Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The next morning, at precisely six, the tenth-grade students were already settled in the bus parked in front of the college, a collective hum of anticipation filling the air. They awaited their teachers, though Geetha, Diwakar (the English teacher), and Ramya were conspicuously not reached yet. 


Inside, a familiar divide prevailed: girls on right side, boys on the other, the back row entirely commandeered by the male contingent.

Bharat and Harish boarded, heading straight for the last seat, claiming the right window. Their strategic choice was clear: Priyanka, Vandana, and Chandana occupied the row directly in front. Bharat leaned forward, his face close to Chandana's headrest, and a delicate jasmine scent, likely from her hair spray, wafted towards him.

“Chandu, do you use hair spray?” Bharat asked.

“Yes, I do,” Chandana replied.

“It smells nice,” he complimented, and a blush crept onto her cheeks as she smiled.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, did you bring water?”

Chandana reached for her bag, but Vandana interjected, stopping her. “No need. If they drink it all, what will we have left?”

Harish chimed in, “Oh, we’ll have more when we get there, just give it to them.”

Bharat pressed, “Yeah, please, Vandana, if you have it, why not give it?”

Chandana tried to hand the bottle to Bharat, but Vandana held on. “Don’t give it; they’ll drink it all. Anyway, who asked you to wander around everywhere, coming late?”

“It’s okay, Akka,” Chandana said softly.

“Let go,” Harish insisted.

Just then, Geetha arrived, stepping onto the bus. Harish nudged Bharat. “Geetha Miss is here.”

Bharat quickly looked up. Geetha, radiant in a light yellow saree, a small bag clutched in her hand, and a fresh rose nestled in her braid, moved towards the center of the bus.

Anil called out, “Geetha, go sit next to Vandana in that last seat. Priyanka, you come and sit in the front.”

As Geetha walked towards Vandana’s seat as instructed, Harish was mid-drink, while Bharat’s gaze devoured her from head to toe. She truly looked like an Apsara. As she drew nearer, a chorus of “Good Morning” filled the air.

Geetha settled next to Chandana. Bharat rose, handed the water bottle to Chandana, and then, leaning between Geetha and Chandana, brought his face close to Chandana’s ear. The intoxicating scent of Geetha’s rose, however, further disoriented him. In a daze, he softly whispered “Thanks” near Chandana’s ear.

Chandana beamed. Bharat then leaned back, his nose brushing against Geetha’s rose. 

Geetha noticed, a faint blush warming her own cheeks.

The bus lurched forward, and their journey truly began. The students chatted cheerfully, their voices blending into a happy buzz. It was nearly 9:20 AM when the bus finally pulled to a stop at a dhaba.

Anil addressed the students, “Children, listen up, everyone must stay in one place. Eat whatever you want, but don’t make noise.”

Everyone disembarked, settling onto the benches in front of the dhaba. Tiffins were served, and they began to eat. Geetha joined Vandana’s group. Seeing this, Harish, Bharat, and Vikas chose the opposite bench.

“Bharat, did he tell you?” Vikas asked.

“What?” Bharat replied, his eyes still on Geetha as he ate.

“This guy and Vandana went to the first show yesterday,” Vikas revealed.

Bharat was shocked. He turned to Harish. “Really?”

“Yeah…” Vikas confirmed.

“He goes to movies, then comes home and studies,” Bharat grumbled. “We’re the ones who have to play pubg games when he calls in the middle of the night.”

“Exactly, right?” Harish retorted. “Oh, so you’re not studying at all then? We’re disturbing you. Vikas, did you see his test marks the other day? Has his face ever crossed twenty? He got 21 the other day. What are you doing, are you studying in the middle of the night?”

“So I shouldn’t study?” Bharat scoffed.

“Still, Bharat, you’re suddenly studying so well,” Vikas pressed. “Are you going to tuition?”

Bharat didn't want to tell them he was attending tuition. Even if Harish didn’t come along, Vikas would certainly insist on joining, and Bharat didn't want anything to come between him and Geetha. “No,” he said simply.

“Alright, dude, shall we drink a cold drink?” Harish suggested.

“No way, man, if your dad finds out, he’ll scold you,” Bharat dismissed the idea.

Harish glanced around, spotting a tea stall across the road. “Hey, there’s a tea stall there. Let’s go drink some.”

“Why, dude?” Vikas countered. “If anyone sees us, they’ll come too, and it’ll be a scene.”

Just then, Anil called Harish. As Harish walked away, Vikas slid into the chair next to Bharat, leaning closer. “Why are you looking at Geetha Miss like that?”

“It’s nothing,” Bharat mumbled.

“Tell me, I won’t tell anyone,” Vikas coaxed.

“Let it go.”

“Dude, listen to me. Miss is sitting right in front of us. You like her, right? Let’s do something.”

“What, no…?” Bharat asked, intrigued despite himself.

After eating, everyone resumed their journey. On the bus, Bharat’s gaze remained fixed on Geetha. Vikas noticed and questioned, and Harish, overhearing, couldn’t resist commenting on Bharat’s obvious crush.

“He’s crazy, man,” Harish declared. “He even stares at the teacher in class.”

“Bharat, you act like such an innocent fool,” Vikas teased, “you have so many stories?”

“Shut up, I told you it’s nothing,” Bharat retorted, a blush creeping up his neck.

Kaushik, seated in the last row, saw their hushed conversation and inquired about it. Vikas simply replied that it was nothing.

Time melted away with shared chatter, and at last, they reached their destination. As everyone disembarked in a line, Vikas and Bharat waited for Geetha to step off first. Bharat then moved forward, positioning himself directly behind her. Suddenly, Vikas had an idea. 

He lifted his foot and deliberately stepped behind Bharat’s shoe. Unable to lift his foot, Bharat stumbled forward, falling straight into Geetha. Not knowing what to grasp, his right hand instinctively gripped the railing, while his left hand, without conscious thought, found its way to Geetha’s waist.

As Bharat’s fingers pressed firmly into her soft buttery waist, a jolt coursed through Geetha’s nerves, twisting them. A small sound of pain escaped her lips, “Aah…”

Startled, Bharat quickly released her. Behind him, Vikas chuckled, and Harish joined in. 

Vikas whispered something in Harish’s ear.

“Hey, why are you helping him?” Harish asked, surprised.

Turning back, Vikas replied, “It’s okay, dude, he likes her, let’s give him a chance.”

Geetha, despite the suddenness, quite liked the sensation of Bharat pressing against her. But falling like that, especially in front of everyone, and for the second time, prompted her to turn back and scold him angrily. “Stupid! What’s wrong with you? Can’t you stand properly?”

“Sorry, Miss, Vikas stepped on my shoe, I slipped,” Bharat explained quickly.

“Hmm… alright, alright,” Geetha conceded, and walked forward. Both boys followed behind her.

After disembarking, Vandana and Chandana came up right behind them. Everyone stood before the path leading to the waterfall.

Diwakar addressed the group, “Everyone needs to be careful and stay in one place. Boys, don’t mess around; behave in manners. If anyone thinks of going here and there, just go home now. Okay?”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Anil continued, “From here, two by two, hold hands. The path we’re taking is all trees, and the path isn’t proper. Hold each other’s hands and walk.”

Everyone quickly paired up. Vikas, Kaushik, and Bharat, however, held hands in a group of three. And so, they set off. They walked, looking around at the lush surroundings. After about half a kilometer, they encountered an uneven patch of ground. Everyone climbed the small incline with some difficulty.

“How much further, Sir?” Harish asked.

“We need to go another kilometer,” Diwakar replied.

Priyanka complained to Vandana, “What is this, Vandana? How will we walk all the way there? It would have been good if there was a bus until there.”

Surrounded by rolling hills, with the sun beating down overhead, they looked ahead to a distant expanse of trees that formed a dense jungle. They had to traverse it. As they walked, a collective weariness settled over the children.

They sat under a tree for a brief respite. Vikas, Bharat, Harish, and Kaushik found themselves next to Ganesh, the computer teacher, whose attention seemed fixed on Ramya. Harish glanced at Ganesh, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Ganesh, however, remained oblivious.

“Ew… Sir, you’re eyeing Ramya Miss even here, huh…?” Harish whispered, unable to resist.

“Shut up!” Ganesh hissed back. “Will you tell everyone and ruin my reputation?”

“Oops, Sir, sorry,” Harish quickly apologized.

Resuming their walk, Geetha and Ramya led the way, with Vikas and Bharat trailing behind them. Kaushik had separated from their group. The path, narrow among the trees, made it impossible to walk hand-in-hand in a group of three. Bharat and Vikas also let go of their hands and walked individually. Bharat sped up a bit, positioning himself just one step behind Geetha.

The ground beneath their feet was treacherous, strewn with leaves, and as they progressed, the unevenness increased. Geetha’s sandal snagged on something, and she began to stumble sideways. Bharat, quick as a flash, stepped forward, his hands once again finding her waist and shoulder, steadying her.

Though Geetha felt a wave of discomfort, Bharat’s touch ignited a subtle spark within her. He looked into her eyes, then took her hand, helping her regain her footing. “Watch out, Miss,” he said.

“Thanks, Bharat,” Geetha replied.

Her handbag had fallen. He picked it up, dusted it off, and handed it back to her. Geetha offered a faint smile and walked on, resuming her conversation with Ramya.

“Your luck is good, dude,” Vikas whispered to Bharat.

“I’m scared, and then there’s you,” Bharat confessed, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

Vikas started to walk a bit faster, but Bharat held his hand, slowing him down. “Walk slowly, man.”

“Oh, why? Alright,” Vikas agreed.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Bharat cautioned.

“No, no, why would I tell?” Vikas promised.

After a short distance, the path opened into a meadow-like area, and everyone walked briskly. Going further, they reached a considerable height. There, nestled in a valley below their vantage point, lay the waterfall. 

Everyone was awestruck, though a small doubt lingered for some.

“Anil Sir, how do we get there now?” Kaushik asked.

“We have to go down, but it’s a bit difficult,” Anil explained.

Priyanka complained to Ramya, “What is this, Miss? They brought us to a place like this. Now I’m scared to go down.”

“We have no choice, Priya,” Ramya reasoned. “To see such beauties, you have to put in some effort.”

Diwakar suggested, “Ladies, there’s another path that’s less steep. Anil Sir, you, Kaushik, and Bharat go with them as escorts.”

Bharat looked at the path to the west; it seemed far away, and he calculated that going all the way around would take too long. “Sir, instead of going all the way around, isn’t it enough if we go down carefully from here?”

“That’s not it, Bharat,” Diwakar countered. “They’re ladies, right? They’ll have trouble with such a steep slope. If they slip, look how deep it is.”

Ramya interjected, “It’s okay, Sir, we can go down. We’ll be with you too, right?” They just wanted to get down first.

Ganesh instructed, “Everyone, be careful and look down as you descend. If you’re scared, wait for the people behind you to come.” 

With that, he began to descend himself.

The path was challenging; the waterfall’s flow had carved out a canal-like structure, creating a valley. To reach the waterfall, one had to walk along the edges of this natural canal, which were littered with rocky debris and, more concerningly, slippery rocks. While not excessively slick, the sight of it for the first time was enough to make the more timid hesitant to descend.

Nevertheless, following Ganesh’s lead, the girls descended in pairs. Behind them came Diwakar, Anil, some of the boys, and then two other teachers. After these two, Ramya, Geetha, Vikas, and Harish followed. 

Initially, the descent wasn’t too difficult; they covered some ground easily. Then, from a height, a large, vertical step appeared. The adults sat and descended, and behind them, Bharat and Vikas jumped down. Seeing this, Geetha became alarmed. She snapped at them, her voice sharp with concern.

“Hey! I told you so nicely, and still what are these monkey tricks of yours? If you fall and break a leg or an arm, what answer will we give your parents?”

Both boys, chastened, lowered their faces. Harish chuckled behind them, then slowly sat down and descended the step. “That’s why I say, don’t climb too high, idiots.”

After a few more steps, the path became very narrow, making it difficult to walk along the edges. Ramya started to feel scared. She stopped.

“What happened, why did you stop?” Anil asked.

“Oh, I’m scared, Sir,” Ramya confessed.

“It’s nothing, ma’am, come on,” Anil encouraged. “Hold onto that rock and watch your step.” Still, Ramya was paralyzed by fear and couldn’t take another step.

Meanwhile, Vikas and the others had caught up. “What happened?” Geetha asked.

“That…” Ramya stammered.

Geetha saw and understood Ramya’s fear. Vikas also noticed. He passed Geetha and came forward. “Miss, hold my hand and walk, it’ll be fine.”

Ramya held Vikas’s hand and stepped forward. Vikas walked very close, his head behind Ramya’s.

Geetha also felt a slight tremor of fear and was deep in thought. Bharat saw her hesitation. 

“Miss, are you scared too?” he asked, a playful smirk on his face.

Harish and Bharat both laughed.

Geetha wasn’t outwardly showing her fear, but her restless hand-rubbing and her watchful stance betrayed her. “No, I’m just trying to figure out how to go.”

“Miss, take off your sandals,” Bharat suggested. “I think they’ll slip.”

This seemed like a good idea, so she took off her sandals.

“Give them to me, Miss, I’ll hold them,” Bharat offered.

“No, Bharat, how can you hold my sandals?” Geetha protested.

“It’s okay, Miss, give them,” he insisted. “You walk carefully.” Saying that, he took her sandals. Geetha held her saree up with one hand and walked forward. Bharat and Harish followed behind.

Geetha struggled but managed to walk some distance. In the middle, another steep appeared. There, she too became scared, just like Ramya. Bharat descended first. Geetha sat on the edge of the height.

“Jump, Miss,” Bharat called up to her.

“Oohu.. no,” Geetha replied, shaking her head. Her feet were more than four feet above the ground, and she was terrified to jump from that height.

“It’s okay, Miss, Bharat will hold your hands,” Harish assured her.

“Hmm,” Bharat confirmed, moving closer to Geetha.

Geetha still moved forward hesitantly, but the fear of jumping remained. Not knowing what else to do, Bharat placed his hands on her waist on both sides. Another jolt went through Geetha. She closed her eyes. Bharat pulled her, and she immediately fell into him. Her boob pressed against his chest like cotton balls. Her braid fell onto Bharat’s shoulder. His lips brushed against Geetha’s ear, and in that fleeting moment, he kissed her ear. “Slowly, Miss,” he whispered.

Harish, witnessing the scene, thought, “Damn his luck.”

Geetha felt a surge of shyness and embarrassment, a warm flush rising to her cheeks. 

Bharat’s fingers grazed her lower back as he walked behind her, sending shivers down her spine. She twisted slightly. Then he took his hand away.

“Thanks, Bharat…” she said, flashing a small, mischievous smile.

Seeing the smile on Geetha’s lips, an idea sparked in Bharat’s mind. “Harish, you go first, we’ll come slowly behind.”

Harish went forward. Bharat was now directly behind Geetha. Harish looked back and saw Bharat, who signaled him to keep going. He even put his hands together in a namaste gesture, as if to request, “Okay, he’s asking for something,” Harish thought, and quickened his pace. After going a little further, there was another uneven area. Harish continued without paying attention to them. No one was behind them. Geetha and Bharat were the last ones, and no one else would be coming from that side either.

Bharat held Geetha’s left hand and stopped her. She looked back suspiciously, wondering what was happening, and shook her head vertically.

“Stop, Miss, please,” Bharat requested.

“Why?” Geetha asked.

“I’ll tell you,” he said, looking ahead to ensure Harish was truly gone. Harish had indeed disappeared far down the path.

Surrounded by trees, with a valley to their left and another three steps to the right leading to the uneven terrain, there was just enough space to stop and talk. Geetha looked directly at Bharat, a suspicious glint in her eyes, wondering why he had asked her to stop.

“Miss, you look so lovely in this saree,” Bharat said, his voice soft.

Geetha placed her hands on her waist, pouting slightly. “Starting again?”

“It’s true, Miss… I mean,” Bharat insisted.

“Come on, Bharat, let’s go,” Geetha urged, a hint of impatience in her voice.

“Miss, stop.”

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Last night, 

Bharat's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself resting on Geetha's shoulder.

"Miss, if you promise not to scold me..." Bharat began, his voice a hesitant murmur.

"Tell me," Geetha replied softly.

"I was lying on you like this," he continued, a touch of apprehension in his tone. "I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"

Geetha's fingers playfully pinched his cheek. "No, Bharat," she reassured him.

"Miss, we're friends, right? I mean, here?" he clarified, glancing around.

"Hmm," Geetha hummed in agreement.

"Miss, I have a small request, but I'm scared of what you might say." He shifted, a nervous energy radiating from him.

"Just tell me first, Bharat," she encouraged.

Fearing her potential anger, he moved a little distance away. "Miss, your... your... neck is very nice... ca... can I give it a kiss?" He looked down, tapping his feet, his gaze fixed on the ground.

"Come here..." Geetha invited, a hint of a smile in her voice.

"I'll come if you don't hit me, Miss," he pleaded.

"No, come..." she repeated.

He shuffled closer, his legs still trembling. Geetha smiled, then moved her braid to her right side, revealing the soft curve of her left neck to Bharat. "Come..."

"No, Miss, sorry," he stammered, his resolve wavering.

"Come..." she insisted gently.

Still trembling, he moved even closer, his face finding the gentle hollow of her neck. Her warm breath, a soft caress against his skin, ignited a thrill within Geetha. His lips pursed, quivering slightly. Leaning forward, he timidly pressed them against the delicate skin at the edge of her neck's curve.

The moment his lips met her skin, a sudden, subtle tremor spread through Geetha. Her right hand, seemingly of its own accord, cupped Bharat's cheeks. He gave another kiss, and Geetha felt a surge of desire she could barely control.

"Mmm..." she whispered, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

He pulled back abruptly, but Geetha's hand held his face, pulling him back once more. A bead of sweat, glistening on her forehead, rolled down and came to rest just below her ear. He touched his lips to that glistening drop on the bone below her ear.

"Mm..." Geetha sighed.

He drew it into his mouth, tasting it, a small sound of contentment escaping him.

"Naughty fellow," she murmured, a playful accusation in her voice.

He took Geetha's hand, placing her index finger in his mouth, and began to suck on it gently. Geetha watched him, her eyes narrowed, a blush spreading across her cheeks, and a tremor playing on her lips.

"Umm... your fingers also feel so tasty for some reason," Bharat mumbled, his eyes still on her finger.

Geetha could hold back no longer. A single word, an invitation, slipped from her lips. "Bharat, if you want, you can always kiss my neck."

Bharat was stunned, wondering if what he heard was real or a figment of his imagination. "What, Miss?"

Geetha, taking his chin in her hand, pulled him close to her neck. "Yes, Bharat, you like it, right? Do it."

He responded with another kiss below Geetha's ear. He instinctively placed his hand on her waist again, but Geetha gently, almost imperceptibly, stopped him. Breathing warmly into her ear, he whispered, "Thanks, Miss."

"It's okay," she replied softly.

He leaned in for another kiss.

"Iss... that's enough, Bharat, now go," Geetha said, a hint of playful exasperation in her tone.

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Now, 

"For what?" Geetha asked, a curious glint in her eye.

"Miss, what did you say yesterday?" Bharat pressed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"What did I say?" she feigned ignorance.

"Miss, just one kiss, Miss," he coaxed.

"Uh-uh, no, Bharat," she refused, though her gaze held a hint of amusement.

"Miss, just one, you said it yourself, right?" he persisted.

"What are you doing? What if someone sees us? It's not good," she whispered, glancing around nervously.

He took a step forward, leaning into Geetha, burying his face in the hair near her neck. 

With his nose, he gently nudged her braid aside and pressed his lips into the curve of her neck.

"Mmm..." Geetha moaned softly.

Geetha instinctively stepped back, her movement leading her to a large rock. Bharat, holding her shoulder, stopped her retreat and gently leaned her back against the rough surface of the rock.

"Let's go," she whispered, a hint of breathlessness in her voice.

He bit her below the ear, a gentle nip, then took it into his mouth, sucking deliciously.

"Iss... Ah...." Geetha gasped, a tremor running through her.

"Miss, do you know how beautiful you are?" Bharat whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Since I saw you this morning, my mind hasn't been working."

"Bharat, you're going too far," she said, though her words lacked conviction.

He placed his right hand on the left side of her waist, stroking her from front to back. 

Geetha's body tingled in response. He kissed her behind her neck, then brought his right hand around her back, snaking it upwards, grabbing her hair, and pressing himself deeper into her neck.

"Oh, Miss, your scent is driving me crazy," Bharat murmured, his voice husky.

As he rubbed his nose into the curves of her neck, gently poking and breathing warmly, Geetha was overcome with ecstasy. She wrapped her arms around Bharat, hugging him tightly. His index finger traced her back, then, in a bold move, he brought the bead of sweat clinging to it to his mouth, right in front of Geetha's eyes, and sucked it.

Geetha was overwhelmed with shyness, turning her face away.

"Miss, you're okay, right?" Bharat asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Uh..." she managed, a soft sound.

Bending down, he buried his nose near her left armpit. Geetha felt a jolt of discomfort, a sudden worry about what he might do next. She grabbed Bharat's hair and pulled his head back.

"Let's go, Bharat," she urged.

He kissed the soft fold of her armpit, and she trembled in response.

"Ah... Sh...." she gasped.

"Miss, tell me if your legs hurt," he offered.

"Move," she insisted, pushing him gently.

Just then, Bharat's bladder swelled, and he could hold his urine no longer. Finally, letting go of Geetha, he said, "Miss, stay here. I need to pee. We'll go after I'm back." With that, he dashed behind a tree. He unzipped his pants, and though his bladder was full, it was hard and wouldn't come out easily because of erected dick. He took a deep breath, and then, finally, he peed.

After zipping up and turning around, he saw Geetha behind another tree on the opposite side. Seeing that Bharat had spotted her, she startled, turned away, and quickly returned to their previous spot. Bharat didn't ask anything when he returned. He simply took Geetha's hand and led her past the area where she had been.

As they walked, a question formed in Bharat's mind. Why did Geetha come there? Was she alone and scared and came to that side, or did she want to see his, after he put his hand on her the other day? Did she see or not? Is that why she's silent?

Finally, everyone reached the waterfall, a grand spectacle cascading down a deep gorge. After descending, the water seemed to fall from an immense height. All the students were already beneath the cascading water, getting drenched, their shouts and screams echoing through the air as they played.



Just then, Geetha and Ramya stepped under the refreshing flow. As the white saree clung to Ramya's form, her large, round breasts became enticingly prominent, drawing the gazes of all the boys. Her inner bra was visible through the wet fabric, and her nipples, hardened by the cold water, appeared larger, driving the boys to distraction. 

On the other side, Geetha, glistening in the water, looked like a mermaid, a creature of ethereal beauty. 

Harish, Bharat, and Kaushik, upon seeing Geetha, felt their bodies grow warm, and they instinctively rubbed their manhood within the water.

Geetha stood beneath the waterfall, playing with Vandana and Priyanka. When she raised her hands, her ripe, mango-like boobs, encased in the yellow saree, swayed provocatively. The water cascading over her head streamed down her neck. As she clasped her hands together, the two mounds collided, creating a tantalizing dark shadow in the white cleavage, illuminated by the sunlight, making it hard for the three boys to breathe.

Bharat's gaze swept over Geetha from bottom to top. The end of her saree, thoroughly wet, clung to her waist, revealing half of her midriff. Her moon-white lower back formed small creases with every movement, and water streamed over those delicate folds. Bharat watched, unblinking, feeling his body heat up despite the cool water surrounding him.

Geetha turned to the side, and as she did, the saree below became tucked between her buttocks, the two rounded mounds alluringly driving them crazy.

"What a figure, yaar!" Kaushik exclaimed, his voice hushed with awe. "Her husband probably wouldn't be satisfied even if he screwed her for life time."

"Yeah, look at that ass, ahh," Harish breathed, rubbing his manhood in the water below. "If I put mine in there, I might not be able to breathe."

Geetha, wet from the water, appeared even whiter, like a marble sculpture of Rati Devi (Goddess of Sex). Her red lips, white neck, slender waist, enticing buttocks, butterscotch-cream-like back, and the small mole just visible as her wet blouse was slightly folded, all combined to create a breathtaking vision. Seeing her, Bharat felt a surge of emotion, as if this was the moment he had been waiting for all these days.

"She's a teacher, don't talk like that," Bharat admonished, a rare note of seriousness in his voice.

"Screw off, man!" Harish retorted, his voice laced with indignation. "You held her waist and enjoyed it. Is it only wrong for us to talk? Oh, if I could get her for an hour, I'd bite and eat those boobs, uh!"

"F*ck, man, just looking at her makes me cum. Ahh!" Kaushik grunted, his body trembling.

"Yeah, come on... Oh, ahh, aha!" Harish groaned.

Both of them climaxed in the deep water, releasing their semen in waters.

"Bharat, don't tell anyone," Kaushik whispered, a plea in his voice.

"Hmm..." Bharat acknowledged.

"Oh, if only I had a phone, man," Kaushik lamented. "I could take photos and go home and jerk off every day looking at them. She's heroine material. Just happened to be a teacher in our college."

"Yeah... My dad said, why do kids need phones? Damn it," Harish grumbled, shaking his head.

An hour later, Anil, holding an iPhone, instructed everyone to stand in a line in front of the waterfall for a group photo. Five other unknown people joined them. He called one of them and asked him to take the pictures. After a few snaps, Anil announced, "Come on, kids, shall we go now?"

"Already?" Kaushik groaned, disappointment evident in his voice.

"So, will you stay here?" Anil countered. "You played, right? You saw the waterfall, what else?"

"Let's stay a bit longer, Daddy," Harish pleaded.

"No, no, it's already two o'clock," Anil insisted. "When will you eat? When will we leave? There's also a temple nearby. We need to visit it and then go to the bridge. If you're late, you'll miss the temple and just go home."

So, they ascended. Three tents had been set up by the boys and teachers. First, the girls were asked to change their clothes. They went to change. Many boys didn't bother; their clothes were already drying in the sun. Some, however, did change. Geetha and Ramya shared one tent. Each tent was positioned about ten meters from the others. 

As everyone chatted, Ganesh discreetly disappeared.

Inside their tent, Geetha was changing her saree while Ramya stood outside, drying her hair. Their tent was strategically placed so that what transpired on Ramya's side remained hidden from the others. Another empty tent stood further away, unused by the girls. The girls were inside the tent on the other side of it, ensuring that what happened here would be out of their sight. Surrounded by trees, there would be no cause for suspicion at all.

Ganesh, having vanished from the main group, reappeared beside Ramya. Ramya, absorbed in drying her hair with a towel, was taken by surprise when he came and hugged her from behind. A startled "Ah..." escaped her lips.

"Go away," Ramya whispered, trying to push him away.

"Ah, where am I going?" Ganesh murmured, pressing closer.

"Go away, Geetha is there. If she sees us, you're done for. I beg you," Ramya pleaded, her voice tinged with panic.

Ganesh ignored her pleas. He grabbed Ramya's waist, squeezing it, then turned her towards him and began kissing her neck.

The earlier scream had reached Geetha inside the tent. Having finished changing her saree into chudidaar, she slowly pulled the curtain aside, peeping out with one eye. Seeing Ganesh, she thought, “If these two get a chance, this is what they do.”

He was now squeezing Ramya's breasts. Ramya, with a soft moan, allowed him to squeeze them, her body responding with desire. Ganesh then removed her blouse and continued to squeeze both her breasts. Ramya's hands went to his, and she moaned with desire, silently urging him to squeeze more. He then slipped his hand inside her saree, his index finger finding her pussy, and began to twirl it. Ramya closed her eyes, a soft moan of desire escaping her lips.

"Umm..." Ganesh hummed, his head buried in her neck.

"Ah... Oh!" Ramya gasped, her body arching slightly.

Geetha, observing the scene, nervously glanced around. As she watched, Bharat emerged from behind a tree. Geetha saw Bharat, and Bharat saw Geetha.

Scared, Bharat turned and ran away. Geetha, equally startled, retreated back inside the tent. The faint jingle of Geetha's anklets reached both Ganesh and Ramya. 

Ramya suddenly pushed Ganesh away, and he, realizing he had been discovered, quickly left.

Ramya adjusted her clothes, then pulled the curtain aside. "Geetha, are you done?"

"Yes..." Geetha replied, her voice a little breathless.

Everyone was ready to leave. Bharat saw Geetha and Ramya emerge from the tent, having changed. Geetha was now wearing a green Punjabi dress. Bharat's gaze met hers, and Geetha's met his. Both felt a pang of awkwardness, having witnessed each other's watching that intimate moment.

They walked the same path back to the bus and boarded it. Lunch was at a nearby restaurant, where everyone ate whatever they fancied. After getting back on the bus, Geetha chose not to sit in the back this time. Instead, she sat in front, next to Ramya.
The bus stopped in front of the Hanuman temple. Everyone went inside and stood in line. Geetha and Ramya fell behind, and this time too, Bharat, Vikas, Ramya, and Geetha were bringing up the rear. They walked slowly in the line, chatting amongst themselves. Since Bharat was directly behind Geetha, he occasionally moved his face slightly forward and sniffed near her neck.

Geetha didn't seem to mind. Still, thinking that no one but Vikas was looking, he buried his nose behind Geetha's neck. Geetha secretly relished his actions. She suddenly stopped, causing Bharat's lips to brush against her neck. She smiled shyly.

Vikas, however, grabbed Bharat's collar and pulled him back. "Hey, don't overdo it. If something goes wrong, they'll bury you right here."

Bharat laughed, unconcerned, unaware that Geetha had actually enjoyed it. Geetha, on the other hand, was secretly delighted that Bharat wasn't missing any opportunity.

After visiting the temple, they discovered a beautiful garden within the temple complex. Everyone settled under a large neem tree as evening approached. 

Their next destination was a bridge. 

The entire area around the river below was breathtakingly beautiful, and boating was also available. They admired the scenery from above, taking several photos. Geetha particularly liked the spot and wished to take more pictures. Meanwhile, Anil began to hurry them, emphasizing the need to leave as darkness was setting in. Geetha called Vandana for help.

"Take some photos of me," Geetha requested.

"Okay, Miss," Vandana agreed.

After taking four photos, Geetha saw that they hadn't turned out well. Noticing them both, Bharat approached. "Miss, I'll take them. Give it to me."

Geetha readily agreed. Vandana handed the iPhone to Bharat and left. Bharat began taking photos of Geetha on the bridge. Everyone else had gone down, and the bus was now stopped in front of a small hotel for a tea break.

Here, after taking photos, Bharat stood next to Geetha, showing her the pictures, and then buried his face in her neck, sniffing her hair. Geetha stood still, like a statue, as he inhaled her scent. He lingered around her for a full five minutes.

"Miss, at the waterfall today, oh, how sexy you were," Bharat whispered, his voice laced with admiration.

"Chee, stop it," Geetha said, a blush creeping up her neck.

"I thought Gautam sir was very lucky, but oh my, I didn't think he was this lucky," Bharat continued, oblivious to her embarrassment. "How did you come to be so beautiful?"

As Bharat spoke, Geetha twisted with shyness, her cheeks flushing deeper. "Enough, Bharat. Every day you flirt with me."

"Do you even know, today all the boys in the class had their eyes on you," Bharat teased. "We should ward off evil eye from you."

"Hey, move away, what if someone else sees us..." Geetha whispered, glancing around nervously.

Bharat stepped back. "Sorry, Miss."

Geetha, feigning anger, looked directly at him and said, "You're coming for tuition tomorrow, right? Then I'll deal with you."

"Miss, I didn't do it on purpose, it just happened," Bharat protested, his eyes wide.

"Don't act, Bharat. Once might be a mistake, but three times," Geetha retorted, her voice firm. "Is this your behavior with a teacher when we're outside of college?"

"We're friends, aren't we, Miss?" Bharat tried to reason.

"Shut up! That's at home, not just anywhere. Vikas saw us. Do you know how scared I am?" Geetha chastised, a hint of genuine worry in her voice.

"Nothing will happen, Miss. He won't tell anyone. In fact, he'll forget what he saw today by tomorrow," Bharat reassured her.

"Okay, let's go," Geetha conceded.



On the bus, Harish, Vikas, and Bharat were huddled by the window, whispering.

"What did you do there?" Harish asked Bharat, his voice low.

"Where, man?" Vikas interjected, curious.

"He told me to go too after you left," Harish explained. "He was with Geetha Miss for fifteen minutes, away from us."

Vikas was shocked. "What? Is it true?"

"Shhh... Silent," Bharat hissed, a warning in his tone.

"You tell me, what did you do?" Vikas pressed, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"I held Miss's waist to help her cross that path," Bharat admitted.

"Ah, man, what else?" Vikas urged.

"I was scared of what she'd say," Bharat confessed.

"Hmm, tell me next, fast," Vikas prompted.

"I had to pee. I told Miss to stay there and went far away," Bharat recounted.

"You're a waste, man," Harish scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Then I held her hand and helped her cross," Bharat finished.

"So, no other chance?" Vikas asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Uh-uh," Bharat confirmed.

"Doesn't matter, you held her waist twice, you're lucky, man," Vikas concluded, impressed.

"She's no ordinary figure, man," Harish interjected, a lecherous grin on his face. "You should have seen her in wet clothes. Kaushik was jerking off in the water. Haha..."

"You're a jerk, and this bastard was jerking off too," Bharat retorted, indicating Harish.

"Did you see Ramya Miss? What breasts!" Vikas exclaimed, his voice filled with lust.

"Hey, that's enough, stop," Bharat warned, his tone firm.

"Shut up, man. Don't act all innocent after enjoying so much," Vikas scoffed.

"Hey, don't talk loudly, she'll hear," Harish cautioned, glancing towards the front of the bus.

"Hmm," Vikas mumbled, lowering his voice.



The trip got to end with their chitchat.
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To be continued………….