory of kissing her lips was a constant, almost surreal blessing. As our time together stretched on, a nagging question surfaced: why was she like this with me? Was it the distance from Gautam Sir, or simply a playful facet of her nature, indulging in mischievous moments with a boy like me? I had no answers.

Lost in this labyrinth of thoughts, Anil Sir's arrival jolted me back to reality. He gestured for silence, an immediate signal that something important was about to be announced.

"As you all know," Anil Sir began, his voice cutting through the hushed room, "your final board exams will be held from March 27th to April 12th. You've all been attending morning classes since last month. From now on, there will be evening classes too. Starting tomorrow, you need to come at 7 AM. Those who want to go home for lunch can, but you must be back in college by 1:30 PM, and classes will be until 7 PM."

‘What? Until 7 PM?’ My mind reeled. ‘I go to Miss Geeta's tuition at 6 PM. So, will there be tuition or not? Fuck... no. Did I even hear that correctly?’

 Vikas, sitting beside me, echoed my disbelief in a hushed whisper, "Until seven, he said. Does that mean we have to stay in college for twelve hours?"

As if that wasn't enough, Anil Sir continued, "Look, there are no festivals now, and no holidays either."

From the other side of the room, Lavanya's hand shot up. "Sir, no holiday even on Sunday?" She voiced the question that hung heavy in the air for all of us. 

Until recently, even with morning classes, Sunday had been our sanctuary. A sinking feeling told me that luxury was now gone. Sir's curt "Hmm... yes" confirmed our fears.

A question bubbled to my lips, but I swallowed it. I'd finally managed to avoid getting scolded lately, and I wasn't about to risk it now. But as if reading my mind, Anil Sir addressed our unspoken concern. 

"Sunday revision classes will be from 9 AM to 1 PM. Don't skip Sunday; come and study. If you study well in these twenty days, everything will be remembered correctly until the exams. Pre-finals are next week. I'll see what your marks are like this time." He cast a stern, warning glance over us.

That was it. The realization hit me like a physical blow: tuition with Miss Geeta was gone. I’d have to study here, at college, and then at home. A fresh wave of dread washed over me as I imagined Miss would say that no need of coming to her home anymore.

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I went to Geeta Miss's house in the evening. 

As usual, I went inside, placed my bag on the table, and looked into the kitchen. She was standing there, her saree tucked into her waist, seemingly lost in thought. But how beautiful she was! No matter how many times I think it, it's not enough; however you look at her, she's incredibly, maddeningly beautiful. Even now, looking at that visible, inch-wide white waist, I felt like going and holding her. I wanted to kiss her neck, smell her, and just stay like that.

But I didn't know what to do if I went over there now. "Why bother," I thought, and sat on the sofa, picking up a book.



Bharat’s eyes, once fixed on his book, were now distant. Geeta, meanwhile, returned with two cups of steaming tea. As he looked up and saw her, a gentle smile touched his lips. 

“Good evening miss,” he murmured, and she reciprocated the greeting.

“Miss, didn’t you drink earlier?” Bharat inquired.

Wiping her brow with the edge of her saree, Geeta settled beside him. “It got late after I came and finished the chores.”

“Oh, I see,” Bharat replied, taking a silent sip of his tea. Geeta watched him, her own cup warming her hands, a private thought blooming in her mind. 

‘I wonder if he’ll ask about tuition. 

If I say no from tomorrow, 

I’ll have to see the boy’s face.’

 A soft chuckle escaped her, her gaze still on Bharat.

He finished his tea, placed the cup aside, and turned the pages of his book. “Thanks, Miss.”

“Is there anything else you don’t understand?” Geeta prodded. “Did you practice the three theorems I told you about last time?”

“I did, Miss,” he replied, his eyes still glued to the book.

“There’s nothing for me to explain, right? Ask if you have doubts.”

“Hmm…” Bharat’s response was subdued, and Geeta noticed his somber mood. She understood why; the college’s decision was beyond their control, and she couldn't keep him for tuition past seven, let alone late into the night.

She shifted closer, her hand gently resting on his shoulder from behind, her eyes following the lines of his textbook. Bharat seemed oblivious, continuing to read. 

Fifteen minutes drifted by in comfortable silence – he reading, she with her hand on his shoulder, her other hand idly scrolling on her phone. He didn’t glance at her once. 

Another ten minutes passed before he finally turned his head.

“Miss, Miss,” he began, “ask me anything from this lesson, I’ll tell you.”

“No need to ask,” Geeta countered. “Just take a paper. I’ll give you three questions; write them down now and give them to me. Let’s see.”

He produced a pad of paper and handed it to her. Geeta quickly scribbled three questions on it, then returned the pad. “Write one for ten marks.”

“Okay, Miss.”

Geeta found herself with nothing to do. Her chores were all done – the kitchen, laundry, house cleaning, all completed before Bharat’s arrival. Watching TV would disturb his studies. 

Pondering her options, she picked up his book and began reviewing the answers to the questions she’d given him, knowing she’d have to correct them soon anyway.

Bharat finished writing and handed her the pad. She corrected them on the spot. “Hey, you blockhead, Napoleon Bonaparte was from France, not Italy! What did you study?”

“I don’t know, Miss. I can’t seem to remember who is from which country.”

“You have to read it again and again. It’s useless if you write Italy instead of France in the first line, even if the rest of the answer is correct. It’s not me who’ll be correcting it there; they’ll just strike out the whole answer without even looking at it, just seeing the first line. Think a little when you’re writing.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“The others are well written. Read about Napoleon again.”

“Okay, Miss…”

A few more minutes passed, but Bharat could no longer hold back the question nagging at him. He moved closer, leaning his head on her shoulder, and asked softly, a hint of sadness in his voice. “Miss, will there be no tuition from tomorrow?”

As he spoke, a pang of sadness echoed in Geeta’s own heart. For so long, they had been together every day; she had taught him, and their closeness had blossomed to the point of intimacy. An urge to pull him closer welled within her.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and drew him in. His face found a resting place in the hollow of her neck, and her soft breasts brushed against his chest. He inhaled her fragrance, a soft “Ah…” escaping his lips.

“Yes, it will be difficult to have tuition from tomorrow.”

“Miss, even on Sunday?”

“Yes.”

His left hand slipped from her side, down to her navel, and around her waist. “Please, Miss, I’ll come on Sunday evening.”

“No, Bharat. You study well at home. There are classes on Sunday too, right?”

He laid his head on her lap, hugging her from the side. “That’s not it, Miss.”

As Bharat hugged her, a sense of comfort settled over Geeta. She brought her hand from his shoulder to his head, cradled his face in her lap, and pressed it gently against her breasts. He inhaled her aroma and tightened his embrace. He gently pressed her shoulder into his chest and pulled her waist closer. Geeta felt a warmth spreading through her, a delightful intoxication from Bharat’s touch. As soon as his hand found her waist, she instinctively wrapped both her arms around him. With her left hand, she caressed the hair at the back of his head.

“Miss, will you be in the evening classes?”

“Not every day, but I’ll be there for math periods, right?”

He lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers. “Miss, I want to see you every day.”

“You’ll see me in class, won’t you?”

“Hmm…” he murmured, lowering his head.

Geeta smiled playfully and again lifted Bharat’s head. “What happened?”

“Uh-huh…” He shook his head horizontally.

“The puppy is dull today.”

“Yes.”

“It’s because you all study well, isn’t it, that they’re having these classes?”

“What’s the need to study so many hours, Miss?”

He shifted higher, resting his head on her shoulder. 

She understood he was looking at her neck. Any moment now, Bharat would kiss her there. She liked it, too, and had no intention of stopping him. Even so, she decided to tease him a little.

“Naughty fellow, don’t look like that.”

“Why, Miss?”

“I did say no?”

He leaned his head forward a bit and kissed her in the hollow of her neck. Geeta felt a wave of intoxication. “Oh…”

“Miss, you like it when I do this, don’t you?” He gave another kiss. A shiver ran through Geeta’s body. She silently rested her head on the sofa. He brought his mouth close to her ear. “It’s true, isn’t it? Is there a need to study for so many hours?”

“You have to study, right? You have to remember everything.”

“Hmm… Miss, what if I get doubts while studying at home?”

“Call me, come here and go.”

He brought his left hand from her waist up to her neck, caressing it. A pleasant sensation washed over her, and she closed her eyes, biting her lip. “Hmm…”

“So, I can meet you sometimes?”

“Ha!”

“Miss, I thought you would say no.”

“Why would I say no?”

“I don’t know, Miss, it just felt like that.”

She opened her eyes, looked at Bharat, and smiled gently to reassure him. “You can come and ask for doubts anytime.”

Bharat continued to kiss her neck without stopping. Geeta felt a ticklish sensation and swayed. Glancing ahead, she saw the house door was open. A sudden surge of anxiety made her push Bharat gently aside. “Hey, get up, someone might see us.”

Bharat moved aside and looked, then understood that the door was open. “Sorry, Miss.”

“Are you going home now? Study after dinner.”

He took her hand in his. She looked into his eyes. “Miss, sorry.”

“For what?”

“Miss, the door was open, and I bothered you.”

“No, why would you think that?”

He moved closer again. “Miss, you are very beautiful. I see your waist in class, and every time I see it, I want to touch it…”

As Bharat spoke, Geeta’s cheeks flushed crimson. “I want to kiss your lips. I never thought you would kiss me.”

She lowered her face shyly, a faint smile playing on her lips. 

‘It’s not just you; I never thought so either.’

“It’s hard to not smell you, Miss.”

“Bharat, stop, don’t say that.”

Bharat stood up and walked to the door. Geeta watched him suspiciously. 

‘What’s he doing? 

What will he ask again?

He’s very upset today.’

He closed the door and quickly returned, falling onto Geeta’s lap. His legs straddled her on the sofa, and as Geeta watched in surprise, he hugged her tightly.

“I like you, Miss.”

‘Why is he so dull?’

Geeta didn’t know how to react. Bharat’s affectionate hug, with her boobs pressed against his chest, created a confusing yet spreading warmth within her.

“What happened now that you’re so dull?”

“Miss, thanks. You taught me math. No one taught me like that, Miss. Even though I didn’t want to come for tuition, I came for you. I like you very much. I’ve been with you every day for so many days, and I don’t even have proper friends, Miss.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with you? Look here…” she said, pulling Bharat’s face closer.

Tears welled up in Bharat’s eyes. Geeta saw them and felt a pang of confusion. “What happened to you, dear?”

“Nothing, Miss. Just thanks.”

Gently holding Bharat’s right cheek and caressing it, Geeta pressed, “Tell me what happened?”

Bharat smiled faintly. “Nothing, Miss.”

“Tell me.”

He brought both his hands up and held Geeta’s face, looking into her eyes, then at her lips. Geeta knew what he was looking at. With his face so close in her lap, his eyes locked on hers, Geeta felt a dizzying intoxication. She gripped Bharat’s shoulders firmly.

“I like you Miss.”

She bit her lips shyly.

“Miss, you said you would kiss me every day. Is that not happening anymore?”

“Hey, puppy, you’re asking for something, you know. Go home now.”

“Tell me what I’m asking.”

She pinched Bharat’s chest, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and smiled. As he moved to join her smiling lips with his in the blink of an eye, she quickly inserted her finger between them. Bharat kissed her finger, and as his lips moved past her finger and lightly touched hers, Geeta felt faint. A shiver ran through her hand. He quickly moved back. Geeta knew he wouldn’t go home without a kiss.

“Miss, I shouldn’t have done that in the bathroom yesterday.”

“It happens at your age.”

“Miss, you got angry, didn’t you? That’s why you told me to leave?” Both looked into each other’s pupils.

“No, you have to go home, right? That’s why.”

He leaned his neck forward again, about to kiss her lips. Geeta held his chin and, laughing, stopped him. He narrowed his eyes and put on a sad face. Seeing that, Geeta felt even more mischievous and pushed his face away with her fingers.

“Miss…”

“Tell me.”

He bent down, put his face in her neck, and kissed her. “Ah…” He leaned on her like that, pressing his chest against her breasts, and hugged her tightly. Her soft, supple mounds were pressed against Bharat’s chest, and warmth spread through her body. Intoxicated, she herself kissed Bharat’s neck.

“Miss, you like it, don’t you?”

“Hmm…”

“Then why?”

“Do you remember what you did yesterday? You stopped me, didn’t you?”

Bharat looked up. “Miss, is that why you’re stopping me like this?”

“Of course, why else? Will you stop me when I tell you not to?”

“Miss, I won’t do it again.”

“Oh… do you even remember I’m your teacher?”

“Why are you saying that, Miss?” He took Geeta’s face in his palms again, looked at her with longing, and tried to kiss her. This time too, she held his head and stopped him. “See what you’re doing?”

“Miss, why do you say that when you know? I’m not coming from tomorrow, right? Just one, Miss, please!”

Geeta rested her head on the sofa, lifted her eyelids, and looked at him slyly. “Aha… that’s how you get around. You’re getting too much, do you know how angry I was yesterday? Do you know what I felt like doing to you?”

“What are you saying, Miss? What did you feel like doing? Miss, even if you hit me, please Miss, just one kiss?”

“I’ll give you a punishment.”

“Okay, Miss.”

“Will you do whatever I give you?”

“Yes, Miss, but you’ll give me a kiss, right?”

“Yes, I will. Now, go stand against the wall.”

“Miss, please, no more of that.”

“Then go home, eat, and study. If I call your mother and find out you’re not studying, then I’ll show you.”

He silently stood up. Then, his erection poked out through his pants, and Geeta noticed it, her face turning red. Her lips trembled slightly. Suppressing it, she pretended to threaten Bharat. “Do it, you have to stay for five minutes.”

“Five minutes, Miss? That’s too much.”

“Okay, then go home.”

Bharat’s face suddenly turned sulky, and he shuffled his feet. He looked at Geeta with a pout and went to the TV cabinet, put his back to the wall, bent his knees, and slid down to sit like that. In that posture, the tent in his crotch was even more visible. Geeta saw it and looked away.

Just then, an idea came to her. 

‘No, I shouldn’t, if I do that…’

Her thoughts couldn’t stop her hand. She went to Bharat, bent down, and, laughing, intentionally tried to tease Bharat by touching his raised erection with her index finger. 

Bharat’s knees trembled and he swayed.

“Oh, Miss…” He steadied himself before falling. Geeta laughed.

“Haha… You’re so funny…” she said, flicking it again with her finger.

He pressed his hands against the wall to hold himself up. “Mm…”

Geeta looked at it and pressed his erection with two trembling fingers. Bharat’s trembling intensified, and he fell to the ground. Geeta burst into laughter.

He got up with a pout, angrily. “This is cheating, Miss!”

“What’s cheating, you’re the only one who plays games? I play too.”

“I didn’t cheat like you. Okay, don’t give it. But I’m telling you, I’ll definitely get more marks in the pre-final. Then you can’t break your promise.”

“We’ll see. If you get more than ninety in math, I’ll tell you.”

He walked past Geeta, took his book from the table, and put it in his bag. “Okay, Miss, I’m going. Bye.”

‘Will he really go?’ Geeta thought of calling Bharat and asking him to stop but didn’t.

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Geetha paced, a familiar annoyance gnawing at her. Gautam hadn't called, and her patience was wearing thin. With a sigh, she set her phone on the bedside table, extinguished the lamp, and lay down, hoping sleep would claim her before her frustration did. But just as her eyelids fluttered shut, the insistent trill of her phone broke the silence. 

It was Gautam, a video call. She flipped the light back on and answered, a pout already on her lips.

“Hey, why are you looking like that?” Gautam's voice, warm and familiar, filled the room.

“How long am I supposed to wait?” she countered, her voice laced with feigned irritation.

He chuckled. “I just got back, changed, and sat down, darling. Do you think I’d say I’d call and then not?”

“Hmm…” was all she offered.

“Did you go to college today?” he asked, shifting the subject.

“Yes, I did.”

“Are all the kids studying well?”

“Yes… they’ve even started extra classes for the tenth graders.”

“Oh, that’s good, they’ll study well then. Bharat should also get good marks.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Did he come today?”

“Yes… He won’t have tuition from tomorrow, actually.”

“Oh, really? Why?”

“I told you about the extra classes, that’s why.”

“Oh…” He paused, a hint of mischief entering his tone. “Darling, let me tell you something.”

“Hmm…”

“Do you know what happened last night?”

“Yes, you said you went to a party.”

“Yes… At the party, my MD’s wife, Evelyn, was there, and she’s beautiful.”

Geetha’s pupils widened imperceptibly. Before she could react, Gautam quickly added, “Not more beautiful than you, darling.” A faint smile touched her lips.

“She’s a very nice person,” he continued, oblivious to the ripple he’d caused. “They also have a Children’s Rights Trust in America.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Donations from the company I work for also go to them. She recently became acquainted with me. I’ve even spoken to her a few times.”

“Yes… Why wouldn’t you talk to her? She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Geetha’s voice was deliberately teasing.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm… meaning?”

“I have a suspicion, Geetha. She’s sometimes very familiar with me.”

“Oh ho, just familiar, or is she trying to take you in her arms?” Geetha’s playful jab hung in the air.

“No, not like that. Listen to what I’m saying.”

“Yes, tell me.”

“Her husband and she are quite open about sex. She’s even talked about such things with me a few times.”

Geetha’s curiosity, already piqued, surged. “What did she say?”

Gautam, a playful glint in his eyes, smiled. “I won’t tell you.”

“Whyyyy…?” she drew out the word, her impatience growing.

“First, do what I tell you, then I’ll tell you.”

“Okay.”

“Now, what you have to do is take off your clothes and…”

“Hey, naughty!” Geetha exclaimed, a flush rising to her cheeks.

“Haha… Listen to what I’m saying.”

“Hmm… Tell me.”

“Darling, take off your clothes and put on one of my shirts from the wardrobe.”

“What?”

“Just do what I say.”

“Okay, husband…” she said, biting her lip, a mischievous smile playing.

“Hey, only the shirt, nothing underneath.”

“Oh no, I’m shy.”

“Oh, really? Then fine, I won’t tell you anything.”

“Hmm, okay, just as you say.”

With a swift movement, she rose from the bed, placing the phone aside. She moved behind the bed and, with a flourish, tossed her sari onto the bed, ensuring Gautam could see it. He watched, a faint smile on his face, as her petticoat followed suit.

Seven seconds passed.

“Did you take off your blouse or not?” he prompted.

As if on cue, her blouse landed next to the growing pile. He chuckled. 

In another ten seconds, her mud-colored bra joined the discarded garments in front of the phone. Gautam waited, a smirk playing on his lips, for her panties.

Then, Geetha’s soft, endearing voice floated through the phone. “Darling, I’m shy.”

“You haven’t taken off your panties.”

“Please, darling, I can’t.”

“Okay, put on the shirt and come, I want to see you.”

Within three seconds, Geetha reappeared, clad in a white Oxford full-sleeve shirt. 

She sat in front of the phone, all buttons meticulously fastened. Only her creamy thighs were visible to Gautam. His gaze traveled upwards. Though the shirt was a bit thick, Geetha’s curves stretched the fabric over her chest, making them appear prominent. Her shyness and longing, combined with the rising excitement and passion within her, made her nipples erect and visible as the soft fabric of the shirt brushed against them, creating goosebumps.



Gautam looked at her, immensely pleased. As the beautiful woman, adorned in half-naked shyness, sat with a bowed head, flushed for lovemaking, Gautam felt light-headed.

“Unbutton two buttons.”

Silently, without raising her head, and with a nascent desire to display her beauty to her husband, she unbuttoned the top two.

“Loosen it a bit more.”

She placed both hands on her shoulders and pulled the shirt to the sides. 

At that moment, the shirt on her chest loosened, revealing another button, and her cleavage became fully visible to Gautam. Her mangalsutra swayed between her two bountiful treasures, rising with the shirt. Gautam smiled, seeing the mole on her right boob.




“Hey…” she said shyly and endearingly.

“Do you remember what I like?”

“Hmm… this, right?”

“I want to see that.”

“After all these years, are you remembering our newlywed memories?”

“Hey, why shouldn’t I?  Move your shirt aside, I can’t see properly.”

“I’ll show you when you come here.”

“Hey… show me.”

She moved the shirt even more to show him. He kissed the phone, looking at the mole on the red shadow next to her right nipple.

“Hey… thief!”

“Ohh…”

Geetha was surprised by Gautam talking so playfully after a long time. “What is it today, dear?”

“I’m not next to you right now. Don’t you wish I were?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry.”

“If you talk like that, I’ll cut the call right now.”

“Okay, okay, no.”

“Hmm…”

“Did Bharat give a kiss?”

“Hmm…” She bit her tongue and shook her head, as if saying no.

“Tell me, darling.”

“Hmm… just once.”

“It’s okay, darling.”

“Dear, that’s enough, I’ll wear my saree now.”

“Let it be.”

“I’m uncomfortable.”

Smiling, Gautam replied, “You wouldn’t be uncomfortable if I were there, perhaps…”

“Naughty…”

“Take it off…”

“What are you saying today, dear?”

“What else can I do? I’m not there, at least I can be satisfied by seeing you.”

“Ohh… but I’m shy, baby. Sorry.”

“Take it off, darling. Not in the mood?”

“Are you asking if I’m in the mood? Do you know how much I am?”

“Then let it happen, how wonderful it would be if you just talked to me and made sounds.”

Chuckling, Geetha moaned lustfully. “Mmm…”

“Ah, say it again.”

“Mmmmm…fuck me Goutham.”

“Uff… honey.”

“Chee, go… no shame. How many times haven’t you heard that, crazy!”

They both laughed playfully, and as Geetha was still shy, Gautam’s call disconnected.


A sudden panic gripped Geetha. Gautam never cut calls like that. She tried to video call him back, but Instagram automatically closed. The app would open, but it wouldn’t show anything. She cleared recent apps tab and opened it again, but it was the same. 

Unable to comprehend, she scratched her head, then threw the phone onto the bed.

She buried her face in the pillow, sulking, and five minutes passed, but Gautam didn’t call back. 

Just as she was thinking of turning off the lights, the phone rang. 

The screen was facing the mattress, so she couldn’t see who it was. She flipped it over and saw “Puppy.” She looked at it and chuckled.

Meanwhile, at Bharat’s house, he sat under a jasmine tree, beneath a street light pole, earphones in, talking.

“Hello, Bharat.”

Nervously shaking his knees, Bharat remained silent.

“Hello.”

Still no response.

“Speak up, boy.”

“Hmm…”

“What’s ‘hmm’? Tell me, what is it?”

“I won’t talk, Miss.”

“Why, dear?”

“Uh-huh…”

“What’s ‘uh-huh’? Tell me.”

“You said you’d give me a kiss but didn’t.”

“So, you’re sulking?”

Silence.

“Answer me.”

“Hmm…”

“Anyway, you’re still not asleep. Go to bed.”

“I can’t sleep, Miss.”

“Close your eyes, it will come.”

“Miss…”

“Tell.”

“Why didn’t you give me a kiss, Miss? What did I do?”

“Don’t say that, someone might overhear.”

“No one’s here, Miss.”

“I’ll give it to you next time you come, okay? Go to sleep.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Hey, I said I’d give it to you. Go to sleep, you shouldn’t stay awake like this.”

Silence again.

Geetha got up and sat on the bed. Bharat’s sulking made her laugh. She tied her braid, noticing he still hadn’t answered.

“Are you there?”

“Mmm.”

“That’s enough, go to sleep.”

“Uh-huh.”

Just then, an idea struck Geetha. “Okay, video call me now, and you’ll get a kiss, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Bharat cut the call. 

Geetha thought she should button up her shirt before he called, but after doing one button, her mind told her fingers to stop. The conversation with Gautam had left her feeling playful, and in the same state of mind, she prepared for a mischievous act. She buttoned only one button, leaving the top three open.

A mischievous, suppressed giggle escaped her. 

Just then, Bharat called. She answered.

As soon as she answered, Bharat froze, staring without even blinking. And why wouldn’t he? Geetha’s white neck, cleavage, and the graceful curve of her two beautiful mounds beneath the white shirt captivated Bharat.

Geetha’s heart pounded faster, realizing Bharat was looking at her boobs. She glanced between Bharat’s thighs. Shyness overwhelmed her, and she averted her gaze from the phone screen.

‘Oh no, how is he looking?’

 ‘Ugh, why did I do this?’

Swallowing his breath, Bharat whispered, “Mmm… Miss…”

“Hmm…”

“Miss, I’m sorry… I disturbed you.”

Chuckling internally, Geetha replied, “No, no… Bharat…”

As Geetha told him to stay, Bharat calmed down a bit, and his naughtiness emerged. Smiling, he asked, “Hmm… Miss, why are you wearing men’s shirt like this?”

“Just like that, isn’t it good?” she said, biting her lower lip and feeling shy.

“Yes, it’s good. But…” his voice trailed off.

Bharat’s hesitation struck Geetha as playful, and she adjusted herself further, crossing her legs. Suddenly, Bharat’s mouth hung open. His shorts between his legs hardened and saluted Geetha. Seeing that, Geetha’s heart thumped loudly.

‘What, what happened? So suddenly?’

Troubled, she lowered her neck and looked at herself, realizing her shirt’s right placket had loosened, and her nipple was visible.

‘Oh no, shame on me.’

She looked back at the phone, and Bharat was still staring, drooling. Geetha’s face flushed with blood. She immediately adjusted her shirt. She lowered her face in shyness.

“Miss, it’s okay, I saw left nipple the other day, didn’t I?” Bharat’s words surprised Geetha.

“Naughty fellow…”

“Haha… Thanks, Miss.”

“Forget that you saw this.”

“It’s okay, Miss. Everyone’s asleep, and no one knows I called you.”

“Yes… but someone just woke up,” she said, lowering her head again, her eyes straight at his tented hard-on.

‘Ugh, why did I say that?’

“Who, Miss?”

“Oh, you innocent fellow.”

‘No, no, if I talk more, it’ll be a…..no.’

She kissed the phone. “Good night, Puppy…” she said and cut the call.

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The pre-finals were over, and Bharat was consumed by an unprecedented curiosity about his scores. The moment the period bell rang, he was already fidgeting, hands tucked under the bench, eyes fixed on the door. Would he get more than ninety this time?

Then, Geetha arrived. She wore her usual floral cloud-blue cotton saree, a matching blouse, a watch on one wrist, and bangles on the other. Her long braid, clipped neatly at the top, swayed slightly as she walked. 



Bharat's gaze, however, settled on her waist, where the saree pleats had ridden up, revealing a sliver of white skin, no more than two inches.

After the usual chorus of "good morning," everyone settled down. Geetha held not just papers, but report cards, brimming with marks for all subjects. The sight of them ratcheted up the tension in the room.

Geetha's gaze swept over the class, serious and unyielding. "There are less than two weeks left for the exams, and some of you still have seventy, sixty? Are you even studying? You’re not making any mischief, you’re quiet. Are you truly studying, or just pretending?"

Dejected faces bowed in unison.

"What's it to me?" Geetha continued, her voice devoid of emotion. "I'll just come, say what I have to, and leave. Your marks are your life."

Her eyes landed directly on Bharat. He felt a sudden tremor in his knees and instinctively lowered his head.

"Those who didn't study before are studying well now," she observed, "and those who used to study have fallen behind. What happened to you all? Are you just playing on your phones after going home?"

She shifted her gaze to Harish, who pointedly avoided her eyes.

"Harish!" Geetha’s voice rose, sharp and clear. "I'm talking to you, what happened? Do you know what marks you got?"

He stood nervously, hands folded. "Miss...?"

"Eighty-nine in Math. What happened? Are you practicing?"

Bharat's fear intensified. If Harish had scored low, his own marks must be abysmal.

"Vinod, stand up."

Vinod rose.

Geetha glanced at Vinod's card. "Forty-eight in Telugu. It's understandable if you get less in a subject, but shouldn't you at least get half in a language? What is this?"

"Well, Teacher...." Vinod began, but Geetha cut him off.

"There are only few days left, study well."

She flipped through the cards until she found one with a hundred marks in Math. It was Vandana's sheet.

"Vandana...."

Vandana immediately stood. "Yes, Miss..."

"Telugu eighty, English ninety-eight, Hindi ninety-six, Science ninety-six, Social ninety-four." Geetha paused, letting her eyes sweep over the expectant faces. 

Everyone was waiting, sensing the omission. "She got a hundred out of a hundred in Math. Excellent."

Vandana smiled, stepping forward to collect her card. 

Bharat, slouched in the last bench, scratched his head, his gaze fixed on the floor. Disappointment washed over him. He wouldn't be the class topper. He couldn’t even bring himself to ask Geetha anything.

Next, she found a card with a hundred marks in Science. The name was Pranab.
"Pranab."

He stood instantly.

"A hundred out of a hundred in Science."

Vikas clapped, and the sound prompted everyone else to follow suit, except Harish.

"But it's not enough to get marks in just one subject," Geetha cautioned. "You need marks in all of them."

Pranab took his card tense and returned to his seat.

After distributing cards to four or five more students, it was Harish’s turn.

"Harish...." Geetha lifted her head, her gaze fixed angrily on him.

"Miss...?"

"Telugu ninety-six, Hindi eighty-one, English ninety-two, Math eighty-nine, Science seventy-nine, Social ninety-one."

Harish stood there, gnawing at his teeth, a silent anguish etched on his face.

"Come take it."

He stepped out from behind his bench and accepted the card Geetha offered.

"Your dad hasn't seen these yet, don't waste time."

Harish lowered his head and shuffled back to his seat.

Geetha looked at the card beneath Harish's. The Math marks were ninety-eight. As soon as she saw the name, she raised her eyelids and looked directly at Bharat. 

Bharat, who had been watching her, felt a jolt as their eyes met.

"Bharat Kumar...."

He stood, a knot of fear tightening in his stomach.

"Ninety-eight in Math."

A wave of shock rippled through the class. 

Bharat, feeling a strange unease, stepped forward.

"This time, Bharat is the second-highest in class."

Bharat took the card, unable to meet Geetha's gaze.

At last Geetha fallen to his game this too.

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The next night, 

Geetha was washing her face when her phone buzzed with a message. She dried her face with a towel, smoothed the blanket on her bed, turned on the AC, and lay down. Picking up her phone, she saw it was from Bharat.

She opened the message.

Bharat: Miss, shall I call for once?

A small chuckle escaped Geetha. ‘He said he'd ask something after the pre-finals,’ she mused. ‘Maybe this is it.’

Geetha: Okay Bharat.

Two minutes later, Bharat’s call came through.

"Yes, Bharat, tell me."

"Miss, hard your  dinner?"

"Yes, I have."

"Miss, I got ninety-eight."

"Yes, study like that, you should get the same in the main exam too..." she chuckled softly.

"Miss, shall I tell you what I want?"

A faint flicker of nervousness stirred within Geetha. 

‘What would he ask?’

"You didn't come first in class, so what else?"

"Miss, I got more than ninety in Math, right?"

"Yes, so?"

"Miss, you said you'd give me what I asked for."

"That was if you came first in class, we thought.”

"Miss, later you said if I got more than ninety."

"I don't remember."

"Miss, you're cheating again, this is unfair."

Geetha, intentionally teasing him, replied, "What do you mean unfair? You said that last time too."

"Miss, how can you say that?"

"How else should I say it? Go study, don't waste time calling."

"Miss, tomorrow is Sunday, right?"

"Hmm."

"Miss, shall I come home in the afternoon?"

"Why? Can't you study at home?"

"Miss, please, I'll come. I'll study with you."

"Why, is there any problem at home?”

"Miss, please, I'll come."

"Alright."

Suddenly, Bharat's voice was brimming with excitement. "Thanks, Miss...."

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To be continued…………

[Haran000]

I'm delivering regular updates and lengthy updates but low views and comments. Low appreciation. 

Please Comment readers. Comments will tell me how readers are experiencing my updates. 

[Nishikant.Wayal]

You are really good at building anticipation! Next update would be more steamy! Eagerly waiting. Keep up the good work!

[Projectmp]

Enjoying every update

[TJK22]

Hi Haran000,

You are one of the best writers here and hands down your stories are there in the top5 list for me. I just registered a new account to appreciate your effort. Your way of writing is fantastic.I used to visit this site mostly on the weekends but your story makes me visit the site in every 2 days. I really wish the complete story were there when I found out the thread because the eagerness is killing me. I know it's not easy to write a story even without these much details. Write the story in your own pace and please give us best updates like always. Your story and Dhika's story are my favorites. Just don't forget about your eagerly waiting fans.

Small suggestion: if you could add more images, that would be so great. Just a request/suggestion not a demand.

Thank you bro for spending your time to make us happy.

[WriterPK]

Excellent bro

[Pardhu7_secret]

Beautiful narration bro. Geeth teacher will be everyone's dream teacher after reading this story. Eagerly waiting next updates..

[Sanjjay Rangasamy]

This story is the top one in the forum in short time. Dont worry, this will reach great heights. Awesome.

[Naga240]

So far story is so nice and erotic. Always waiting for updates, but don’t want to rush you. Will take time to create masterpiece.

[Haran000]

Thank you all of you guys. 

Note: next update will be 12 pages long. I request readers to read patiently in one go without taking break in midway of the chapter. I also recommend you guys stay in a private place and peaceful mood while reading, to experience the chapter to it's fullest. 

And again don't go to Telugu section and translate yourself and spoil your reading experience. Don't be dumb.

[Abhi T]

That's nice but add pictures also please best of luck for the update

[Projectmp]

Thank you all of you guys. 

Note: next update will be 12 pages long. I request readers to read patiently in one go without taking break in midway of the chapter. I also recommend you guys stay in a private place and peaceful mood while reading, to experience the chapter to it's fullest. 

And again don't go to Telugu section and translate yourself and spoil your reading experience. Don't be dumb.

Wohaa. Super excited for this. Would be reading it around midnight in personal space. Thank you for the warning/advice.

[WriterPK]

Omg... so excited bro..

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Best thing about this story which i like is that both hero and heroine are not sleeping with every character they come across.

[s1988]

Lovely update please add more pics

[WriterPK]

Thank you all of you guys. 

Note: next update will be 12 pages long. I request readers to read patiently in one go without taking break in midway of the chapter. I also recommend you guys stay in a private place and peaceful mood while reading, to experience the chapter to it's fullest. 

And again don't go to Telugu section and translate yourself and spoil your reading experience. Don't be dumb.

Bro If you add more pics than telugu story we will be more happy.. request

[secpass]

Thank you all of you guys. 

Note: next update will be 12 pages long. I request readers to read patiently in one go without taking break in midway of the chapter. I also recommend you guys stay in a private place and peaceful mood while reading, to experience the chapter to it's fullest. 

And again don't go to Telugu section and translate yourself and spoil your reading experience. Don't be dumb.

Oh wow bro the story stopped at super suspense eagerly waiting to read what happens next

[Haran000]

That's nice but add pictures also please best of luck for the update

Lovely update please add more pics

Bro If you add more pics than telugu story we will be more happy.. request

I only add pictures if only I think pics are needed in a particular scene.