A House Story

[The_Writer]

That evening,


Prachi was busy with her homeworks when David came for her tuition. The room where he used to teach her remains closed for one hour daily except Sundays (Holiday).

As soon as David entered the room he was flabbergasted to see his student. Prachi was sitting on the edge of a bed with the books and copies on the grey colored fiber table in front of her, as usual. But what made David’s dick twitch was the sight of the beautiful 3 inch dark cleavage which was visible due to the kurti. It was an open neck kurti which was also a bit low cut with no buttons or hooks.


Actually this was the kind of dress that David always loved on a girl’s body. He had an unexplained fetish of seeing a girl’s open bare neck and little bit of chest along with the collar bone. These parts were always enough to give him a solid hard on.


For few minutes he stood there and kept staring at her. Prachi understood this and started smiling, bending her head more down towards the book. She always loved the way her Sir looks at her. She feels more desireable. David came and sat beside her on a chair that was kept for him.


Prachi’s heart started to pace faster. She knows what is going to happen next. And she was eagerly anticipating for that. She was like begging deep inside to happen what she really wants to happen. She thinks that she rightfully deserves that treatment. But little did she know that her mom already had the taste of that treatment few minutes ago when David entered the house.



David knew that his lethal weapon is his smile and he too never missed smiling whenever he needed something. Smilingly, he asked,

“Aaj marks mila?” (“Got marks today?”).

“Nahi Sir, aaj bhi paper nahi dikhaya class mei.” (“No Sir, today also we didn’t get the paper.”).

Prachi replied sadly. And indeed she became sad after hearing David. She really did well this time in the exams but now when it’s the result time; her teachers were really making things hard by keeping them waiting.
 

“Oh ok… don’t get sad dear. I know you did well this time. Keep the sadness in the back pocket and smile.” David said caressing her right cheek.

“Side pocket nahi hai.” (“I don’t have side pocket.”).

Prachi replied bending her head again towards the opened English book.

“Kyun?” (“Why?”).


David seemed concerened.

Prachi didn’t reply.


Caressing her cheek gently, David pinched her and asked her again,


“Kyun?” (“Why?”).


“Ouuchhh Sir!!.... Dhatt… bahut badmashi karte ho aap.” (“Ouuchhh Sir!!.... Dhatt… You behave so naughty.”).

Prachi did sound of pain.


“To fir jawab do.”  (“Then reply.”).

Prachi remained quiet for few seconds and then blushingly replied,

“Wo aaj maine jeans nahi, Capri pehni hai.”  (“Actually I am in Capri instead of Jeans.”).


Hearing her, David looked down and saw the light green Capri she was wearing. Smiling mischievously, he kept his left palm on her right thigh suddenly and gave a hard press. Prachi shrieked in pain,


“Aaoouuuu…”

“What happened dear student?”  David teased her.

“Sirrr.. Please …. Aisa mat na kariye…”

Prachi pleaded.

But both Prachi and David knew very well that it wasn’t a request but actually an acceptance to carry on with the same action.


David opened his lips to say something and at that very moment the door opened and Dolly entered with a cup of tea and a plate full of biscuits.




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