06-07-2025, 09:12 AM
Two days later, the college gates beckoned, and Geetha stepped inside, her thoughts already on the day's lessons. Just then, Bharath appeared, a rose held somewhat secretively in his hand. He offered it to her, and she accepted it with a quiet thank you, tucking the bloom into her braid.
"I'm giving a test today," Geetha announced, a playful warning in her voice. "If you don't do well, I'll deal with you in the evening."
Bharath grinned. "Okay, Miss. I'll do well; you made me study yesterday, right?"
"Hmm..." Geetha hummed, her expression unreadable. Their conversation was cut short as Harish approached from the other side, prompting Bharath to duck into the classroom.
Later, during the fourth period, Geetha entered the classroom. She announced a twenty-five-mark test, then turned to the board, writing five math problems for them to solve. As the room filled with the scratch of pens, Geetha patrolled the aisles, her gaze sweeping over the rows of benches.
Bharath, from his position in the 3rd row, seemed to be making his way through the problems. But as Geetha walked past him, moving from the front of the class to the back, he paused, leaning his head back ever so slightly. With a subtle movement, almost imperceptible to others, his eyes drifted downwards, lingering on Geetha's figure below her waist. The moment she turned her head towards him, he snapped his focus back to his paper, pen scratching diligently once more.
This silent ritual repeated itself three or four times. Harish, noticing Bharath's wandering attention, nudged him. "Write it down, pervert," he whispered, a hint of exasperation in his voice.
But Bharath, undeterred, looked again. This time, Geetha caught him. Her eyes widened, a silent, intimidating warning that made him drop his gaze for good.
To further tease him, Geetha moved to stand beside Bharath's desk, resting her hand casually on the bench. Her left side was now next to his head, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin, and as she leaned, the soft curve of her stomach, a smooth buttery bulge below her navel, pressed slightly against the folds of her saree.
Bharath's throat suddenly felt dry. His pupils dilated, drawn to the sight of her elegant waist.
A quiet chuckle escaped Geetha's lips. Playfully, she tapped him on the back of his head with her fingers. "Write properly," she chided, though her tone was light. "Did you even study yesterday?"
Harish laughed, and a ripple of laughter spread through the back benches. They assumed Geetha's playful tap was due to Bharath's supposed struggles with math, perhaps mistaking a plus sign for a minus. Bharath, feigning bewilderment, simply returned to his math problem as Geetha moved on.
That evening, the moment Bharat stepped into Geeta's house, he pulled a book from his bag, settled onto the sofa, and without a word, immersed himself in his social studies. Geeta, meanwhile, prepared two cups of tea, placing one on the teapoy for Bharat before gracefully taking her place beside him, sipping from her own cup.
Bharat continued to read, pausing only to drink his tea, while Geeta absently scrolled through her phone.
After a quiet interlude, she retrieved the test papers she'd administered earlier that day and began correcting them.
Occasionally, her gaze drifted to Bharat, who remained diligently engrossed in his book, not once looking up. A silent question formed in her mind: Why is he so quiet today?
Playfully, she pinched his cheek. He merely turned a page, still absorbed and seemingly sulking, without so much as a flicker of reaction.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she finally prompted.
"I'm not talking to you," Bharat mumbled, his eyes still fixed on the page. "I'm not even coming to tuition anymore."
"Oh, why the sulk?" Geeta teased gently.
"Why did you hit me in class?" he blurted out, a hint of indignation in his voice. "Everyone laughed."
"And I shouldn't hit my student?" Geeta retorted, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You did something wrong, that's why I hit you."
"Even so, I'm not talking to you," he insisted, though his resolve seemed to waver.
"Fine, don't talk," she conceded, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"You made a mistake too," Bharat declared, finally looking up from his book.
"Oh, really? What is it?" she challenged.
"What did you say the other day?"
"Huh? What did I say?" Geeta feigned ignorance.
"You said I could kiss your feet again tomorrow. But it's been two days, and it hasn't happened again."
"Oh, is that why?" A knowing smile touched Geeta's lips. She gently placed her hand on Bharat's arm and turned his face towards her. "But you were studying yesterday and the day before, right? If you did that, it would take up all your time."
"Hmm..." Bharat mumbled, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.
"Anyway, why do you feel like doing that to my feet?" she asked, her voice softer now.
"You said you liked it, Miss."
"Oh, yes..." she murmured, her gaze distant for a moment.
"Just once today too," he pleaded, his eyes earnest.
"No, study," Geeta firmly replied.
"Please, Miss, just once. I'll stop if you tell me to."
"No, feet are dusty."
"No, they're not!" he protested, pushing himself off the sofa. "You just washed them a while ago. Look how soft they are. Please, Miss."
"Aren't you going to listen?" Geeta asked, though a hint of resignation crept into her voice.
"Just once, then I'll study," he promised.
He knelt down, his small hands gently enclosing her left foot. Geeta watched him in silence. Bharat's fingers, cool to the touch, delicately squeezed her big toe from underneath. Twisting the toe, he firmly massaged the tips of her toes. The sharp edge of her silver toe ring pricked the skin of the adjacent toe.
"Ouch! Gently," Geeta winced softly.
"Sorry, Miss," Bharat whispered, immediately easing his pressure. He then carefully stretched her big toe and middle toe, before bending down and pressing a soft kiss to the toe adorned with the silver ring. A wave of unexpected ecstasy rippled through Geeta.
He brought her little finger to his lips, engulfing it with a soft suck. Geeta, still lost in the moment, offered a faint, blissful smile. He then drew her entire lower lip into his mouth, a tender pull.
"How do you feel doing this, Bharat?" Geeta whispered, her voice laced with a gentle curiosity.
Bharat's eyes met hers, a playful glint within them. "If you don't like it, just say the word, and I'll stop."
A soft laugh escaped her, and she remained silent, her smile widening. He returned the mischievous grin and returned to her hand, licking the delicate fold beneath her thumb. His tongue drifted lower, moving towards the arch of her sole. The unexpected tickle sent a jolt of pleasure through Geeta, her desire intensifying.
One by one, he sucked each of her toes before his cool tongue ascended her foot, tracing a path along the arch. A shiver ran through Geeta's body, and she felt herself melt into the moment. He continued his ascent, past her anklets, and onto her leg.
"Mmm... Bh... Bharat," she murmured, a soft hum of pleasure.
"Did you like it, Miss?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
"Mmm..." She hummed again, nodding her head in affirmation.
Instead of continuing upwards, his tongue traced a path along the underside of her leg, then retreated, finding her toes once more. He took her little finger into his mouth again, a gentle nip with his front teeth.
"Ah... don't bite," Geeta protested, though her tone lacked any real force.
He began to massage her sole, then turned his attention to her right leg, peppering it with kisses. He kissed her foot, licked her toes, massaged her sole, his fingers walking a sensual path upwards.
Bharat's nails lightly grazed her skin, sending delightful shivers through her. He moved further up, his hands finding the soft flesh behind her lower calves, squeezing firmly. Geeta's body trembled, her eyes closing in pure pleasure as she wiggled her legs.
"Mmm, Miss, don't move," Bharat murmured, his voice a low rumble.
"Mmm..." Geeta responded, her voice a soft sigh.
As his hands continued their journey, her saree subtly lifted, revealing her white legs to just below her knees. He gazed at them before passionately sucking her right toes, occasionally giving them a gentle nip, as if playfully nibbling on ginger.
"Hah... No, Bharat, don't do that," Geeta exclaimed, a breathless protest.
"Sorry, Miss, but I feel like eating your legs," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Crazy," she chuckled.
He bit her little finger harder this time.
"Ah..." Geeta gasped.
"How soft you are, Miss, especially this finger, mmm..." He bit her nail with his teeth, a sensation like an ant bite.
"Hah!" she breathed out.
He bent her feet, showering them with kisses, then moved upwards, his tongue pressing against her skin, continuing its ascent. Geeta watched, her hands instinctively moving to rest near her knees.
He passionately licked the milky white, soft skin of her leg, stopping just as his tongue reached her hands.
As Geeta squirmed, a playful attempt to push him away, he steadfastly, without retreating, kissed her right knee.
Geeta's body heat intensified. Her fingers found their way into Bharat's hair, stroking it gently before her grip tightened, and she pulled his head up, preventing him from kissing further. Bharat flinched at the pain of his hair being pulled, looking up at her.
Geeta shook her head, a silent 'no.' He looked down, his tongue firmly pressing against the bone below Geeta's left knee, licking upwards with an almost dog-like devotion.
Geeta's nerves tingled, a wave of intense pleasure washing over her. She moaned loudly. "Ah... Mmm..."
As Bharat began to move downwards, she instinctively pulled him back, a silent plea for him to continue licking that spot.
He obliged, licking again. She puckered her lips, swaying slightly, a continuous "Mmm" escaping her.
He kissed that bone, his nose nuzzling the soft flesh around it. Then he lowered his head, burying his face in the hollow behind her knee.
As his cool tongue danced in that delicate network of nerves, a wave of heat spread through Geeta's thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
She held her breath tightly, pressing both hands into the sofa, lifting her leg further. Bharat's forehead was now almost past the edge of her saree, approaching her thighs. At the same moment, Geeta felt something hard and hot brush against her left toes. Her toes instinctively pressed against it, exploring and massaging it. It was Bharat's glans, nestled between her two toes.
Driven by curiosity, and exhilarated by Bharat's ministrations, Geeta pressed her thumb against his glans, stroking downwards. The skin inside his pajamas slid down slightly, and Bharat felt a dizzying sensation, as if floating.
As he continued to kiss Geeta's leg, he passionately pressed his glans against her toes, swaying back and forth. It was perfectly wedged in Geeta's sole, rubbing against her toes, creating the desired friction.
“Ah…um…,” Bharath let out hot whisper.
A wave of heat washed over Geetha's feet, a raw, tingling sensation as Bharat alternated kissing them. A deep blush crept up her neck, leaving her flustered and a little breathless. "Bharat, that's enough!" she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.
"Why, Miss?" he drawled, his gaze unwavering.
"No, stop, let go!"
He released her feet, and Geetha, with a swift movement, pulled her saree down, covering them, and drew her legs close.
A damp warmth spread between her thighs, confirming her panties were wet.
Bharat settled on the floor, his eyes fixed on Geetha with an unsettling intensity. "Huh... why did you ask me to stop?"
"That's enough now," she repeated, her voice a little steadier. Yet, despite her best efforts, her gaze kept betraying her, drifting toward Bharat's crotch. He noticed.
He moved closer, sitting beside her, and gently placed his hand on her thigh, giving it a light squeeze. A shiver of pleasure ran through her.
"Miss," he began, his voice a low murmur, "can I see your waist?"
"No, Bharat, you shouldn't ask me that," she replied, a faint tremor in her voice.
"Then why did you come and stand next to me in class?"
Geetha hid her face, stealing a glance at his crotch from the corner of her eye. "That was just for fun."
"Miss, I saw your waist then."
"It's wrong," she countered, her voice firmer. "Didn't I tell you not to look at me like that?"
"If it was wrong, why did you deliberately come next to me? You know I look at you every day. Honestly, Miss, how beautiful your waist is."
"Hmm," Geetha hummed, a strange mix of discomfort and a subtle thrill coursing through her.
"Tell me," he pressed on, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "does Gautam Sir kiss your waist like I kissed your feet?"
The mere thought sent a jolt through Geetha, her thighs clenching involuntarily. Bharat was so close, his breath warm on her neck, his erection throbbing visibly against his pants. "No... he never did that."
Unable to restrain himself, he leaned in, burying his face in her neck.
Geetha, with a surge of strength, gripped his chin and pushed him away.
"Miss, do you know how intoxicating your scent is... that day when we played hide-and-seek, I went crazy."
"Chi, haven't you forgotten that yet?" she scoffed, though a part of her was intrigued.
"What's there to be disgusted about?"
"I don't know, you have all these crazy, weird thoughts."
"Honestly, Miss, sitting next to you like this and smelling your scent feels so good."
"Stop, Bharat, don't talk like that anymore."
He took her right hand, which had been resting on his face, and to her surprise, brought her index finger to his mouth, sucking on it. Geetha yanked her hand away instantly and, for the second time, slapped his cheek.
He caught the offending palm and kissed it. "Hmm... Miss, if you say you'll hit me with these hands instead of a stick in class, I'll take beating every day."
"Oh really?" Geetha retorted, a playful glint in her eye. "Let's see how many marks you get on Monday, then I'll tell you what I'll do."
"Haha... just watch, this time I'll get more than twenty."
"Oh ho, have you been studying well lately?"
"No, you're teaching me tuition, right?"
"Oh my, you've gotten quite talkative lately."
"Haha…."
"Day after tomorrow is Republica Day," Geetha said, shifting the topic, "and anyway, college is only half-day tomorrow. That's why there's no tuition tomorrow."
"What? No tuition, Miss?" he asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Why, do you want to come and study?" she teased, playfully slapping his cheek again.
"Miss, there's nothing to do at home, I'll come here. If you have any work, tell me, I'll do it."
She pulled her legs up, settling into a cross-legged position. "Anyway, there will be a lot of decoration work at college tomorrow."
He reached out, touching her left foot again, stroking her toes, and gently pulling her pinky toe. Geetha looked at him, a mix of desire and a feigned "no" in her eyes. He slipped his hand under the sole of her foot and squeezed her side, sending another jolt through her.
"Hey... didn't I tell you to stop?"
"How can you be so adorable, Miss?" he purred.
"That's what I'm seeing, your words are getting too much."
"Does Gautam Sir really kiss your waist?" he repeated, his persistence unwavering.
"Ugh, that question again."
"Tell me, Miss."
"He does?"
"Licking?"
"What do you mean by licking?" Geetha asked, a flicker of apprehension in her eyes as he moved even closer, his voice a low, intoxicating whisper.
"Today in class, your waist looked like a butter cake."
"Oh, so?"
"So Miss, can I, just once, your waist..."
Geetha's eyes widened in surprise. She pinched Bharat's bicep hard.
"Aaa... Miss!"
"Idiot, you have no shame asking me that."
"Oh, sorry, sorry, Miss, I just said what I felt, please forgive me."
"If I agree once, oh my, is this why you're coming for tuition?"
"Ah... no, no, Miss."
"Hmm....."
A strange truth settled over Geetha. She found herself enjoying Bharat's bold words, his blatant praise, a feeling that transcended the simple student-teacher dynamic. She secretly relished his compliments.
The empty evenings, once punctuated by a sense of incompleteness, now felt alive and engaging with Bharat's presence, his flirtatious banter, his daring touches, and her playful resistance.
Just then, Geetha's mother called.
While Geetha was on the phone, Bharat sat idly, his gaze fixed on her. When she gestured for him to study, threatening him with a look, he reluctantly turned to his books. After her call, Geetha came back and sat down, pinching Bharat's thigh, twisting her fingers into his skin.
"Ow... what's wrong, Miss? It's burning."
"Did you study?"
"Yes..."
"Give it to me, I'll ask you."
"You can ask me tomorrow."
"Oh my, will you study once you go home?"
"Where, Miss? If I try to study, only you come to mind."
She shot him an angry look.
"If you're next to me, so you'll clarify my doubts, right? Haha..."
Geetha felt a giggle bubble up, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Okay, I'm leaving, Miss."
"Ok."
He slung his bag over his shoulder, and as he reached the door, he turned back, a deliberate smile playing on his lips, his eyes locking with hers.
"What is it?"
"When will the extra class be again, Miss?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Geetha understood he was referring to the kisses. Despite her shyness, she feigned anger, rising from her seat and raising her hand as if to strike him, walking closer. "When? Come here, I'll tell you! You're getting too naughty!"
"Oh no, don't, Miss! Goodnight... Bye..." he quickly said, before turning and darting out the door.
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To be continued…….
"I'm giving a test today," Geetha announced, a playful warning in her voice. "If you don't do well, I'll deal with you in the evening."
Bharath grinned. "Okay, Miss. I'll do well; you made me study yesterday, right?"
"Hmm..." Geetha hummed, her expression unreadable. Their conversation was cut short as Harish approached from the other side, prompting Bharath to duck into the classroom.
Later, during the fourth period, Geetha entered the classroom. She announced a twenty-five-mark test, then turned to the board, writing five math problems for them to solve. As the room filled with the scratch of pens, Geetha patrolled the aisles, her gaze sweeping over the rows of benches.
Bharath, from his position in the 3rd row, seemed to be making his way through the problems. But as Geetha walked past him, moving from the front of the class to the back, he paused, leaning his head back ever so slightly. With a subtle movement, almost imperceptible to others, his eyes drifted downwards, lingering on Geetha's figure below her waist. The moment she turned her head towards him, he snapped his focus back to his paper, pen scratching diligently once more.
This silent ritual repeated itself three or four times. Harish, noticing Bharath's wandering attention, nudged him. "Write it down, pervert," he whispered, a hint of exasperation in his voice.
But Bharath, undeterred, looked again. This time, Geetha caught him. Her eyes widened, a silent, intimidating warning that made him drop his gaze for good.
To further tease him, Geetha moved to stand beside Bharath's desk, resting her hand casually on the bench. Her left side was now next to his head, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin, and as she leaned, the soft curve of her stomach, a smooth buttery bulge below her navel, pressed slightly against the folds of her saree.
Bharath's throat suddenly felt dry. His pupils dilated, drawn to the sight of her elegant waist.
A quiet chuckle escaped Geetha's lips. Playfully, she tapped him on the back of his head with her fingers. "Write properly," she chided, though her tone was light. "Did you even study yesterday?"
Harish laughed, and a ripple of laughter spread through the back benches. They assumed Geetha's playful tap was due to Bharath's supposed struggles with math, perhaps mistaking a plus sign for a minus. Bharath, feigning bewilderment, simply returned to his math problem as Geetha moved on.
That evening, the moment Bharat stepped into Geeta's house, he pulled a book from his bag, settled onto the sofa, and without a word, immersed himself in his social studies. Geeta, meanwhile, prepared two cups of tea, placing one on the teapoy for Bharat before gracefully taking her place beside him, sipping from her own cup.
Bharat continued to read, pausing only to drink his tea, while Geeta absently scrolled through her phone.
After a quiet interlude, she retrieved the test papers she'd administered earlier that day and began correcting them.
Occasionally, her gaze drifted to Bharat, who remained diligently engrossed in his book, not once looking up. A silent question formed in her mind: Why is he so quiet today?
Playfully, she pinched his cheek. He merely turned a page, still absorbed and seemingly sulking, without so much as a flicker of reaction.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she finally prompted.
"I'm not talking to you," Bharat mumbled, his eyes still fixed on the page. "I'm not even coming to tuition anymore."
"Oh, why the sulk?" Geeta teased gently.
"Why did you hit me in class?" he blurted out, a hint of indignation in his voice. "Everyone laughed."
"And I shouldn't hit my student?" Geeta retorted, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You did something wrong, that's why I hit you."
"Even so, I'm not talking to you," he insisted, though his resolve seemed to waver.
"Fine, don't talk," she conceded, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"You made a mistake too," Bharat declared, finally looking up from his book.
"Oh, really? What is it?" she challenged.
"What did you say the other day?"
"Huh? What did I say?" Geeta feigned ignorance.
"You said I could kiss your feet again tomorrow. But it's been two days, and it hasn't happened again."
"Oh, is that why?" A knowing smile touched Geeta's lips. She gently placed her hand on Bharat's arm and turned his face towards her. "But you were studying yesterday and the day before, right? If you did that, it would take up all your time."
"Hmm..." Bharat mumbled, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.
"Anyway, why do you feel like doing that to my feet?" she asked, her voice softer now.
"You said you liked it, Miss."
"Oh, yes..." she murmured, her gaze distant for a moment.
"Just once today too," he pleaded, his eyes earnest.
"No, study," Geeta firmly replied.
"Please, Miss, just once. I'll stop if you tell me to."
"No, feet are dusty."
"No, they're not!" he protested, pushing himself off the sofa. "You just washed them a while ago. Look how soft they are. Please, Miss."
"Aren't you going to listen?" Geeta asked, though a hint of resignation crept into her voice.
"Just once, then I'll study," he promised.
He knelt down, his small hands gently enclosing her left foot. Geeta watched him in silence. Bharat's fingers, cool to the touch, delicately squeezed her big toe from underneath. Twisting the toe, he firmly massaged the tips of her toes. The sharp edge of her silver toe ring pricked the skin of the adjacent toe.
"Ouch! Gently," Geeta winced softly.
"Sorry, Miss," Bharat whispered, immediately easing his pressure. He then carefully stretched her big toe and middle toe, before bending down and pressing a soft kiss to the toe adorned with the silver ring. A wave of unexpected ecstasy rippled through Geeta.
He brought her little finger to his lips, engulfing it with a soft suck. Geeta, still lost in the moment, offered a faint, blissful smile. He then drew her entire lower lip into his mouth, a tender pull.
"How do you feel doing this, Bharat?" Geeta whispered, her voice laced with a gentle curiosity.
Bharat's eyes met hers, a playful glint within them. "If you don't like it, just say the word, and I'll stop."
A soft laugh escaped her, and she remained silent, her smile widening. He returned the mischievous grin and returned to her hand, licking the delicate fold beneath her thumb. His tongue drifted lower, moving towards the arch of her sole. The unexpected tickle sent a jolt of pleasure through Geeta, her desire intensifying.
One by one, he sucked each of her toes before his cool tongue ascended her foot, tracing a path along the arch. A shiver ran through Geeta's body, and she felt herself melt into the moment. He continued his ascent, past her anklets, and onto her leg.
"Mmm... Bh... Bharat," she murmured, a soft hum of pleasure.
"Did you like it, Miss?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
"Mmm..." She hummed again, nodding her head in affirmation.
Instead of continuing upwards, his tongue traced a path along the underside of her leg, then retreated, finding her toes once more. He took her little finger into his mouth again, a gentle nip with his front teeth.
"Ah... don't bite," Geeta protested, though her tone lacked any real force.
He began to massage her sole, then turned his attention to her right leg, peppering it with kisses. He kissed her foot, licked her toes, massaged her sole, his fingers walking a sensual path upwards.
Bharat's nails lightly grazed her skin, sending delightful shivers through her. He moved further up, his hands finding the soft flesh behind her lower calves, squeezing firmly. Geeta's body trembled, her eyes closing in pure pleasure as she wiggled her legs.
"Mmm, Miss, don't move," Bharat murmured, his voice a low rumble.
"Mmm..." Geeta responded, her voice a soft sigh.
As his hands continued their journey, her saree subtly lifted, revealing her white legs to just below her knees. He gazed at them before passionately sucking her right toes, occasionally giving them a gentle nip, as if playfully nibbling on ginger.
"Hah... No, Bharat, don't do that," Geeta exclaimed, a breathless protest.
"Sorry, Miss, but I feel like eating your legs," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Crazy," she chuckled.
He bit her little finger harder this time.
"Ah..." Geeta gasped.
"How soft you are, Miss, especially this finger, mmm..." He bit her nail with his teeth, a sensation like an ant bite.
"Hah!" she breathed out.
He bent her feet, showering them with kisses, then moved upwards, his tongue pressing against her skin, continuing its ascent. Geeta watched, her hands instinctively moving to rest near her knees.
He passionately licked the milky white, soft skin of her leg, stopping just as his tongue reached her hands.
As Geeta squirmed, a playful attempt to push him away, he steadfastly, without retreating, kissed her right knee.
Geeta's body heat intensified. Her fingers found their way into Bharat's hair, stroking it gently before her grip tightened, and she pulled his head up, preventing him from kissing further. Bharat flinched at the pain of his hair being pulled, looking up at her.
Geeta shook her head, a silent 'no.' He looked down, his tongue firmly pressing against the bone below Geeta's left knee, licking upwards with an almost dog-like devotion.
Geeta's nerves tingled, a wave of intense pleasure washing over her. She moaned loudly. "Ah... Mmm..."
As Bharat began to move downwards, she instinctively pulled him back, a silent plea for him to continue licking that spot.
He obliged, licking again. She puckered her lips, swaying slightly, a continuous "Mmm" escaping her.
He kissed that bone, his nose nuzzling the soft flesh around it. Then he lowered his head, burying his face in the hollow behind her knee.
As his cool tongue danced in that delicate network of nerves, a wave of heat spread through Geeta's thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
She held her breath tightly, pressing both hands into the sofa, lifting her leg further. Bharat's forehead was now almost past the edge of her saree, approaching her thighs. At the same moment, Geeta felt something hard and hot brush against her left toes. Her toes instinctively pressed against it, exploring and massaging it. It was Bharat's glans, nestled between her two toes.
Driven by curiosity, and exhilarated by Bharat's ministrations, Geeta pressed her thumb against his glans, stroking downwards. The skin inside his pajamas slid down slightly, and Bharat felt a dizzying sensation, as if floating.
As he continued to kiss Geeta's leg, he passionately pressed his glans against her toes, swaying back and forth. It was perfectly wedged in Geeta's sole, rubbing against her toes, creating the desired friction.
“Ah…um…,” Bharath let out hot whisper.
A wave of heat washed over Geetha's feet, a raw, tingling sensation as Bharat alternated kissing them. A deep blush crept up her neck, leaving her flustered and a little breathless. "Bharat, that's enough!" she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.
"Why, Miss?" he drawled, his gaze unwavering.
"No, stop, let go!"
He released her feet, and Geetha, with a swift movement, pulled her saree down, covering them, and drew her legs close.
A damp warmth spread between her thighs, confirming her panties were wet.
Bharat settled on the floor, his eyes fixed on Geetha with an unsettling intensity. "Huh... why did you ask me to stop?"
"That's enough now," she repeated, her voice a little steadier. Yet, despite her best efforts, her gaze kept betraying her, drifting toward Bharat's crotch. He noticed.
He moved closer, sitting beside her, and gently placed his hand on her thigh, giving it a light squeeze. A shiver of pleasure ran through her.
"Miss," he began, his voice a low murmur, "can I see your waist?"
"No, Bharat, you shouldn't ask me that," she replied, a faint tremor in her voice.
"Then why did you come and stand next to me in class?"
Geetha hid her face, stealing a glance at his crotch from the corner of her eye. "That was just for fun."
"Miss, I saw your waist then."
"It's wrong," she countered, her voice firmer. "Didn't I tell you not to look at me like that?"
"If it was wrong, why did you deliberately come next to me? You know I look at you every day. Honestly, Miss, how beautiful your waist is."
"Hmm," Geetha hummed, a strange mix of discomfort and a subtle thrill coursing through her.
"Tell me," he pressed on, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "does Gautam Sir kiss your waist like I kissed your feet?"
The mere thought sent a jolt through Geetha, her thighs clenching involuntarily. Bharat was so close, his breath warm on her neck, his erection throbbing visibly against his pants. "No... he never did that."
Unable to restrain himself, he leaned in, burying his face in her neck.
Geetha, with a surge of strength, gripped his chin and pushed him away.
"Miss, do you know how intoxicating your scent is... that day when we played hide-and-seek, I went crazy."
"Chi, haven't you forgotten that yet?" she scoffed, though a part of her was intrigued.
"What's there to be disgusted about?"
"I don't know, you have all these crazy, weird thoughts."
"Honestly, Miss, sitting next to you like this and smelling your scent feels so good."
"Stop, Bharat, don't talk like that anymore."
He took her right hand, which had been resting on his face, and to her surprise, brought her index finger to his mouth, sucking on it. Geetha yanked her hand away instantly and, for the second time, slapped his cheek.
He caught the offending palm and kissed it. "Hmm... Miss, if you say you'll hit me with these hands instead of a stick in class, I'll take beating every day."
"Oh really?" Geetha retorted, a playful glint in her eye. "Let's see how many marks you get on Monday, then I'll tell you what I'll do."
"Haha... just watch, this time I'll get more than twenty."
"Oh ho, have you been studying well lately?"
"No, you're teaching me tuition, right?"
"Oh my, you've gotten quite talkative lately."
"Haha…."
"Day after tomorrow is Republica Day," Geetha said, shifting the topic, "and anyway, college is only half-day tomorrow. That's why there's no tuition tomorrow."
"What? No tuition, Miss?" he asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Why, do you want to come and study?" she teased, playfully slapping his cheek again.
"Miss, there's nothing to do at home, I'll come here. If you have any work, tell me, I'll do it."
She pulled her legs up, settling into a cross-legged position. "Anyway, there will be a lot of decoration work at college tomorrow."
He reached out, touching her left foot again, stroking her toes, and gently pulling her pinky toe. Geetha looked at him, a mix of desire and a feigned "no" in her eyes. He slipped his hand under the sole of her foot and squeezed her side, sending another jolt through her.
"Hey... didn't I tell you to stop?"
"How can you be so adorable, Miss?" he purred.
"That's what I'm seeing, your words are getting too much."
"Does Gautam Sir really kiss your waist?" he repeated, his persistence unwavering.
"Ugh, that question again."
"Tell me, Miss."
"He does?"
"Licking?"
"What do you mean by licking?" Geetha asked, a flicker of apprehension in her eyes as he moved even closer, his voice a low, intoxicating whisper.
"Today in class, your waist looked like a butter cake."
"Oh, so?"
"So Miss, can I, just once, your waist..."
Geetha's eyes widened in surprise. She pinched Bharat's bicep hard.
"Aaa... Miss!"
"Idiot, you have no shame asking me that."
"Oh, sorry, sorry, Miss, I just said what I felt, please forgive me."
"If I agree once, oh my, is this why you're coming for tuition?"
"Ah... no, no, Miss."
"Hmm....."
A strange truth settled over Geetha. She found herself enjoying Bharat's bold words, his blatant praise, a feeling that transcended the simple student-teacher dynamic. She secretly relished his compliments.
The empty evenings, once punctuated by a sense of incompleteness, now felt alive and engaging with Bharat's presence, his flirtatious banter, his daring touches, and her playful resistance.
Just then, Geetha's mother called.
While Geetha was on the phone, Bharat sat idly, his gaze fixed on her. When she gestured for him to study, threatening him with a look, he reluctantly turned to his books. After her call, Geetha came back and sat down, pinching Bharat's thigh, twisting her fingers into his skin.
"Ow... what's wrong, Miss? It's burning."
"Did you study?"
"Yes..."
"Give it to me, I'll ask you."
"You can ask me tomorrow."
"Oh my, will you study once you go home?"
"Where, Miss? If I try to study, only you come to mind."
She shot him an angry look.
"If you're next to me, so you'll clarify my doubts, right? Haha..."
Geetha felt a giggle bubble up, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Okay, I'm leaving, Miss."
"Ok."
He slung his bag over his shoulder, and as he reached the door, he turned back, a deliberate smile playing on his lips, his eyes locking with hers.
"What is it?"
"When will the extra class be again, Miss?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Geetha understood he was referring to the kisses. Despite her shyness, she feigned anger, rising from her seat and raising her hand as if to strike him, walking closer. "When? Come here, I'll tell you! You're getting too naughty!"
"Oh no, don't, Miss! Goodnight... Bye..." he quickly said, before turning and darting out the door.
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To be continued…….
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