Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Update more bro! Please

[Rakul1985]

Are you people enjoying it ? Some people want adult drama in it ?

[Nishikant.Wayal]

No adult drama ! Its good and already has enough adult drama in story.

[Haran000]

Everything will go in pace. 

I'll give an update today.

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[Haran000]

15. Fluvials

May ninth, evening,

JK Badminton and Volleyball Indoor Stadium.

If we lack confidence in ourselves, it's a blessing to have someone in our lives who believes in us. I may not have enough experience to say this, but when I think of my teacher, Geetha, that's what it feels like.

I played in front of her after promising her I would win the semifinals, and I did. When asked why I had to win, I wanted to win for her—for the racket she bought me, for the faith she had in me, and for the way she praised me during my moments of self-doubt.

I worked hard in my studies because I had to endure them.

Now, I'm working hard at this game because I love it.

The doubt, "Can I really study?" is not going away. But the doubt, "Can I play?" never even crosses my mind.

I can't believe I've made it to the final. The gift Geetha miss gave me, and the affection she showed me, brought me this far. I have to win this final too. I have nothing to prove to anyone, but I'll win for Geetha miss, for her love.

My parents are sitting in the stands. Even though my dad told me not to play, I convinced him that this game suits me better than academics and that's why I'm playing. I have to win in front of my dad.

““Bharat, you started this story a bit naive, careless, and shy, but now you've become brave, revealed your talent, and shown a side of yourself to Geetha miss that no one else knew. You've come this far.””

"Yes, I have to win. Help me win."

““Dude, you're the hero of this story. The hero has to win. You'll win.””

"Alright, the game is about to start. Why isn't Geetha miss here yet?"

““She'll come. Just play well.””

"Hmm... okay."

What's with this Haran fellow, sitting comfortably? He writes a story when he has free time. All the suffering is mine. If he doesn't write this story, I can't be with Geetha miss, can I?

I assume you know a little about badminton. You have to win two out of three matches.
It's four o'clock. The first match is about to begin.

Sai Krishna bro and I are ready.

With the racket Geetha miss bought me, I stood like a hunter holding a bow.

Looking around, there seem to be few people. Even though there are chairs for two hundred people, not even half of them are full.

““Where is the encouragement for sports other than cricket in our country?””

“If there was no encouragement, would we have gotten a badminton Olympics silver medal?”

““Even with that medal, no. A small Asia Cup tournament in cricket gets a huge hype. But did anyone properly watch PV Sindhu's badminton Olympics match? They appreciated her for winning a silver medal, that's it.””

"What you're saying is true, Haran."

““They might get angry, buddy, but when will these people realize that the IPL is a business that makes people fools?””

"Hush, Haran. Don't speak such truths. They are already frustrated with you."

Sai Krishna bro asked, "What are you mumbling?" looking at me strangely.

"Nothing, bro. I'm just praying to God."

““You're praying while talking to me, you moron?””

"Get lost, Haran. I have to play. Where is Geetha miss? She hasn't come yet. When she comes, don't be here. She'll see you."

““She'll come. You play. I'm leaving.””

The umpire sat on the right side of the net. He asked if we were ready.

I looked straight ahead.

On the other side of the net is the Don Bosco college team.

One is dark and my height, named Pawan.

One is fair and short, named Sathwik.

When Sathwik saw me, I smiled. He also smiled back.

When I looked at Pawan, he had a frown on his face. He must be tense about the game and has a grudge against us, as his opponents.

From our side, our coach Rafiq sir said, "Bharat, you take the front, Sai, you cover."

Sai Krishna: "Move to the middle, buddy. Take a good serve..." and he moved to my left, behind me.

Rafiq: "Bharat, don't get careless."

I looked at Rafiq sir and nodded, "Okay."

I looked at my mom. She was looking up and sitting with her hands clasped, praying god. Looking that way, another lady was also doing the same. She must be Pawan's mom.

Sai Krishna bro, I, and the two of them, got ready.

Sathwik came to the middle line and took the serving position.

"Hey, have our Xossipy folks come to watch?"

““They are reading, so it's like they're watching.””

"That's not good enough. Tell them to come."

““So, readers, you are now sitting in the JK Stadium watching Bharat's game. Why are you looking at the entrance? For Geetha? She'll come.””

The whistle blew.

My eyes met Sathwik's pupils. He looked this way and that, and I looked this way and otherside.

Suddenly, like a tiny sparrow, the shuttle flew past the net and over me.

Casting the meager shadow of a giant over me, Sai Krishna bro flew with the speed of a hawk and slammed it down with a "thud.”

Before my eardrum could stop vibrating, Sathwik chopped at the falling shuttle near his right knee.

Like a pigeon spreading its wings, I stretched out my right hand, and just as that sparrow was about to leap to the end of the net, I gently lofted it over the net after it landed on my racket's web, before my heart could go "lub-dub."

It flew and hit the net with one leg, got caught, and then landed on the other side.

Pawan couldn't save it.

Rafiq: "Hutt... Kamaal, Bharat..."

Xossipy - 1, Don Bosco - 0

Sai Krishna: "That was awesome, Bharat."

What did I do? At that moment, I felt like I had to do it, and I did.

The game started with me scoring. One point for our team.

Then, it was my serve.

As soon as Pawan and his team said they were ready, I hit it, thinking it had to go exactly over the net, but the shuttle hit the top of the net and fell back.

Pawan smirked. I could sense a few faces in the stadium also smiling.

There was no reaction on Rafiq sir's face.

Putting a hand on my shoulder, Sai Krishna said, "It's okay. Stay steady."

1/1

Then, Pawan served, and the shuttle flew high like a rocket. It was falling to my left, so I pulled it and hit it high. It went back to Pawan just as it came.

Pawan nudged it slightly. It was falling toward our side, and as it was on the edge of my racket, I took a step forward to hit it, but it went past me and hit the ground.

X - 1, D - 2
X - 1, D - 4
X - 2, D - 7
X - 7, D - 11

Break.

X - 13, D - 16
X - 15, D - 18
X - 18, D - 19
X - 20, D - 19

First round - Xossipy wins.

Why hasn't Geetha miss arrived yet?

-

A solitary Pulsar sliced through the stillness of the deserted road, its rider, a man in a green shirt, his gaze fixed on a Hyundai Verna. It was a still life, save for the pulsating heat, parked in the deep shadow of a hibiscus tree. As the bike drew closer, a flicker of movement disturbed the scene. 

A woman in the driver's seat pushed a man away, her hands pressed against his chest. 

The bike continued on its path, passing the car and disappearing down the road.

"Hmm... we should meet more often," Shiva said with a mischievous smile, leaning back in his seat.

"Get out," Geetha snapped.

Shiva rose slightly, planting his face on her shoulder and giving her neck a playful kiss. His voice dropped to a seductive whisper in her ear. "Stay like this for a while..." He gave a soft tug on her earring with his teeth.

"Ugh... move. Get out of the car first," Geetha insisted, pushing his head away.

"Hey, what's wrong? You were fine until a moment ago."

"Just get out."

Silently, Shiva leaned back, opened the door, and got out. "Thanks for the kiss..."

Geetha wrinkled her nose. "Get lost. Bye..." 

As she drove away, a whirlwind of thoughts engulfed her. 

‘What am I even doing? 

I shouldn't be seen by this guy again. Sindhu... oh’

Her car, eventually stopped in front of stadium.


(We'll deal with Shiva later. For now, Bharat is important, readers.)



In the parking lot, Geetha got out, adjusting the pallu of her saffron-colored cotton saree. She closed the door and checked her reflection in the side mirror, wiping her mouth with the edge of her saree. "Gautham, I should say something to you first..." she murmured to herself, a small smile playing on her lips.

Suddenly, her phone rang from inside the car. Annoyed, she unlocked the door and retrieved it. 

The screen displayed 'Call - Darling'. She locked the car again and answered.

"Did you go and come back, darling?" Gautham's voice came through the line.

"Yes, I went and came back. Is there a choice?" she snapped, her irritation bubbling to the surface.

"What's wrong?" he asked, sensing her mood.

"Nothing. What do you want?"

"Did you see everything... Is it okay?"

"What should I say? That Shiva said all sorts of things? I didn't understand all the planning, but I listened. It's good."

"Hmm..."

"Anyway, you should handle these things."

"I thought you should know too."

"Yes... but..."

"But?"

"Nothing." Geetha walked along the stadium corridor, the sounds of her footsteps echoing in the silence.

"Where are you now?" Gautham asked.

"I've come to the stadium. Bharat has a tournament, remember?"

"Oh, is that so?"

Geetha took a deep breath, letting go of the Shiva incident. She was back to her usual self. 

"Hmm... There won't be time at night. You called when your wife is outside."

"I'm in another country. It's night here now."

"I know... We haven't had a video call for a week. No kisses."

"Huh. That's why I called now."

"Should I go home then?"

"Go..."

"What about Bharat's match then?"

"Okay, watch the match. I'm hanging up."

"Hey, what's with the sulking?"

"Nothing. Can you talk for a while?"

"Hmm, tell me." Geetha looked around and found a shaded hall near the entrance, where she sat down on a chair.

"You'll be here in Canada with me in five more days," Gautham said.

"Hmm..."

"Bharat will definitely come, right? His family isn't objecting or anything?"

"Yes, he'll come."

"I'll also come back with you."

"Why?"

"It's your birthday, isn't it?"

"So we won't be there on that day?"

"No. What's there here? We'll return home two days before your birthday. I'll stay for the birthday night."

"I thought we'd do something special in Canada." A whistle blew in the distance.

"We'll be alone there. In the morning, we'll go to your house. In the evening, we'll have a small party here with Shiva, Sindhu, Bharat, and others."

"Oh... when did you stop company planning and start party planning?" Geetha teased.

"Is there any problem with that?"

"It's up to you. Who am I to say no?"

"So, what does my darling want?"

Geetha checked if anyone was watching, then gave a soft kiss to her phone. "Muah."

"You said you were outside," Gautham chuckled.

"No one is watching here."

"Should I hang up then?"

"Up to you."

"Okay, bye."

"Love you..."

"Love you too..." He hung up.

Geetha pocketed her phone and went inside. 

The scoreboard read: D 19 :: X 15. On the opposing team, Sathwik was getting ready to take the shuttle. Bharat, about to glance at Sushila, instead saw Geetha. A broad smile spread across his face, and he returned her smile. His face lit up with excitement as he focused back on the game.

Geetha took a seat next to Sushila, greeting Srinivas and falling into conversation with them. 

Bharat was the hero, so his team was destined to win. 

Detailing the game was pointless; the Xossipy team won.

[Haran000]

Just as the match ended, Bharat happily hugged Sushila. Then he shook his father's hand and received congratulations. Geeta also came over, shook his hand, and offered her congratulations. 

When Rafeeq called for him, Bharat went up on the stage. The Junior College Sports Organization first gave Sai Krishna and Bharat their medals and a trophy in recognition of their victory. As everyone clapped, Geeta took a picture of them with her phone.

With his medal in hand, Bharat came back to Sushila. 

Geeta's gaze, which had been fixed on the medal, zoomed out a bit, taking in his heaving chest and sweat-soaked neck and shoulders. 

Seeing the joy of victory and the pride of accomplishment shining in his eyes, a new kind of attraction began to take root within her. 

Just then, Bharat cast a small, mischievous sideways glance and a playful smile toward Geeta. 

To be looked at like that by him in the middle of a crowd, with his mother right there, made her feel shy. She turned her face away and rubbed her hands together, holding back a rush of desire.

The three of them then walked with Bharat to the parking lot outside.

"Did you come by bus, Aunty?" Geeta asked Sushila.

"Yes, Geeta," Sushila replied.

"Okay, Aunty, I'll drop you off at home."

"Don't you have other things to do?"

"No, Aunty... It's the holidays."

"Alright then..."

"Wait, I'll be right back."

Three minutes later, Geeta pulled up in her car. Bharat opened the back door, helped his parents get in, and then slid into the passenger seat.

As she drove, Geeta said, "Aunty, Gautam called. We’re going to Canada next week. He asked me to ask you again."

Bharat silently looked at Geeta's hands on the steering wheel, then tried to glance at her neck, but decided against it and turned his face forward.

"He's never left the country," Srinivas said. "He's still a boy."

"I'll be there, Uncle. Everything is there. You don't have to worry."

"But I don't want him to cause any trouble for you."

"Why would he cause me trouble?"

"I said no at first," Sushila said. "He was nagging me the other day, saying he wanted to go."

"Haha... Aunty, it's only for three or four days. We'll go and come right back."

"My tournament is also over," Bharat added. "My exam results will also be out by the time I get back."

"That's right," Geeta said. "Aunty, we should have a party after Bharat's results are out."

"Of course, Geeta. I'll be happy if he gets good marks because you tutored him. I used to worry so much that he wouldn't study and that my son would fall behind in his studies." Sushila wiped her eyes with the end of her saree.

"Aunty, I told you, Bharat will get good marks. I guarantee it."

"Hmm..."

"Don't worry, Mom. Trust what Miss says..." he said with a laugh, turning his head back.

"My boy..." Sushila said, circling her son's head with her hands and snapping her fingers to ward off evil.

"Bharat, you have to study well not only now but in college as well. Otherwise, your girlfriend will get mad."

As soon as Geeta said that, the two in the back looked at Bharat.

"It's nothing, Mom. Miss is just joking."

"Haha.... Aunty, did you know that your Bharat even has a girlfriend?"

"Is that so..." Srinivas said, laughing.

"Poor guy, he's upset she couldn't come to watch the match today."

"That's not it, Mom. Miss, you have no work. Was that necessary right now?"

"Hahaha... Are you shy?"

"Why would I be shy?"

"Stop it, Geeta. That's enough. He's still a boy,” sushila countered.

Geeta looked at Bharat sideways and smiled mischievously. He looked down.

"Hmm..."

They arrived at Bharat's house, and Sushila invited Geeta inside. Bharat said he would take a shower and went to the back of the house. By the time he came back, Sushila had made tea, and he sat down next to Geeta.

"Honey, have some tea and then go get some mutton," Sushila said.

"I'll get it," Srinivas replied.

"This boy hasn't been eating properly at home lately; he just eats whatever they give him there..." Sushila told Geeta.

"The food there was good, too," Bharat said.

"Even if the food there is good, nothing beats home-cooked food," Sushila insisted.

"That's right," Geeta added. "You said you didn't eat sweets or ice cream the other day, so eat now."

"That's right, Mom. I'll go buy some ice cream. For all three of us..."

"Why ice cream right after having tea?" Srinivas asked.

"It's okay, Dad. The tea will be digested by the time I get back with the ice cream."

"Okay, then bring three for the three of us."

"I don't need any. I'm going," Geeta said.

Suddenly, Bharat grabbed Geeta's left hand and intertwined their fingers. She shivered at his touch.

"Mom, Miss is having dinner at our house tonight," he announced.

"No, why?" Geeta protested.

"Geeta, why do you keep trying to get out of it every time?" Sushila said. "You have to eat here tonight."

"That's right, she has to stay here. Isn't that right, Mom?"

"It's her choice," Sushila replied.

"She will. Miss, please stay..." he said, making a puppy-dog face.

"I'll come some other time, we have holidays, right?" she said, pinching his cheek.

"No, you have to stay tonight. Please, please... What are you going to do at home anyway? Stay with us tonight."

"Bharat..."

"Please, Miss, please... I'll call Gautam Sir and tell him that Miss is staying at our house tonight."

"Okay, okay, I'll stay," Geeta finally relented.

"Alright, Geeta, first move the car to the side. I'm going to the market and will be back," Srinivas said.

"Dad, drop me off at the bakery. I'll walk back."

"Okay, come on..."

"Miss, stay. If you leave after telling Mom something, I won't eat dinner tonight."

"Okay, go. I'll stay."

Overjoyed by her agreement, he gave a small kiss on her cheek. "Thanks, Miss," he said and rushed off. She happily rubbed her cheek.

After Bharat left the house, Sushila pulled up a chair next to Geeta, sat down, and held her hand. "I misunderstood before, but thank you," Sushila said.

"It's okay, Aunty. He's my friend, so if he likes it, then..."

"That's right. It's been ten years since he's been this happy, Geeta."

"You shouldn't worry about his studies at all, either. He just likes to play games. If he wants to study, he will. He's not like he used to be anymore."

"Hmm... Sit down, Geeta. I'll go mix the flour for the pooris."

"I'll help, let's go."

"No, no... You sit. Why should you work? When he comes back, he'll scold me for making his teacher work. You wait."

Sushila got up and went to the kitchen. Geeta walked outside, parked the car by the wall in front of the house, and came back inside. She went straight to the kitchen.

"How long have you been living in this house, Aunty?"

"We are from Siricilla. My father bought this house for me as a dowry."

"Oh, I see... But it's nice. A kitchen, two bedrooms, a hall. But it's an old house."

"Yes, we had some repairs done three years ago. When my Bittu gets on his feet, he will build a new house.”

"Who is Bittu, Aunty?"

"Haha... Bharat. His grandmother and I call him Bittu."

"Oh, really... He never told me."

"He likes his name. He insists on being called Bharat."

"Oh..."

Sushila mixed the flour, placed the rolling board for the pooris, and took the rolling pin.

"I'll heat the oil," Geeta offered.

"Geeta... You stop. There's no need. I'll do it myself."

"But, Aunty, you still have to cook the curry," Geeta said.

"You go... Go and sit under the fan over there."

As Geeta turned around, Bharat was standing there holding a bag of ice cream. Seeing Sushila with her face turned towards her, kneading the dough, he bent his neck and kissed Geeta's nose. She was startled, stepped back, and pinched Bharat's hand. He laughed and moved away.

"Miss, come on, let's eat ice cream," he said.

Sushila heard Bharat's voice and looked up.

"Come on, Mom, let's eat," he repeated.

"You two eat... I'll eat tomorrow morning. If I eat now, my throat will get sore."

"Okay then, I'll put it in the fridge. We'll eat it after dinner."

"Yeah, that's better," Geeta said.

Bharat put the bag in the fridge.

"Your teacher wants to make pooris," Sushila said. "Should I let her?"

"No way... Miss, you work at your house when you go home. Do you have to work here, too? Come on, you’re our guest tonight. Mom, call us when dinner is ready. Miss and I are going to the terrace for some fresh air."

"Yes, okay, go ahead," Sushila said.

He held Geeta's hand and pulled her straight to his room.

‘Oh no, don't, Geeta, stop. He's just a boy.’

Bharat took her to the room and closed the door.

Embarrassed and laughing shyly, she took a step away from him.

"What is it? You said we were going upstairs," Geeta said.

In one step, he hugged Geeta tightly. She was trapped in his embrace like a bird. He wrapped his hands around her waist, put his face in her neck, and squeezed her even tighter. 

The fresh scent of Bharat, who had just showered, enveloped her. She laughed mischievously and was about to gently push him back when he, with a pained expression, tightened his grip on her waist.

"Thank you, Miss," he said.

"Hey, puppy," she replied.

"It's because of you, Miss, that I won today. Rafeeq Sir said he'll recommend me for the district list."

Immediately, she put her hand in his hair and stroked him, pressing her lips to his neck.

"I've been holding back from thanking you like this, Miss," he said.

"I know," she replied.

While Bharat was sharing his happiness, his touch ignited a fire within Geeta. 

She lifted his head and met his tear-filled eyes. 

Geeta, with desire-filled eyes, rose on her tiptoes and joined her lips to his. 

He bent his neck and kissed her lips with passion. 

Geeta bit and pulled on Bharat's lip with yearning and kissed him. 

A warm breath was released between the two of them.

"You're so kissable today..." she said.

"Shh... then kiss me..." he said, pinching her waist.

Geeta shivered drunkenly and joined their lips again. Their mouths fought and intertwined, and he stroked her back with his fingers, then grabbed her upper lip and kissed her.

"I thought you brought me to the room for this reason..." she said.

Stroking her cheek, Bharat said, "Miss, you'll sleep next to me tonight. That's why I asked you to stay." He kissed her. 

Geeta gasped, "Umf."

"Let's go upstairs, Miss, come on," he said.

She silently climbed the stairs behind him.

 Although the street light outside illuminated the front of the house, the area behind the house was dark. He held her hand and led her there, then sat down on the floor, spreading his legs wide.

"Miss, sit on my lap," he said.

She looked around. The light from the house next door's window was shining from the north. "No, what if they see..." she said.

"You won't be seen once you sit down, Miss... Come on, sit..."

He grabbed the edge of her saree and pulled. Hesitantly, she slowly lowered her knees and settled herself on Bharat's lap. He put his hand on her waist, pulled her closer, and kissed her neck. Geeta kept looking at the window of the house next door.

"Hey, they'll see, the window is open," she said, trying to get up, but he held her in place by wrapping his arms around her waist.

"It's nothing, what are they, peeping?" he said.

"I don't know..."

"Look here."

She turned her head and lifted her eyelids. Seeing her moon-like face in the dark, he kissed her nose.

"Miss, do you know how warm it feels when you're like this?" he said. "I just feel good when I'm with you."

"Hmm..."

He looked from her chest to her waist, put his fingers inside the end of her saree, and rubbed her navel while kissing her forehead.

"The saree is nice," he said.

"Oh..."

"It would be even better if it was off."

Geeta's lips twisted. He pressed his lips to her ear.

"Mmm," she moaned.

"I wish there was college... I feel like it's over so soon," he said.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I used to come to class every day and look at you and your waist."

She put her hand on his and intertwined her fingers with his. "And where is your hand now?"

He kissed her throat. Geeta's eyes flickered in bliss.

"It's also nice to just stare at you," he said.

"Hmm..."

When he tried to put his hand inside her pleats, she stopped him.

"No..."

He bit the fat on her neck. Twisting, she moaned, "Ah," and grabbed his elbow. Slowly, he put his index finger inside the pleats and caressed her small navel hidden underneath them.

"Ss..." she hissed.

"I need this sweet for winning today," he said.

"If you want it, take it..." she replied.

He twisted his finger. "Mmmm...." she said, chewing her lip.

"Miss, put your hand in my pants..." he said.

"Ugh, no..."

"Oh, please, Miss..."

"No, I'm already uncomfortable, we're out in the open like this."

While twisting his finger on her navel and kissing her ear, Bharat said, "Are you sure you don't want to? Miss, I did it myself the other day, not again."

"Ugh, don't tell me things like that," she said.

"I will... Miss, sit on my thigh here."

"Uh-huh, no, this is fine."

He held her hips gently and moved her to the left, settling her buttocks on his thigh.

"No... we have to go down, your mom will call," she said.

He lifted his head and kissed her lips. Geeta froze.

"Miss, what did you do this week? College is closed, right?" he asked.

"Nothing. Just stayed at home."

"Miss, did you watch porn?"

"I told you not to ask things like this..."

"Oh, come on, tell me, Miss... What did you do?"

She pouted. "What do I do? Nothing."

"Miss, you didn't even use that thing?"

"What's that?"

"The dildo in your TV cabinet..."

She slapped his cheek. "What's that to you... Shut up and don't ask anything else."

"Hahaha..."

"Your mom calls you a boy, you dirty fellow..."

"I didn't do anything dirty, why are you calling me that?"

"The way you talk."

He grabbed her right hand's fingers, rubbed them, and then put her index finger in his mouth. "Mmm, Miss, I want to bite and eat these."

"You're licking like a dog..." she said.

He put his index and middle fingers together and put them in his mouth.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked.

He took them out, licked the lines on her palm, and started to move her hand downwards. Understanding his intention, she pulled her hand back.

"Ugh, no... dirty fellow. See, this is why I call you that."

"Okay, fine, we'll see after you come to my room tonight."

"Why do you have to think about this every time we meet?"

"What, you don't? Why did you kiss me without me asking?"

"That's... when you hugged me like that..."

He rested his head on her chest. "Miss, this is how I show my affection for you."

She hugged his head with her left hand. "Show me... This is what I want."

He smiled slightly and moved her hand into his pajamas, placing it on his hard-on.

"Ugh, you crazy kid, you don't listen," she said.

"Mmm..."

"Why is it so small?" she asked.

"You have to make it bigger."

Geeta laughed.

"Aaaah...." he screamed, swaying.

"Hmm... are you going to do that again?..." she asked, teasing him, shaking her head.

"Miss... ah... it hurts, Miss, if you do that. Don't pinch it like that..."

"Hahaha..."

When Geeta took her hand out, he grabbed it, looked into her eyes, and brought it to her nose. 

The scent of sweat of his balls on her fingers entered her nose, making Geeta feel intoxicated. Bharat touched her lips with the same fingers. She closed her eyes and sank into a daze.

"Miss..." he whispered.

"Mm..." she said, pushing her lips into his fingers.

That scent made Geeta surrender. It gave life to the desires simmering within her. Bharat pressed her waist and leaned on her.

"Ss..." she hissed.

"Does this dirty fellow please you, Miss?" he asked.

"Mm..."

He bent his index finger and poked it between her lips.

 ‘No... what am I doing...’

She opened her eyes and pushed Bharat's hand away.

"What happened, Miss?" he asked.

"Nothing... let's go downstairs..." She began to move but stopped in the middle of her sentence. Bharat's left hand rested on her left boob. Looking into her eyes, he tightened his grip on her swelling boob. As it was squeezed, it gave life to her passion, and she clutched his shoulder tightly.

"Give me this, Miss..." he said.

"I said let's go downstairs, what are you doing more?"

He moved her saree and put his nose in the valley between her breasts, inhaling. 

The heat of his breath on her chest made her sigh, and she hugged his head again. He kissed her warmly there.

"Ah..."

He moved his left hand to her waist and with his right, he lightly held her breast and drew his nose across her chest. "Uh... This scent will drive me crazy," he said.

"That's enough," she said.

"No one will come up here, Miss."

"That's not it, you won't be able to control yourself."

"Please, Miss..."

She grabbed his hair and lifted his head. "Listen to me... If you do that, I'll want more. Not here."

They looked into each other's eyes, their breaths intertwining, and stopped, longing for a kiss. 

‘I feel like I won't be able to stop myself. 

How long can I keep this affection within limits? 

Sometimes I scold myself, and 

sometimes I feel happy within myself. 

The intimacy of another man besides 

my husband is doing something to me.’

[Haran000]

"Miss..." Bharath's voice was a ragged whisper, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"Hm?" Geetha hummed, her attention elsewhere.

"Unclasp the hooks," he pleaded.

"No." The word was firm, a soft refusal.

"Are you really sure?" His hand was on her waist, the familiar curve a tantalizing promise.

"Not now. Wait," she said, and with a gentle motion, she pressed his face against her chest. "I'll give it to you once we're in the room, puppy. Wait."

"Okay," he conceded, the word a sigh.

"I'm telling you, you'd better not be this stubborn once we go to Canada."

"What am I doing now? Miss..." His hands, restless and demanding, began to knead her boob from the bottom up. "These are tempting me."

"Sss... let go." She moved his hand, holding it against her waist.

"This waist fold is tempting me, too..." he murmured, his fingers finding the soft, milky skin and squeezing it between two fingers.

She took his hand and placed it on her shoulder.

He followed her lead, kneading her shoulder as well.

"Stop."

"No matter where I touch you, your body feels like coconut halwa, Miss."

Geetha took his cheek, lifting his face to meet her gaze. With a sweet, knowing smile, she began, "If it is..."

"That's why my hands can't stop, Miss."

She looked straight into his mischievous eyes, seeing the longing for her lips. A shy blush crept up her neck, and she lowered her head.

"What?" he asked, his voice low and curious.

"I was just thinking, where do these naughty words come from, you mischievous boy?"

He squeezed both of her cheeks together, and her mouth pouted like a gold fish. "They come from looking at your lips," he confessed.

A soft laugh escaped her. "Then what about when you look at those?"

"What do you mean by 'those'?"

"The things you like."

"What do I like?"

She took his hand from her face and put it on her left boob. "These..." she whispered, biting her lip seductively.

Without a word, Bharath switched hands, taking hers down and once again slipping it into his pajamas. A hot shiver ran through Geetha's wrist, a jolt of raw sensation.

"Dirty fellow..."

"Hm..." he hummed in response.

"Tell me, what does it feel like?"

"Don't you know?"

"Hm..." she replied, her fingers closing around him as she bit her lip again.

He touched his upper lip to hers. "Miss, please unclasp the hooks."

"No."

"It's dark, isn't it?"

"Don't go back to the beginning."

"Fine," he relented.

Geetha almost took her hand out of his pajamas, but the pull was too strong. She slid it back in, her fingers wrapping around him. As soon as her hand was inside, he pulled his pajamas down, revealing in the darkness something black, like a hot frozen Chocobar.

She immediately turned her head, her gaze locking with his.

"I showed you, but when I ask you to show me, you won't," he teased.

She quickly pulled his pants back up.

He pulled them down again. "Hold it," he instructed.

She wrapped her fingers around him, taking a firm hold.

"Ahh... Miss..." he groaned, his voice a tremor of pleasure.

"Let's go downstairs. It feels weird here," she said, her voice a little shaky. "You always take me to a corner and do these things. It was the same at the wedding the other day."

"You provoke me with your beauty, and then you blame me."

"Saying these very words..." she murmured, her face turning away in a flush of embarrassment as she looked at the hot, blazing organ in her hand.

He turned her cheek toward him. "Miss, do you remember that day when I was on the stool and you hit me on my pants?"

"Mmm," she answered, the memory sparking a familiar warmth.

As Bharath kissed her cheek, he whispered, "Miss, why did you do that back then, and why are you so shy now?"

Geetha let out a small laugh. "I was just playing with you. It was funny when you kept saying 'no, no.'"

"But now you're holding onto me willingly, aren't you?" Bharath pressed.

She looked away, her gaze falling. "You're a bad boy for talking like this."

"And you're a bad girl, Miss, that's why you're doing this," he retorted with a grin.

"How can you say that to your teacher?" Geetha's voice was a mix of protest and amusement.

"What about the teacher who puts her hand in a student's pants?" He laughed, a deep, teasing sound.

"Am I really bad...?" she murmured, releasing her grip on him and resting her head on his neck.

"Miss, you tell me. Do I behave badly?"

"No," she said softly.

"Then why did you call me a bad boy?"

"Isn't it bad to be like this with a teacher?"

He took a slow, deep breath, then lowered his head to meet her eyes, his lips just inches from hers. "Miss, you're a good teacher..."

"Then I am being like this with a student, which is why you called me bad just now, right?"

"Miss, I'm not saying that. Everyone has a good side and a bad side. You're a good teacher... but do you know what the bad side of you does?"

"What does it do...?" she whispered, her neck arching slightly as their lips brushed.

He took her left hand and placed it between his thighs again. Without a moment's hesitation, with a small, mischievous laugh, Geetha pressed her index finger against the bottom of his dick and traced it all the way to the tip.

"The bad side of me... and the bad side of you... both of them want this, Miss..." he said, his voice husky, and he quickly bit her upper lip.

She still held, then began to nibble on his lower lip.

Bharath's cock swelled, growing firmer and larger. As Geetha's tongue danced on his lip, her five fingers tightened, taking its measure.

He broke the kiss. "Miss, let go."

"Why?"

"You're squeezing it."

"Because it's getting longer..."

"Mm."

"I'll tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone."

"Okay."

"That... that..." She stopped, suddenly hesitant.

Bharath watched her expectantly as she closed her eyes. "Tell me, Miss."

"I feel like it would be wrong if I said that."

"Then don't say it."

"Hm..." She made a ring with her finger and stroked him, pulling the foreskin back until it was a red mushroom in the dim light. 

A single, thick drop of precum liquid beaded on the tip and clung to her finger.

He saw her eyes widen as she stared at the drop. She started to rub her finger on his underwear, but he stopped her, bringing her hand up. She looked at him, her expression a question.

"Miss, show me your tongue."

She flinched. "Huh...?"

"Taste this."

‘What..., what are you saying? No, no... where is this going?’

It's true, what is about to happen?

Geetha was not ready.

Bharath couldn't control his desire.

Geetha's heat was not going to stop her.

"Ugh, what are you asking?" she pleaded.

"Miss, don't ask the good side, ask the bad side."

"But it's dirty... j..." Her words caught in her throat as her index finger, still beaded with the thick drop, touched her lips.

Bharath, his gaze intense with desire, pressed her finger against her mouth. Past her gums, past her teeth, the taste of the thick precum drop spread on her tongue.

Geetha's eyes fluttered shut, and in a daze, she sealed her lips around her finger and licked it clean.

"Dirty fellow... what a thing you've done..."

He pulled her finger out, wiped her saliva on her own lips, and then kissed her deeply.

Geetha's mind was intoxicated. In a daze, she surrendered to her lust.

“Miss, I want to see your bad side fully”

 ‘I know, Miss, you understand.’

“Meaning...?”

‘How can I say it without shame... 

you're confusing me.’

“Meaning... how do I say it Miss?”

‘Don't say it, Bharath, please... ugh.’

He stared intensely into her eyes, silent, and her heart beat a nervous rhythm.

"Miss... that..."

‘Don't ask, don't ask... 

I'll slap you, if you ask...’

"I want you to kiss it, like the other day. And I want to kiss yours, too."

Geetha also thought that Bharath would ask what he was thinking. Now he had only taken the first step, waiting for the right moment.

"You're being dirty," she said.

"Did you like it?"

"What?"

"The taste?"

"Ugh, don't ask."

"If you didn't like it, why did you put it in your mouth?"

"You put it there."

"You should have stopped."

"You didn't let me stop."

"I was watching to see if you would stop... you didn't."

"No, you didn't stop."

"No, I did stop. If you had said no, you should have kept your mouth shut."

"So what are you saying now?"

"You liked it."

"I didn't like it."

A shiver ran through Geetha as Bharath's hand descended once more, guiding her finger to him and then back to her lips. She groaned softly, her tongue tracing a line over his precum coated finger.

“You didn’t like it?” he asked, a playful smirk on his face.

“Ugh…” she moaned, slipping her finger into her mouth, a silent admission.

“Dirty Geetha…” he whispered, his voice a low rumble.

A sharp sting on his cheek was her reply. “Rascal… you're making me dirty.”

Without a word, he pulled her closer, his hand firm on the small of her back. He pressed a searing kiss between her boobs, his lips leaving a trail of fire.

“Unclasp the hooks,” he murmured against her skin.

“Ah… you do it yourself…” she breathed, her head lolling back.

“Really? Mmm… I’ll take off your bra, too…” he teased, his fingers tracing the outline of the thin fabric.

“Take it off…I won’t mind” she challenged, her eyes half-closed with want.

“Miss, you want me, don’t you?”

“Yes…”

He moved to her neck, his tongue a warm, wet line against her pulse. She let out a small, breathless gasp, her body arching into his.

“I’m hungry, I’m going to eat these,” he declared, his gaze fixed on her.

“Eat…”


Just as his finger found the first hook of her bodice, a voice from downstairs shattered the moment. “Geetha… Bittu… come on down!”

A peal of laughter escaped Geetha. “Hahaha… poor puppy…” she giggled, the spell broken.

“Damn it! We're coming, Mom…!” Bharath yelled back, his frustration clear.

Still chuckling, Geetha straightened her sari, her movements as fluid as a hen clucking down the stairs.

‘These mothers, always call you 

when the game is getting good, damn it.’

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To be continued……..

[Projectmp]

Amazing update. Really liked the roof part and ofcourse the badminton match creativity

[Haran000]

Amazing update. Really liked the roof part and ofcourse the badminton match creativity

Thank you Projectmp garu. You're encouraging me from start of my English Forum entry. Commenting regularly. 

[Haran000]

Does my story not pleasing majority of the readers? I'm posting regularly and big updates but not much response. This discouraging my enthusiasm towards English section.

[Projectmp]

Does my story not pleasing majority of the readers? I'm posting regularly and big updates but not much response. This discouraging my enthusiasm towards English section.

Haran Garu- Please don't be disappointed. May be it's just the middle of the week. Many working people prefer to read on Friday night and weekend days to relieve out the stress.

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Does my story not pleasing majority of the readers? I'm posting regularly and big updates but not much response. This discouraging my enthusiasm towards English section.

Your narration is good pace is also good i love your writing so please keep writing but shiva part right before match could not get the context ? Over all good update keep it up bro

[secpass]

Eagerly waiting for what happens during sleepover Haroon garu please don’t get disappointed now

[secpass]

I keep checking every 2 hrs for ur update and reply to you everyday please consider your fans as well

[Ranjanm]

I am writing to formally request the continuation of the intimate scenes between Geeta and Bharat, as well as any subsequent developments, in your distinctive and beautiful writing style.

[siva05]

bro we are on your track to support so don't worry

[cobain7799]

Thank you so much for spending your precious time posting regular long updates. What a narration? A masterpiece

[Projectmp]

bro we are on your track to support so don't worry

Shiva has also done something nasty with Geetha in the car.(On a lighter note)

[Ranjanm]

I am writing to formally request the continuation of the intimate scenes between Geetha and Bharath, as well as any subsequent developments, in your distinctive and beautiful writing style.