Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

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so readers also got a chance to kiss a geetha . Most generous author of all time,thanks bro .he he

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Last update was very unique and amazing.

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Nice one bro didn’t understand the context suddenly

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Any chances of updates today

[Haran000]

so readers also got a chance to  kiss a geetha . Most generous author of all time,thanks bro .he he

Last update was very unique and amazing.

Nice one bro didn’t understand the context suddenly

Thank you 

[Haran000]

May 4,

Geetha’s eyes fluttered open. She pushed aside the strands of hair clinging to her dry lips, sat up, and glanced around, the events of the previous night rushing back to her. 

She’s alone in the room. 

The comb, phone, clip, bedsheet, and door were all exactly as she had left them before going to sleep.

 Was it all just a dream?

‘Who was he? How did he even get here? 

That kiss… and what was with that 'God' thing? 

Ugh, why did I say that? 

Was it a dream, or did it really happen?’

She shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside. Getting up, she headed to the bathroom. 

After a shower, she grabbed a carrot for breakfast and settled in front of the TV, sipping her tea. 

Just then, her phone rang. Seeing Bharat’s name on the screen, a faint smile touched her lips. She answered, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Hello,” she said.

“Miss, I have a match tomorrow, so I might not be able to make it to the wedding,” he explained. “My coach might not let me.”

“Oh, really… Oh no…” she replied, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Miss, once you get there, please call me. I’ll come and meet you,” he continued. “I won't be able to stay long.”

“It wouldn’t be nice to come all that way and not stay,” she said, trying to persuade him.

“No, Miss… I’ll just meet all our friends and leave,” he insisted. “Vandana, Chandana, Vikas, Arjun, Harish, Pavani—they all said they’re coming in the group chat.”

“Okay, it’s up to you,” she conceded.

“Hmm, call me once you reach there,” he said.

“I will.”

“Geetha…”

“Hey…”

“Get ready nicely.”

“Why, are you going to kiss me?” she teased.

“I will if you ask me to,” he shot back playfully.

“Will break your teeth if you try anything cheeky there,” she warned, a laugh in her voice.

“Haha… Okay… Call me,” he said before ending the call.

She looked at the time: 9:40 a.m. She needed to get to the wedding soon and also pick up Ramya on the way. She got up, placed the teacup in the kitchen, and went into her bedroom, ready to change out of her nightgown.

Standing in front of the mirror, she held her pale, cloud waist with both hands, admiring it. 

‘What should I wear? 

The one I wore to Deepa's wedding 

will be fine, right?’

Her cloud-colored bra clung to her breasts, creating a tight image in the mirror. Deciding the bra was fine, she left it on, opened the wardrobe, and pulled out a blue cloud-colored saree and a silver-embroidered blouse. She laid the saree on the bed, putting on the blouse and petticoat first.

Crossing her arms, she held her shoulders and admired herself in the mirror. Her smooth shoulders felt soft to her fingers in the sleeveless blouse. She then raised her right arm, looking at her armpit. It was clean, with no marks or hair, and had tiny candy floss folds.

Just then, Bharat appeared behind her in the mirror. She smiled shyly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

“Miss… Are you wearing this saree just for me?” he whispered.

“Hmm…” she murmured in agreement.

“I knew it.”

“Hmm…”

“Look at me and say it.”

She turned her head back to look, but there was no one. She looked forward again, and he had disappeared. 

A smile spread across her face, realizing it was just an illusion.

She took the saree, tucked the pleats at her navel, and secured them with a pin. Dbanging the pallu over her chest, she folded the lining from her shoulder to the back. She shook and combed her dry hair, securing it with a large clip at the back instead of braiding it.

Pulling out the drawer under the mirror, she put on her gold stud earrings. She took out two thin gold bangles, put them on, and added a red stone-studded bangle on her right hand and her watch on her left.

Her phone rang again. She ran to the hall and picked it up.

“Hello, Ramya teacher,” she said.

“Geetha, are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Geetha, you go directly there. Vikas said he would pick me up.”

“Why? We can go together. Why Vikas?”

“No, he’s at my house. You just come directly to the wedding. We are leaving. My husband said he wouldn't come.”

“Okay, it's your choice. We'll meet when I get there.”

After getti ready, Geetha left the house.

.

.

A large sign for "Ganesh weds Surekha" stood proudly in front of the Narasimha Kalyana Mandapam. Past the sign, a black i20 pulled into the lot, followed by Bharat on his scooter. He turned right into the parking area, parked his scooter, and pulled the keys from the ignition.

Dressed in a red checkered shirt, jeans, and white sneakers, he strolled under a floral archway, his keys jingling in his hand. 

To his left, beyond the cars, he spotted an empty, tree-filled space. He walked toward it, stepped over a small ledge, and disappeared into the trees. Behind them lay a small, secluded garden with flowering plants.

Bharat had the same thought that you might have—it would be nice if it were dark. But it was broad daylight, and as he considered this, the garden seemed to stretch to the left, all the way to the wedding hall wall.

He walked to the wall and looked back. He couldn't see anyone, not even the road.

 A dense cluster of trees and shrubs created a natural screen, making it impossible for those outside to see into the garden. If someone was near the entrance, they might be visible to arriving guests, but a person hiding among the trees near the hall wall would be completely concealed, even in daylight. 

Bharat saw two fig trees close together, their leaves creating the perfect blind. 

Besides, who would come all the way to this wall anyway?

He tested his theory, hiding behind three trees and checking for any chance of being seen. 

He noticed a small gap next to the hall wall. It was the perfect spot. 

Now, all he had to do was bring Geeta here. 

His eyes scanned the crowd for her as he walked briskly back toward the wedding canopy.

Music played and people milled about as Bharat looked at the guests seated in rows of chairs.

 A few rows back, he spotted Chandana—no, Vandana. Next to her was Ramya, and next to her, a captivating beauty like a blue monsoon cloud.

He crossed the cables next to the screen where a pre-wedding video was playing and found a secluded spot. He pulled out his phone, opened WhatsApp, and clicked on "Miss." He sent a quick message: "Miss, please come outside for a minute, no one is here."

He peeked around the side of the screen and saw Geeta looking at her phone. A moment later, his phone vibrated.

Geeta: What do you want to talk about?

Bharat sent a series of three kiss emojis.

Geeta: No.

Bharat: Please.

Geeta looked up and around, then back down at her phone.

Geeta: I'll come if you say you'll just talk.

Bharat: Yeah, okay. Come to the board near the entrance.

He pocketed his phone and walked along the red carpet between the chairs, gesturing to Geeta as she watched him. He ignored Chandana, who was also looking at him, and walked to the small ledge of the garden to wait.

Geeta came out and looked around. As soon as she saw Bharat, she gave a vertical nod. 

He beckoned with his hand, and she came closer. He looked back toward the wedding and then walked into the garden. She followed, stepping into the secret spot.

He turned and stopped. His gaze swept over her, from her feet to the blue, cloud-like waterfalls of her saree, the silver rainbow of its lace, the other rainbow of her waist that looked like overflowing milk fudge, the pleats of her shoulders, her rose-petal lips, and finally rested on her flickering, restless eyes.

With her lips parted and moist, she asked, "What is it? Tell me."

Distracted, Bharat simply said, "Miss, come with me for a minute."

Geeta didn't feel like refusing. He took her hand and led her to the secluded spot he had found.

 He guided her to stand against the wall, looked at her with a mix of longing and lust, and brought his lips close to hers.

With bated breath, Bharat whispered, "Miss..." His eyes traced the line of her neck and rested on her heart. 

A rosy glow spread from her lips to her cheeks. She held his chin and lifted his head.

"Do I look good?" she asked.

"You look kissable."

"No. What if someone sees? You said you'd talk, so talk."

"You know why I didn't come for that... I wanted this," he said.

He stepped forward with his right foot and extended his right arm, capturing the arch of the milky folds of her waist. A tremor ran through Geeta's body. She hesitated slightly and held his left shoulder.

"Take your hand away," she said.

"Miss, you look kissable."

"So are you going to kiss me?"

As he leaned in for her lips, she stopped him with her hand. "Are you crazy? What if someone sees? No."

He pushed her gently against the wall and kissed her cool cheek. "I'm crazy about you..."

Swallowing, her lips trembling, she looked into his eyes. "We're at a wedding, no... I'm scared."

"Miss, just five minutes..." As he said this, he pinched her waist, leaned in closer, and bit the plump part of her right boob next to the line of her heart, where her saree pallu couldn't hide it.

Geeta jolted with a tremor, "Hah..." and a low moan escaped her lips as she gripped his shoulder. He placed a wet kiss on the soft swell, then raised his head and passionately pressed his lips into her neck. Geeta held him tighter, wanting more. He covered the curve of her neck with his lips.

"Mm..." she moaned.

"Miss, when you look this beautiful, I go crazy," he whispered.

The rich, earthy scent of Bharat’s strong rosemary perfume mingled with his breath, a fragrant cloud that made Geeta’s head spin. Lost in the intoxicating moment, she leaned in and kissed him just below his ear.

“I’ll take you home when we leave,” she whispered, her lips close to his ear. “I’ll give you what you want when we get home. Let me go.”

But that wasn't possible. He had to go to the academy, didn't he?

“It won't work, Miss,” Bharat said, pulling back slightly. “I have practice. I can't come tonight.”

She held his neck and looked deep into his eyes. With his thumb, he gently touched her lip, then licked away a trace of pink lipstick that had come off.

“You said you’d jump the wall and come tonight,” Geeta reminded him.

“Hmm... It can't be today,” he said, the desire in his voice clear. “That’s why I want it now.”

“No...” Geeta's voice was a shaky protest. “It's not good for us to be here for too long.”

Ignoring her, he kissed her on her chest again.

“Sss…” she hissed, a soft sound of surrender.

“Umm... Miss, I'll just give you one kiss and go,” he murmured, his voice now a low, desperate plea. “I'm scared too.”

“You’ll lick off my lipstick?” she teased, a hint of a smile on her face.

He raised his head and kissed her chin. “Do you wear lipstick there too?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Hah... where do you mean?” she giggled.

He slid his finger into the pleats of her saree, his fingertip touching the skin just below her navel. He was about to go deeper, but she stopped him with her left hand.

“Hey, what are you doing?” she asked, a mixture of alarm and excitement in her tone.

“Miss, just one minute,” he pleaded. “I'll give you just one kiss.”

“Hey, where are you going to kiss me? The navel is okay,” she conceded.

“Not the navel, below.”

“Oh no, no...” She recoiled, shaking her head.

He pulled his hand back and instead pinched the pallu of her saree over her left boob.

“Ah...” she gasped.

“Then I'll give it to this,” he said. As he spoke, a delicious shiver ran through her.

Biting her lip, she replied, “No... none of that is possible now.”

He pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Do you want it or not?”

She hesitated for a moment, then gave a slight, vertical nod of her head.

“Please, take it off just once,” he begged.

Sweat trickled down Geeta’s neck. “Don't take it off, it's too risky.”

“Nothing will happen if we keep talking,” he insisted. “Just for one minute. No one is coming. Hurry up, please, Miss.”

“No, it's not good to take off the saree,” she said, her voice filled with apprehension.

“Then how...?”

“Let's not do anything. If we get caught, that's it.”

He grabbed her waist, pulled her close, and began showering her neck with kisses. She responded by wrapping her hands around his back, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Umm... Miss, I'll give you one kiss down there,” he whispered against her skin.

“No... How will you do that?” she protested softly. “You won't listen. It's not a good idea.”

He rubbed his nose against her soft shoulders and kissed her again. Both of them trembled with desire, and his warm kisses sent Geeta spiraling into ecstasy.

“Miss, sorry...” Bharat said, his voice now a mere breath against her skin.

Geeta became anxious. “Why?”

Suddenly, Bharat let go of her embrace and slipped down, lifting the hem of her saree. 

She bent down, grabbing his hands nervously, trying to stop him.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“Miss, just be still and quiet for a minute.”

“No, please, Bharat.”

In a moment, Bharat's head disappeared beneath her skirt. 

Geeta clenched her fists into the folds of her saree, gritting her teeth.

“Miss, spread your legs...” he said from inside the skirt.

Her left foot moved to the left. She dug her fingernails into the wall for support.

“Iss... Hey, don't touch my panties.”

“How can I not, Miss...” he murmured.

“Aah...” she groaned, her voice a strained whisper as her nails scbangd against the wall.

Bharat's head went down below the flowing pleats of her blue saree and then came up again.

“Aah... you said just one... you dog...” she cried, a breathless laugh escaping her lips.

“Don't scream, Miss, someone might hear.”

He emerged and stood up, pulling her into a tight hug. “Sorry...”

She kissed his neck. “You said just one, didn't you?”

“Once I tasted it, I wanted more,” he confessed.

“Tsk, you naughty boy.”

“Haha... I couldn't see anything, you know. Did I get it right?” he teased.

“Chee, don't ask. You know, but you're asking innocently, you pervert.”

He hugged her tightly, showering her neck with kisses and pinching her waist. 

Fearing someone might be watching, Geeta looked toward the garden. Just then, a young girl in a lehenga came over the wall.

Geeta’s eyes widened. “Chandu...”

Bharat jumped away from Geeta with a jolt.

“What are you two doing here?” Chandana asked, her eyes narrowed. “Teacher Ramya is calling you.”

“W...we're coming,” Geeta stammered.

Chandana looked at Bharat with a raised eyebrow. “What are you doing with the teacher?”

“That...,” he stuttered.

“I heard it. Why did Miss make that sound?”

“I mean, Chandu...”

“Tell me.”

Geeta remained silent, looking down and adjusting her saree.

“Chandu, Chandu... don't tell anyone,” Bharat pleaded, his voice soft with desperation.

Chandana suddenly burst into laughter.

[Haran000]

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The afternoon sun beat down on the academy, but inside the indoor badminton court, the only sounds were the rhythmic "thung thung" of shuttles and the soft squeak of shoes on the polished floor. 

Bharath, sweat beading on his forehead, was in a fierce practice match with Saikrishna. 

On the sidelines, Rafiq capped his water bottle, a knowing wink on his face. "Take it slow, Bharath," he teased.

"Ha..." Bharath's response was a low grunt as he hit a shot. The cock flew low, just clearing the net, and clipped the edge of Saikrishna's racquet before dropping. "Four points," Bharath said with a triumphant grin.

Rafiq announced he was heading for lunch but told them they could stay and play. "Okay, sir," Saikrishna said dutifully.

"Sir, I have to go to a wedding," Bharath chimed in, almost as if he were asking for permission. "I'll be back quickly, for sure."

"You can go," Rafiq replied, "but you have to come back and play after lunch."

"I'll come, sir," Bharath promised.

"Okay, bye," Rafiq said, and then he was gone.

Bharath turned to his friend. "Bro, should I bring you something?"

"Nah, I ordered lunch here," Saikrishna said, shaking his head. "It'll get wasted."

"I should've asked you before, right?" Bharath said, feeling a touch of regret.

"It's fine. You go," Saikrishna said, his tone serious. "Remember, we have to beat those Silver Star guys in the doubles match tomorrow."

"That's the first thing I'll do when I get back," Bharath vowed.

The jingle of anklets at the entrance made them both turn their heads. 

Standing there, radiating an almost magical aura, was Chandana, a vision in a maroon lehenga. She walked toward them with a radiant smile. "Hi, Sai bro."

"Hi, Chandu," Saikrishna said, his voice playful. "Are you guys getting married? You came to pick up Bharath, all dressed up?"

Chandu blushed, a delicate flush spreading across her cheeks. "Don't joke, Sai bro."

"Hahaha..." Saikrishna laughed.

"Did you drop your sister off and come?" Bharath asked.

"Yeah, I dropped her off," she confirmed. "Anil sir and the English sir are there too. By the way, aren't you going to change? You're going like this?"

"No, let's go home," he said. "I'll wash my face and change in five minutes."

"Okay, let's go," she agreed.

"Bro, I'll be back in the afternoon," Bharath called to Saikrishna.

"Okay, okay," Saikrishna replied, waving them off.

They walked out to the gate, hopped on a scooter, and rode off into the afternoon. 

After crossing the junction near Bharath's house, a powerful smell of perfume wafted from Chandana, and he couldn't resist. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent deeply.

"Don't you have a match tomorrow?" Chandu asked, her voice soft.

"Yes, I do," he murmured.

"Then win it," she said. "Don't lose like that Rohit."

"What will you give me if I win?" he whispered, his voice intoxicated, his lips close to her ear.

"You're a kid," she said, a small laugh in her voice. "Act like a kid, okay?"

"What? Are you using my dialogue on me?" he teased.

"You are the only one who can use dialogues?" she retorted.

"You look amazing today," he said, the compliment genuine.

"Wow, what's with all the compliments today?" she asked, her voice filled with mock surprise.

He placed his left hand on her choco midriff, his fingers tracing a path over her soft skin. 

She turned her head, looking at his hand, and took a deep, shaky breath. In the scooter's mirror, she met his eyes as he smiled.

"Readers will report this," she said. "Take your hand off."

"They won't this time," he replied with a confident smirk.

"Why?"

"In another month, we'll be in college. It won't matter then."

"You're talking differently," she noted.

"What's different about it?"

"You know."

"Tell me what it is," he urged, but she just smiled without answering. "Tell me..." 

Meanwhile, scooter came to a stop in front of his house.

"We're at your house," she said. "Go and change. I'll wait."

"Come inside," he said.

"Oh, no," she replied. "Your mom will be there. It's okay, you go and come back."

"She's not here, she's at the market," he said, pulling out a key. "I have the second key."

"Even so, I won't come," she said firmly.

"Why?"

"You said there won't be a report, right? Something's up. I'm not coming."

"Come on, get off," he insisted, taking her hand and pulling her from the scooter, leading her toward the gate.

"Hey, wait..." she protested, but he let go of her at the front door.

"Won't you see my house, even once?" he asked.

"I'll see it," she said, as she took off her maroon heels. He pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. As soon as they stepped inside, he closed it behind them.

Chandu's gaze was fixed on Bharath, her eyes moving from his forehead to his nose, chin, and then down to his shoulders, admiring the definition of his muscles through his t-shirt. 

He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. She closed her eyes for a moment, then quickly took two steps back.

"Hey, do you think this is a 3 movie?" she joked, her voice a little breathless. "Go change, we have to go."

He moved forward, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer. She looked into his eyes, a stillness in her gaze, like a porcelain doll.

"Nobody pays attention to me in class," he said, his voice low and serious. "Why do you like me?"

"I know you look at me sometimes in class," she replied, and a gentle smile touched his lips.

Ever since eighth grade, Bharath, who sat in the third row, had been watching Chandana, who sat on the other side of the room in the second. Whenever his eyes wandered, they always found her first. He watched her so often that a liking blossomed, though he never admitted it to himself. Chandu, for her part, always knew he was looking. Whenever she turned to meet his gaze, he would innocently turn his face to the blackboard. It was this unspoken, secret gaze that had made her develop a crush on him.

"You're a comedy piece in class," she said, her voice teasing. "But I like it when you make me laugh."

He interlocked his fingers on her waist and squeezed gently. Her eyelids fluttered, her breathing quickened. He leaned in, his warm breath on her face, his gaze piercing her eyelids with a hint of arrogance.

"What, am I a comedy piece?" he said.

"Go change your clothes," she replied, but he brought his left hand up and cupped her face.

"You call me a comedy piece... I'll show you."

She looked at his pupils and stood on her toes, letting her lips brush against his. "What will you show me?" she whispered.

He turned his face to the right, letting his bottom lip brush against her bottom lip. "Your waist is very soft."

"So?" she asked.

He twisted his fingers, giving her a playful pinch. "Ahh..." A small cry escaped her, and her lips pressed hard against his. Both of them froze for a moment.

Chandu lowered her gaze. Bharath leaned in further, his bottom lip finding its way between her lips. She accepted him willingly. He sucked on her upper lip and pulled her into a hug. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, surrendering to the sweetness of the moment. He bit her lips slightly, and she completely gave in. He stopped, looking at her with a question in his eyes.

"Okay...?" he asked.

"Mmm..." she purred with delight. He took her in again. "Mmm..." As her back leaned back, he put a hand behind her for support, his lips chewing on hers.

"Mmm... Stop... Stop, we have to go."

"Ha... Mmm..." he continued, lost in the moment.

"Mmmm..." They finally parted.

"What's wrong with you today?" she asked, her voice a little dazed.

"Nothing's wrong," he said, but his body told a different story.

His practice for the game had made him stronger, and his sexual energy was building. He had been holding it back, focusing on the game, but being this close to Chandu, he couldn't resist. He let some of that heat out on her. She hugged him tightly.

"We have to go," she said. "I'll give you anything you ask for."

"Okay, wait," he said. "I'll get ready and come."

"Hmm..."

An "izz izz" vibration from Bharath's pocket broke the spell. He pulled out his phone and saw "Miss" on the screen. "Shh... be quiet," he told Chandu.

"Okay," she replied.

"Hello, Miss..." he said into the phone.

"Bharath, did you reach home?" Geetha's voice was on the other end.

"Yes, I'm at home."

"Wait, I'm coming to pick you up."

"Oh, Miss, no need."

"It's fine. Ramya said she going with Vikas," she said. "You wait, I'm on my way." The call ended.

"What happened?" Chandu asked.

"Geetha teacher," he said. "She's coming to pick me up."

"Why didn't you tell her I was with you?"

"I didn't want her to know we were like this," he confessed.

"She'll see us when she comes anyway," Chandu pointed out.

"Okay, then you should go," he said, but she just looked at him with a mischievous smile.

"Go before the teacher gets here," he urged.

"It's fine. Why should she care what we do?"

"You can stay," he said, giving in. "I'll go wash my face and come back. If Geetha Miss comes, tell her to wait."

He went into his room. Chandana took her phone and sat on a chair, sending a quick message to Vandana: "On the way." Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the TV, the photo of Bharath on the fridge, and the market baskets by the window. She went to the front door and opened it. The afternoon sun hit her face, and the wind made her hair fly.

"Close the door..." a voice behind her said. She turned to see Bharath, wearing jeans and a vest, zipping up his jeans. "Chandu, you should go, before Miss arrives." His kiss with Chandu hadn't been enough; now he wanted Geetha. If Chandu hadn't been here, he could have kissed Geetha.

"What?" Chandu said. "Miss knows I like you."

"Yes, she knows," Bharath replied. "But if she sees us like this, she'll scold us."

Chandana looked out the door and saw a car stopped in front of the house. Geetha was getting out. Chandana quickly ran to Bharath and held his hands, placing them on her waist.

"Hey, move," he said, but she grabbed his face and pulled it to hers, their lips locking.

Behind Chandana's hair, Bharath's eyes lifted. 

He saw his beautiful teacher standing at the door, stunned, watching the young couple. He couldn't resist the taste of Chandu's lips. He sank into the kiss, his eyes fixed on Geetha. 

She stood silently, struggling to look away, her fingers twisting with a growing curiosity about his actions.

He kissed Chandu's neck, his eyes still on Geetha, a flicker of desire in them.

"Stop it!" Geetha's voice was loud and sharp.

They quickly separated. "Sorry, Miss..." Bharath said.

"Go change," Geetha commanded. "Chandu, you two shouldn't be doing things like this right now. It's wrong."

"Miss, this is none of your business," Chandu said, a defiant edge to her voice. "It's personal."

Geetha didn't like Chandu's use of the word "personal." "It may be personal, but it's wrong right now, okay?" she said, her voice tight.

As Bharath went into the next room, Chandu took four steps toward Geetha. With a straight gaze and a hint of anger, she said, "I know, Miss."

Geetha's mind raced. 

What did she know? Had she intentionally kissed him in front of her? Had she found out about her and Bharath?

"What do you know?" Geetha asked, a new anxiety rising within her.

"I know something," Chandu said. "But our business is none of yours, and I think your business is none of mine. Bharath will come on the scooter. Let's go in the car."

Chandana's words caused a commotion in Geetha's mind. They walked slowly to the car and got in. As Geetha started the engine, Chandu began the conversation.

"Miss, I know," she said.

Geetha choked on her breath. "What do you know?"

"I saw you two kissing in our classroom."

"Chandu...?"

"I won't tell anyone, Miss. Not even Bharath," she said, then added, "Miss, why didn't you stop when Bharath kissed you?"

Geetha swallowed hard. What she had done in secret was now known to a third person. A new kind of anxiety rose within her.

"Tell me, Miss," Chandu urged.

Geetha had an idea to stop the questions. She turned to Chandu and looked her straight in the eyes. "You said personal matters are personal, right? Don't ask."

Chandana pouted, looking at the road. "I'll ask just one thing, Miss."

"Go on," Geetha said.

"Miss, I didn't like it when you did that with Bharath," Chandana confessed. "I did what I just did to make you jealous."

Geetha laughed, a strained sound. "Why would I be jealous? You're the one who said it was personal." 

In truth, a pang of jealousy had shot through her. She had grown to like Bharath more than she had admitted to herself.

"Miss, I said I didn't like you kissing him," Chandu insisted.

"Now you tell me why you didn't like it."

"Miss, I want Bharath all to myself. I just want to be with him," Chandu said, her voice soft and vulnerable. "I haven't told anyone this. I usually tell my sister everything, but I'm telling you."

"Chandu, you two shouldn't be thinking about these things right now," Geetha said, trying to be a responsible teacher.

But Chandu turned the same question back on her. "Then why did you kiss Bharath?"

Geetha closed her lips. The car filled with silence, and she had no words left to say.

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The weight of his secret felt heavy on Bharath's shoulders, but a sliver of relief cut through the tension. Geetha knew, and so did Chandu. He was nervous, yes, but not entirely worried.

Chandu’s laughter, a bright, uninhibited sound, shattered the silence. She took his hand, her touch surprisingly firm, and pulled him close. "I know," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I saw you and Geetha teacher kissing in our class a long time ago."

A jolt of pure shock ran through Bharath. He pulled away slightly, his voice a frantic whisper. "Chandu, don't tell anyone. It will cause problems."

"Promise..." Chandu's gaze was steady, unwavering. "I haven't told anyone. That's why I wasn't scared even when she came to your house. I even told Geetha miss what I saw."

He looked at Geetha, who had turned her face away, a faint blush staining her cheeks. 

Chandu’s voice brought him back to the moment. "Everyone is in the hall, no one will come here."

"Then how did you come?" Bharath asked, his mind racing.

"I saw you come in just now and the miss see you and come out," Chandu explained, her words tumbling over one another. "The miss came out but you still weren't coming inside, so I was looking for you in this place and heard the miss's voice. I came here."

"Oh, so you didn't see anything," Bharath said, a sense of relief washing over him.

Geetha held her head in her hands, a gesture of exasperation. Bharath quickly corrected himself. "I mean, I mean... you just came here after hearing a scream?"

"Yeah..." Chandu’s eyes were filled with mischievous curiosity. "What are you two doing, having another romance?"

"Assume so," Bharath said, wrapping his arms around Geetha's waist. He looked at Chandu, a playful glint in his eyes.

Chandu, her lips curved into a wicked smile, grabbed his lips and placed a quick, feathery kiss on them. "Hmm... romance with me too..."

Geetha took a step back, a silent signal that she was leaving. Bharath released Chandu and pulled Geetha into a tight hug from behind, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Let go, I'm leaving," Geetha said, her voice a soft protest.

He leaned in, his words a breathless murmur in her ear. "You are more to me than her. I only want your kiss."

Geetha turned her head back, her eyes meeting his. "What you've done is enough for now. Let go. You come after I leave."

He released her. Geetha wiped the sweat from her neck with the end of her saree and slipped away, her movements a study in quiet grace.

Bharath turned back and pulled Chandu close. "Hey, really no one knows, right? I promised the miss that I wouldn't let anyone know."

"No, they don't..." Chandu’s voice was filled with a childish innocence. "If they knew, there would be gossip in our class, right? What's going on with you and the teacher?"

"Nothing."

"A teacher-student affair?"

"It's not that much of an affair. Don't tell anyone. It won't look good, and the teacher will feel bad. Why did you even say that you know?"

"It's not just for the miss, listen to me. Bharath, none of this matters to me. But I'm your girlfriend, that's it."

"Okay, you are," Bharath conceded. "You said it doesn't matter to you, right? Don't talk about me near the miss, and don't talk about the miss near me anymore. We should forget."

"How can I forget?" Chandu’s voice was laced with a hint of petulance. "You're giving her more kisses than you give me. You like the miss more."

"Yes."

"I'm not that good-looking, but I'm still the one who talks to you. Have you even gotten close to me?" She pouted, her gaze dropping to the ground.

"Hey, listen," Bharath said, his voice soft and coaxing. "When these holidays are over, I won't be able to meet Geetha teacher. But we can meet whenever we can, right?"

"Mmm," she hummed, the sound a sweet, cute whisper.

He kissed her on the forehead. "After your next birthday, the underage reporting will go away. We can even fuck."

"You tricky Pervert"

A laugh rumbled in his chest as he slipped his hand into her lehenga top, his touch a gentle exploration. "Mmmmm..." Chandu moaned, a soft sound of pleasure.

"It will take a lot of time to do everything with you," he said, his voice husky.

"Oh my... is that why you're romancing the teacher?" Chandu’s voice was laced with a playful jealousy.

"Hahaha..."

"Are you making fun of me? I'll have the same things with you as like Geetha miss."

"You have no shame."

She held his face in her hands, pulling him in, her eyes locked with his. The world seemed to fade away as their lips met, a passionate, searing kiss that spoke of unspoken desires. 

He pinned her against the wall, his lips leaving a trail of fire down her neck.

"I'm scared someone might come when I'm with the miss," he confessed, his breath warm against her skin. "Now it doesn't matter if anyone comes."

"What did you do to the miss to make her make that sound?" Chandu’s voice was a curious whisper.

"You shouldn't ask about all that..."

"Please tell me?"

He squeezed her waist hard, a silent warning. "Ah, no..." she gasped.

"Then don't ask again."

"Okay..."

He tightened his grip on her waist, and she responded by deepening the kiss, her lips moving against his with a newfound ferocity.
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To be continued…………

[nallapaiyan2]

chandana entry making story diluted between baratha, geeta?? lets see the next episodes - geeta will be bit scared henceforth, i think

[Haran000]

chandana entry making story diluted between baratha, geeta?? lets see the next episodes - geeta will be bit scared henceforth, i think

You’ll see in next update.

[Projectmp]

I am anticipating some threesome scenes as well.But at a very later stage.

[Haran000]

Geetha’s body still trembled with a delicious shiver, a sensation that had lingered since Bharat’s kiss in the garden. 

She was awash in a mix of emotions: wonder, confusion, and a thrilling sense of danger. 

She had gone to him so easily, allowing him to pull her into a secluded spot for that first, forbidden kiss. Then, to have him kiss Chandana right in front of her, filled her with a strange, undeniable jealousy. It was a feeling she couldn’t place, and she worried it meant her affection for him ran deeper than she cared to admit.

His words, “You are more to me,” and his embrace had only intensified her longing. But it was the thought of his innocent, surprising kisses—shared with both her and Chandana—that made her cheeks flush with a blush that spread all the way down her neck.

Lost in these swirling thoughts, she had returned home. 

She shed her saree, changed into something comfortable, and lay on her bed, hugging a pillow to her chest. 

Her body yearned for him, a physical ache that had consumed her for the last three hours. 

Remembering what he had said the night before, she reached for her phone, a desperate need to hear his voice driving her. 

After three rings, he didn’t pick up. Assuming he was in the middle of a game, she set the phone aside, not wanting to disturb him.

A glance at the wall clock told her it was nearly six in the evening. Just then, her phone rang, the sound making her jump. It was Bharat.

“Hello…” she said, her voice a little breathless.

“Miss…”

“Are you still there? Did I disturb you?” she asked.

“Not at all, Miss. Why did you call?”

“Just…”

“Is there something you need?” he pressed.

“No, no, dear. I just called you casually,” she lied, the words feeling clumsy on her tongue.

“Miss, I really feel like having some good tea,” he said, a note of longing in his voice.

“Then have some.”

“My coach has restricted me from drinking tea or coffee here. He even called my mother to tell her not to give me any at home.”

“Oh, really…”

“Miss, I want it.”

“But they said no, right?” she countered, a smile playing on her lips.

“What’s the harm in drinking just one cup? I didn’t even have ice cream or sweets at the wedding.”

“It’s your wish. If you feel like it, drink it.”

“Not like that. I’ll come to your house for tea.”

His words sent a shiver of anticipation through her. This was her chance—a chance to see him again, just as she had wished.

“Hmm…” she murmured, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Should I come?”

“How will you come?”

“I brought my bicycle with me.”

“What about the practice? It will take time for you to come here and go back, right?” she asked, a flimsy attempt to dissuade him.

“No. I’ll come, have tea, and go back home.”

“Only tea, dear…” she bit her tongue, a private smile blooming on her face.

“Haha… okay. Only tea, nothing else.”

“Hmm… come… bye.”

Geetha sat in her living room, every nerve on edge. The minutes stretched into an eternity. When she heard the familiar sound of her gate opening, she rose, clutching the end of her saree, and went to the doorstep. Bharat stood there, his eyes on her. He closed the gate and walked toward her.

She welcomed him inside. He followed her and asked, “Is the tea ready?”

“No, I have to make it. Sit down…”

He followed her into the kitchen, his gaze fixed on her waist. Geetha turned her head to look at him. “I told you to sit. Don’t come in here.”

“I’ll just watch you for the short time I’m here…” he said, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Geetha turned on the stove and placed a vessel of milk on it. “You won’t just watch. Didn’t I tell you on the phone?” she teased.

He understood her game, moving closer, his index finger tracing the soft skin where her saree tucked into her waist. She smiled and twisted her body slightly.

“Miss…” he said, his voice suddenly serious. She turned, a question on her face. “Do you want me to say anything about Chandana?”

“Nope, no,” she said softly.

He leaned in and kissed her left cheek.

“That’s why I told you not to come into the kitchen,” she whispered, her voice a breathy complaint.

“Miss, tell me the truth. You want me to stay here, don’t you?”

She ignored the question, turning her attention to the heating milk. She reached for the tea powder.

“We probably won’t be able to meet properly for the next five days,” he said.

“Why…?” she asked, scooping the powder into the milk.

“How should I tell you?”

“Tell me…”

He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pushed her braid aside and pressed his lips to her nape. A shiver of pure desire coursed through her. She raised her hand and held his head tightly against her.

“I said only tea.”

“This is my tea…” he licked her earring, the sensation sending another jolt through her.

“Bharat, all this isn’t possible now.”

“Yes. It’s not possible.”

He pressed his thighs against her, and she had to hold onto the stove to steady herself.

“You kissed me this afternoon, right?”

“Hmm, yes.”

“First, tell me why you can’t meet.”

“Meeting, I mean, not like that.”

“Then…?”

“My coach ordered me not to go near you,” he said.

“How does your coach know you come to me? Then how did you come now?” she asked, confusion coloring her tone.

“How, you ask…” he drew out the word, moving her saree’s pallu from her waist and sliding his fingers into the folds, kneading her hips.

“Ah…”

“Miss, if I’m with you, I’ll do all this, right? He told me not to do such things.”

“What if you do?” she asked, smiling mischievously, tilting her head to look into his eyes.

“If I do this with you, I’ll get an erection, won’t I?”

“You’re talking crazy.”

“Is it true or not?”

“Oh, yes.”

“He told me not to give it any work all this week.”

“Then what did you do when you called me last night, you naughty boy?”

“He told me to stop from today. That’s why I did it then.”

She turned in his arms, wrapping her own around him, pulling him close.
“Didn’t I tell you not to talk like that?”

“I told you I felt like talking to you like that.”

“Hmm…”

He gazed at her face. “You look so beautiful today.”

“Is that why you did what you did?”

“Did you like it?”

She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. He placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face to meet his eyes.

“It’s not just kissing. I’ll lick you down there too, just like in that video.”

She hid her face, hitting his chest forcefully. “Chhi chhi, disgusting…”

“You saw in that video how she got licked, right?”

“Please, don’t talk about all this.”

“Miss, you forgot to add sugar.”

She immediately turned back, adding two spoons of sugar to the boiling milk. He pressed his hardened cock against the back of her saree and kissed her back. “Miss, I want to see you with nothing on.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“I’ll die just by looking.”

“You mad.”

“Miss, will you come to the stadium tomorrow?”

“If you ask me to, I will.”

“I asked you last time, but you didn’t come, right?”

“I was in the village.”

“Come now…” he said with a sigh of longing, his eyes fixed on her lips.

“What will you give me if I come?”

He rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “There’s something I want to say, but I feel it won’t sound good.”

“It’s okay, say it.”

“I’m always ready to give you what Gautam Sir couldn’t.”

She was taken aback, burying her face in his chest. He kneaded her waist and kissed her forehead.

“Bharat…”

“Ask me, Miss. What do you want? Don’t be shy.”

‘What will you think of me if I ask?’

With a trembling hand, she slid her fingers into Bharat’s pants, her hand finding the bulge.

“Hiss… Miss…” he tightened his grip on her.

“Just show it to me once.”

“Look at it…” he whispered in her ear. “But please don’t do anything. The coach told me.”

Hearing this, a mischievous spark ignited in her. She could tease him with his weakness. 

With her cool fingers, she grabbed his hot, long cock and pulled it out. It came out, his pants wrinkling around it. She tapped the head with her fingertips. He held the back of her neck, lifted her face, and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking and measuring, all while surrendering to his kiss.

“Hmm… stop.”

“Don’t talk like that again. It makes me feel… different,” she said.

“Then I’ll do it. Miss, I feel like licking your pussy right now.”

“No, chee.”

He captured her lips again, their mouths moving in a desperate dance. He sucked her tongue into his mouth. She responded, sucking and swallowing it back. Her right hand continued to play with him below, a silent show of her desire, while her mouth worked above.

‘Bharat, do you get it? 

You’ve done something to me. 

Why did you meet me? 

Maybe if you hadn’t kissed me, 

we wouldn’t be like this.’

As he continued to suck her tongue, his saliva dripped down his chin, wetting the pallu of her saree. 

No matter how much freedom her husband gave her, her own modesty as a woman held her back, keeping her at a distance. But in this moment, Geetha wanted to kiss Bharat, who was being crushed in her hand. She couldn’t say the words, so she continued to suck his tongue.

He choked, perhaps from the intensity of her unspoken thoughts. He pulled away, freeing himself from her hand, and adjusted his pants. “That’s enough…”

She hugged him tightly. “Puppy, you should never stop me.”

He lifted her face, looking into her eyes with an intensity that took her breath away. “Miss… it’s not for my sake. Everything I do is for you. If you don’t like it, I won’t say anything. If you don’t like it, I won’t do anything. I’m stopping only this time.”

“Don’t stop me again.”

He looked behind her. The tea was boiling over. “Let’s drink the tea. I have to go.”

She silently turned, poured the tea into two cups, and they sat in the living room. As they sipped, they looked at each other. Geetha turned her face away, embarrassed by what she had done.

“You’re shy, but you do it,” he said, a teasing smile on his face.

“Shut up.”

He moved closer, his arm wrapping around her back, and rested his face on her neck.

“Don’t, dear. You said you’d leave.”

“Miss, shall we go somewhere?”

“Now?”

“No… after my tournament is over.”

“We’re going to Canada, right?”

“Not like that. Just you and me. Like we went to the hill that day.”

“Why?”

“I feel like being with you like that again. As if there’s no one else in the world, just you and me.”

“What a strange person you are. Say ‘we.’”

He took the cup from her hand, placed it on the table, and kissed her lips.

“Hmm… stop…” she pushed him away.

“This time there, in the open space, take your clothes off again. This time I’ll watch. I won’t close my eyes like last time.”

“You have big desires.”

“Miss, what do you say?”

“No, dear.”

“Why? Don’t you want to be with me? I’ll kiss all over your body. There won’t be any fear of someone watching. I want to do that.”

“Hmm, no…” she folded her body in on itself, a shy smile on her face.

He held her face, looking into her eyes. “Tell me… I’m serious. I want to be like that. I want to kiss my Geetha teacher. I want there to be no fear of anyone hearing you when you go “ooh, ooh… ah, ah…”

Geetha laughed. “Shut up, Naughty boy…”

“Tell me, Miss… I’ll look for a place, we’ll go. Just for one day. This time, let’s go in the evening. Let’s stay there at night and come back in the morning.”

“At night?”

“Hmm… I want to sleep in your lap like a puppy.”

“Haha…”

“Smelling you, kissing your boobs.”

“Hey…”

“You don’t want it?”

“I want it…”

He kissed her neck. “Shall we go?”

“We’ll see, dear. Let your tournament be over first.”

“Please don’t put a condition that we’ll go only if I win.”

“Okay… we’ll see.”

“Okay. Bye, I’m leaving.”

“Wait.”

“What is it, Miss…”

“If you can, call me tonight.”

“I will. Bye…”

As he got up to leave, Geetha said, “I’ll come to watch the match tomorrow.”

“Okay.”
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[Nishikant.Wayal]

Now Geetha wants more of Bharath after getting green signal from her husband !

[Rakul1985]

Yeah, but it's taking eternity.

[santhu304]

Awesome bro

[secpass]

Amazing bro

[secpass]

Thank you so much for taking time for updating us

[secpass]

This story has become part of life now everyday can’t sleep without reading about geetha

[secpass]

Keep going bro

[secpass]

Eagerly waiting what they will do next will they go on a trip what exiting things will happen

[Haran000]

Now Geetha wants more of Bharath after getting green signal from her husband !

Yeah, but it's taking eternity.

Awesome bro

Amazing bro

This story has become part of life now everyday can’t sleep without reading about geetha

Thanx all