06-07-2025, 09:09 AM
The next day at college, she arrived cheerfully. She was informed she had to take two more periods. She agreed and went to the tenth grade. As she stepped into the classroom, Bharath wasn't looking at Geetha. She smiled, wondering if he was acting like that because of what she had said yesterday. She started the lesson.
How long could he avoid looking? As soon as Geetha turned away, he looked. As usual, he was scanning her from head to toe. Feeling like his gaze was piercing her back, she suddenly turned and looked at Bharath. He lowered his face. She turned back to the board and smiled herself mischievously.
After class, Geetha went to the staff room for water. They hadn't told the students yet that Geetha had another period. Harish saw Geetha's handbag on the table and thought she had forgotten it.
"Hey, Miss forgot her bag, I'll go give it to her."
Bharath saw this as an opportunity to meet Geetha. "I'll go give it to her."
He immediately got up, took the bag from the table, and hurried to the eighth grade. When he found Geetha wasn't there, he assumed she would be in the staff room and went that way.
In the staff room, the water refrigerator was next to the door. Geetha drank water and, in a hurry because of class time, moved out. Bharath walked quickly, swinging into the room with the bag in his right hand and holding the doorframe with his left.
At that very moment, Geetha was stepping out. She didn't notice Bharath's arrival. And just like that, they suddenly faced each other. As Bharath suddenly came towards her, Geetha flinched and opened her mouth with a slight fear. Bharath couldn't stop his feet, bumped into Geetha, and their faces came close to each other. His lower lip got directly stuck between Geetha's pursed, rose-petal lips.
A lightning bolt struck both their bodies.
Geetha widened her eyes in surprise and closed her mouth. Bharath's lower lip was gently squeezed between her lips. Bharath also brought both of them closer.
In fear, Geetha pulled her head back. Her upper lip stretched under Bharath's grip and then released.
Bharath, shaking from what had happened in a blink of an eye, broke into a fearful sweat. He let go of the bag and left.
Geetha was frozen in complete surprise. Her heart pounded, her body suddenly warmed, her lips trembled. She stepped back and sat on a chair. She looked around; there was no one there. She picked up the bag lying near the door, took out a handkerchief, wiped her forehead, took a deep breath, and then got up and left.
When she went into the classroom, Bharath was trembling, biting his nails, looking down.
Geetha, however, still had what happened playing in her mind and felt embarrassed every time she looked at Bharath. Somehow, that class passed, with that heavy tension.
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Geeta arrived home, the recent encounter replaying in her mind. She splashed some water on her face, and as she busied herself making tea in the kitchen, the memory persisted. She recalled the abrupt collision with Bharat, the startling sensation of another man's lips entwined with her own cold ones, the touch that ignited a thrilling spark within her. A blush bloomed on her cheeks, and a radiant smile lit up her face.
Just yesterday, Bharat had kissed her feet, a gesture she had found surprisingly enjoyable. Today's kiss, however, deepened her shyness and intensified her thoughts of him.
Meanwhile, Bharat was consumed by terror. He feared Geeta would believe the kiss was deliberate, despite his earlier warnings in class not to look at him or harbor such thoughts. He felt unjustly accused for what had happened yesterday. Overwhelmed by this apprehension, he found himself at Geeta's doorstep, standing silently, anxious about how to face her.
Noticing his presence, Geeta called out, "Come inside, why are you standing there?"
He immediately rushed to her, nervously grasping her hands, his head bowed, a torrent of apologies spilling from his lips. "Miss, I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't do it on purpose. I came to give you your bag which you forgot. It's true, Miss."
To her knowledge, Bharath is indeed a teenager with no bad intentions.
Geeta suppressed a laugh. She ran her fingers through his hair, gently tilting his head back to lift his face. "It's okay, Bharat, I know you didn't do it on purpose. I won't say anything, alright?"
"You're not angry? Really?" he asked, disbelief in his voice.
"I was, but it was an accident, so it's fine," she reassured him.
All his fear dissipated. A smile broke across his face, and he sat beside Geeta.
"Naughty fellow..." Geeta teased playfully, "why are you so impulsive?"
"Sorry, Miss," he mumbled.
"Hmm...." she hummed.
He retrieved his books and began his science homework, diligently writing, not once looking at Geeta. She assumed he was still scared. She moved closer, placing her left arm around his shoulders.
"Why aren't you looking at me today, you naughty fellow?" she inquired softly.
"You told me not to, Miss," he replied.
"Just because I said no, doesn't mean you don't want to look?"
"I do..."
Geeta gently held Bharat's chin, turning his face towards her. He looked at her, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Bharat, I'm going to ask you something, don't tell anyone," she whispered.
"No, Miss, if you say no, I definitely won't. What is it?" he promised earnestly.
"Really, can I trust you?" she pressed.
"Absolutely, Miss. Anything for you. Trust me," he affirmed.
"Bharat, I really liked what you did yesterday. Will you do it again today? Gautam never did that either."
He was visibly surprised, a sparkle appearing in his eyes as he smiled. "Miss...."
"But only my feet, okay?" she clarified.
"Hmm," he agreed.
"It's wrong to let you massage my feet, but you don't mind, do you?"
"No, Miss, I really like doing this."
"It's not like that, what if someone finds out or sees us, they'll think I'm making a child do all sorts of works instead of teaching."
"Miss, trust me, I won't tell anyone. I really don't want you to get a bad name." As he spoke, he gently squeezed her left calf below the knee. He then knelt, taking her feet in his hands, lifted them, and kissed the little toe of her left foot.
Geeta's senses reawakened. He watched her as he sucked on her little toe. As Bharat watched and sucked, his lips encompassing her toe, the toe writhing between his lips and tongue, Geeta felt an intense craving. She wondered how much he would devour her lips if he was doing this to her toes.
Bharat sucked on each of her toes, like sucking on peppermint, gently gnawing them with his lips and then licking them. "Umm.... Miss, your feet are so smooth, that's why I feel like licking them like this. Umm....."
"Is..... Bharat, I like it when you do that," she murmured.
He kissed the sole of her foot, then grazed the tip of his tongue in the arch. Geeta felt a delightful tickle. He kissed the spot, then pressed the sole of her foot against his face, before placing his lips on her heel and sucking on her smooth skin.
Geeta's body tingled, a thrill spreading through her thighs.
As he sucked on each toe, minute by minute, saliva accumulated, creating a "puch puch" bubbling sound. She closed her eyes with pleasure, listening to the sound, wiggling her toes, pulling them out of Bharat's mouth, only for him to follow, recapture, and kiss them again and again. She found it amusing to tease him like this. He moved up her foot, kissing and licking up to her ankle.
"Ah...." a soft groan escaped her lips.
Licking, he moved higher, nudging Geeta's saree up a little more with his nose, kissing as he went. Geeta said nothing, her eyes closed, leaning back against the sofa, moaning softly.
Taking advantage of her acquiescence, he pulled Geeta's saree up to below her knee. Her legs appeared white and soft, like butter. Bharat's mouth watered at the sight.
He kissed below the edge of the saree.
Geeta felt a tingling sensation and groaned, "Mmm."
He came to the edge of her foot, rested his cool, saliva-laden tongue there, and began licking upwards with the tip. As his tongue touched her skin, she felt a tingling sensation and twisted slightly.
"Ah... Don't do that, Mmm," she whispered.
Bharat held her leg and continued licking up to the edge of her saree below the knee.
Immediately, Geeta put her hand in Bharat's hair, stopping him.
He pulled back and kissed her fingers with a wide smile.
Geeta turned her face away in shyness, smiling contentedly. Only when she saw the books nearby did she remember the passing time and Bharat's need to study.
"Bharat, that's enough, it's getting late, you should study," she instructed.
He was currently sucking Geeta's right big toe, nodding vertically. She pulled her leg back.
"Ah!..... Miss, a little more please," he pleaded.
He took it again, resuming his licking. Geeta, meanwhile, found herself wanting more the more he licked.
"Is.... that's enough," she reiterated.
He licked, shaking his head horizontally this time.
"Okay, I'll let you do it tomorrow too, let go," she conceded.
He was surprised, his mouth opening slightly. "Umm, really?"
Geeta had spoken too soon, she realized, and now there was no turning back. "Yes... that's enough for now."
He released her foot and sat next to her. "Miss, did you really like doing this?"
"Hmm.... But why did you lift my saree? I told you not to, didn't I?" she chided gently.
"I won't do it again, Miss, forgive me," he promised.
"You won't tell anyone that I'm letting you do this, will you?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
"I won't tell if you let me do it tomorrow too," he retorted cheekily.
Geeta playfully slapped him on the head. "Naughty fellow, what if I don't?"
"Please, please, Miss, don't say that. Besides, who would I tell, and who would ask me?" he pleaded.
"Hmm, alright," she conceded with a smile.
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How long could he avoid looking? As soon as Geetha turned away, he looked. As usual, he was scanning her from head to toe. Feeling like his gaze was piercing her back, she suddenly turned and looked at Bharath. He lowered his face. She turned back to the board and smiled herself mischievously.
After class, Geetha went to the staff room for water. They hadn't told the students yet that Geetha had another period. Harish saw Geetha's handbag on the table and thought she had forgotten it.
"Hey, Miss forgot her bag, I'll go give it to her."
Bharath saw this as an opportunity to meet Geetha. "I'll go give it to her."
He immediately got up, took the bag from the table, and hurried to the eighth grade. When he found Geetha wasn't there, he assumed she would be in the staff room and went that way.
In the staff room, the water refrigerator was next to the door. Geetha drank water and, in a hurry because of class time, moved out. Bharath walked quickly, swinging into the room with the bag in his right hand and holding the doorframe with his left.
At that very moment, Geetha was stepping out. She didn't notice Bharath's arrival. And just like that, they suddenly faced each other. As Bharath suddenly came towards her, Geetha flinched and opened her mouth with a slight fear. Bharath couldn't stop his feet, bumped into Geetha, and their faces came close to each other. His lower lip got directly stuck between Geetha's pursed, rose-petal lips.
A lightning bolt struck both their bodies.
Geetha widened her eyes in surprise and closed her mouth. Bharath's lower lip was gently squeezed between her lips. Bharath also brought both of them closer.
In fear, Geetha pulled her head back. Her upper lip stretched under Bharath's grip and then released.
Bharath, shaking from what had happened in a blink of an eye, broke into a fearful sweat. He let go of the bag and left.
Geetha was frozen in complete surprise. Her heart pounded, her body suddenly warmed, her lips trembled. She stepped back and sat on a chair. She looked around; there was no one there. She picked up the bag lying near the door, took out a handkerchief, wiped her forehead, took a deep breath, and then got up and left.
When she went into the classroom, Bharath was trembling, biting his nails, looking down.
Geetha, however, still had what happened playing in her mind and felt embarrassed every time she looked at Bharath. Somehow, that class passed, with that heavy tension.
.
.
.
.
.
Geeta arrived home, the recent encounter replaying in her mind. She splashed some water on her face, and as she busied herself making tea in the kitchen, the memory persisted. She recalled the abrupt collision with Bharat, the startling sensation of another man's lips entwined with her own cold ones, the touch that ignited a thrilling spark within her. A blush bloomed on her cheeks, and a radiant smile lit up her face.
Just yesterday, Bharat had kissed her feet, a gesture she had found surprisingly enjoyable. Today's kiss, however, deepened her shyness and intensified her thoughts of him.
Meanwhile, Bharat was consumed by terror. He feared Geeta would believe the kiss was deliberate, despite his earlier warnings in class not to look at him or harbor such thoughts. He felt unjustly accused for what had happened yesterday. Overwhelmed by this apprehension, he found himself at Geeta's doorstep, standing silently, anxious about how to face her.
Noticing his presence, Geeta called out, "Come inside, why are you standing there?"
He immediately rushed to her, nervously grasping her hands, his head bowed, a torrent of apologies spilling from his lips. "Miss, I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't do it on purpose. I came to give you your bag which you forgot. It's true, Miss."
To her knowledge, Bharath is indeed a teenager with no bad intentions.
Geeta suppressed a laugh. She ran her fingers through his hair, gently tilting his head back to lift his face. "It's okay, Bharat, I know you didn't do it on purpose. I won't say anything, alright?"
"You're not angry? Really?" he asked, disbelief in his voice.
"I was, but it was an accident, so it's fine," she reassured him.
All his fear dissipated. A smile broke across his face, and he sat beside Geeta.
"Naughty fellow..." Geeta teased playfully, "why are you so impulsive?"
"Sorry, Miss," he mumbled.
"Hmm...." she hummed.
He retrieved his books and began his science homework, diligently writing, not once looking at Geeta. She assumed he was still scared. She moved closer, placing her left arm around his shoulders.
"Why aren't you looking at me today, you naughty fellow?" she inquired softly.
"You told me not to, Miss," he replied.
"Just because I said no, doesn't mean you don't want to look?"
"I do..."
Geeta gently held Bharat's chin, turning his face towards her. He looked at her, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Bharat, I'm going to ask you something, don't tell anyone," she whispered.
"No, Miss, if you say no, I definitely won't. What is it?" he promised earnestly.
"Really, can I trust you?" she pressed.
"Absolutely, Miss. Anything for you. Trust me," he affirmed.
"Bharat, I really liked what you did yesterday. Will you do it again today? Gautam never did that either."
He was visibly surprised, a sparkle appearing in his eyes as he smiled. "Miss...."
"But only my feet, okay?" she clarified.
"Hmm," he agreed.
"It's wrong to let you massage my feet, but you don't mind, do you?"
"No, Miss, I really like doing this."
"It's not like that, what if someone finds out or sees us, they'll think I'm making a child do all sorts of works instead of teaching."
"Miss, trust me, I won't tell anyone. I really don't want you to get a bad name." As he spoke, he gently squeezed her left calf below the knee. He then knelt, taking her feet in his hands, lifted them, and kissed the little toe of her left foot.
Geeta's senses reawakened. He watched her as he sucked on her little toe. As Bharat watched and sucked, his lips encompassing her toe, the toe writhing between his lips and tongue, Geeta felt an intense craving. She wondered how much he would devour her lips if he was doing this to her toes.
Bharat sucked on each of her toes, like sucking on peppermint, gently gnawing them with his lips and then licking them. "Umm.... Miss, your feet are so smooth, that's why I feel like licking them like this. Umm....."
"Is..... Bharat, I like it when you do that," she murmured.
He kissed the sole of her foot, then grazed the tip of his tongue in the arch. Geeta felt a delightful tickle. He kissed the spot, then pressed the sole of her foot against his face, before placing his lips on her heel and sucking on her smooth skin.
Geeta's body tingled, a thrill spreading through her thighs.
As he sucked on each toe, minute by minute, saliva accumulated, creating a "puch puch" bubbling sound. She closed her eyes with pleasure, listening to the sound, wiggling her toes, pulling them out of Bharat's mouth, only for him to follow, recapture, and kiss them again and again. She found it amusing to tease him like this. He moved up her foot, kissing and licking up to her ankle.
"Ah...." a soft groan escaped her lips.
Licking, he moved higher, nudging Geeta's saree up a little more with his nose, kissing as he went. Geeta said nothing, her eyes closed, leaning back against the sofa, moaning softly.
Taking advantage of her acquiescence, he pulled Geeta's saree up to below her knee. Her legs appeared white and soft, like butter. Bharat's mouth watered at the sight.
He kissed below the edge of the saree.
Geeta felt a tingling sensation and groaned, "Mmm."
He came to the edge of her foot, rested his cool, saliva-laden tongue there, and began licking upwards with the tip. As his tongue touched her skin, she felt a tingling sensation and twisted slightly.
"Ah... Don't do that, Mmm," she whispered.
Bharat held her leg and continued licking up to the edge of her saree below the knee.
Immediately, Geeta put her hand in Bharat's hair, stopping him.
He pulled back and kissed her fingers with a wide smile.
Geeta turned her face away in shyness, smiling contentedly. Only when she saw the books nearby did she remember the passing time and Bharat's need to study.
"Bharat, that's enough, it's getting late, you should study," she instructed.
He was currently sucking Geeta's right big toe, nodding vertically. She pulled her leg back.
"Ah!..... Miss, a little more please," he pleaded.
He took it again, resuming his licking. Geeta, meanwhile, found herself wanting more the more he licked.
"Is.... that's enough," she reiterated.
He licked, shaking his head horizontally this time.
"Okay, I'll let you do it tomorrow too, let go," she conceded.
He was surprised, his mouth opening slightly. "Umm, really?"
Geeta had spoken too soon, she realized, and now there was no turning back. "Yes... that's enough for now."
He released her foot and sat next to her. "Miss, did you really like doing this?"
"Hmm.... But why did you lift my saree? I told you not to, didn't I?" she chided gently.
"I won't do it again, Miss, forgive me," he promised.
"You won't tell anyone that I'm letting you do this, will you?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
"I won't tell if you let me do it tomorrow too," he retorted cheekily.
Geeta playfully slapped him on the head. "Naughty fellow, what if I don't?"
"Please, please, Miss, don't say that. Besides, who would I tell, and who would ask me?" he pleaded.
"Hmm, alright," she conceded with a smile.
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