12-07-2025, 12:31 PM
The following day, Geetha entered the classroom, and the sight of her lips instantly brought back a vivid memory for Bharat. He still couldn't quite believe what had transpired. Geetha walked to the blackboard and began the lesson. Her gaze met Bharat's for a fleeting moment, and he offered a smile. Ignoring him, she turned back and wrote a problem.
Bharat leaned forward, resting his left hand on the bench, his eyes fixed on Geetha at the blackboard. She was dbangd in a cream-colored saree, complemented by a mud-colored blouse. As was her custom, a three-inch strip of her back remained visible, artfully concealing the mole on her side. With every step, her long braid swayed, and the subtle shimmer of her spinal depth at her waist caught his eye. Each turn revealed a fleeting glimpse of her left waist, only for it to vanish before he could fully appreciate it. The delicate lines of folds at the base of her pale neck outlined her mangalsutra, and the graceful curves of her neck moved with her words. The sparkle in her eyes whenever she glanced his way, the cute puckering of her lips – he absorbed it all with a mad intensity.
Geetha noticed his unwavering attention. A coy smile, tinged with shyness, played on her lips as she turned back to the board. Bharat understood her shyness. He picked up the book in front of him, held it to his face, leaned it against the bench, and buried his nose between two pages at the top.
Geetha turned back to the class, her gaze immediately finding Bharat. He, in turn, subtly kissed the pages.
A shiver ran through Geetha. Her lips trembled, and she quickly turned away, muttering that drawing a long square root didn't matter anyway. Yet, with a playful nibble of her lower lip, she deliberately pressed the chalk to the board and extended the line.
She instructed everyone to copy the problem, then paced between the benches until everyone had finished writing. As Bharat copied the problem, his eyes traced every line of Geetha.
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On February 11th,
the evening after the pre-final exams, Bharat arrived at Geetha's house. He opened the gate and stepped inside. Seeing the door latched from the outside, he assumed she had gone out and decided to wait. Geetha didn't appear. After a while, Vimala emerged from the house and greeted Bharat.
"Are you looking for Geetha, Bharat?" Vimala asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"As soon as she came home from college, she went out on a scooty with a friend, I think," Vimala explained.
"When will she be back, Miss?" Bharat inquired.
"I don't know, Bharat," Vimala said.
Bharat concluded that there would be no tuition that day and left.
At eight o'clock that night, Geetha returned home from Sindhu's house. Only then did she check her phone messages. Bharat's message read: "Miss, no tuition today?" Seeing it, she called him.
"Bharath, hey... your teacher is calling, son..." Susheela's voice drifted from the conversation she was having with neighbors, prompting Bharat to go inside the house and pick up the phone.
"Hmm... Hello, Miss," he answered.
"I went out, Bharat, I didn't tell you," Geetha said.
"It's okay, Miss," he replied.
"How did you write Social?" she asked.
"Ah, Miss, I wrote it well," Bharat said confidently.
"Will you get good marks? Did you study even after going home yesterday?" Geetha pressed.
"Hmm..." Bharat responded.
"Okay," she said.
"Good evening, Miss," Bharat added.
Geetha smiled. "You should say that when you pick up the phone. Okay, bye. Come to college tomorrow, don't skip."
"Yes, Miss," Bharat confirmed.
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Morning classes for tenth-grade students began at 6:30 AM.
Geetha's class was the first of the day.
On February 12th,
the morning classes for the tenth-grade were held in the sixth-grade B-section room instead of their usual classroom. The room was arranged with three vertical rows and five horizontal rows of benches. Kaushik, Vikas, and Bharat occupied the last bench of the middle vertical row.
Bharat sat in class, eagerly anticipating Geetha's arrival. She soon appeared, dressed in a purple saree with a blue sweater over it.
"Good morning, Miss," the class chorused.
"Ah... Good morning," Geetha replied. "Today and tomorrow are first unit revisions. If anyone has doubts, ask me. There's absolutely no need to talk to your classmates."
Everyone settled into their practice. Geetha walked in the middle aisle, between the girls' and boys' sections, which meant between the two vertical rows on the left. Bharat was on the right. Geetha was walking on his side.
"Come this side, I'll sit over there..." he whispered to Vikas.
"Why?" Vikas questioned.
"Just come for a bit," Bharat urged.
He got up, and while Geetha walked, looking straight ahead, they swapped places. Bharat moved to the side where Geetha walked, with Kaushik in the middle. Geetha looked around as she slowly walked, and when she turned back, Bharat was on this side. She didn't pay it any mind.
She continued walking. As she approached Bharat and turned to go back, he watched her high buttocks sway with every step, as if dancing. Geetha walked very close to Bharat once, and as he stood with his hands folded, her elbow brushed past his ear. At that moment, he strained to catch her scent.
In the evening, when Bharat arrived for tuition, the door was partially closed, slightly ajar. He assumed Geetha might be in the kitchen and had left it that way, so he pushed it open.
She was lying on the sofa, facing the door, her left elbow propping up her head, fast asleep. He watched her for a few moments. When he fully opened the door, the right door slammed against the wall with a thud. Geetha woke with a start.
"Good evening, Miss," Bharat said.
"Oh, you came..." she mumbled, still drowsy.
"What happened, Miss? Why are you sleeping at this time?" Bharat asked.
"Nothing, just like that," she replied.
He placed his bag on the table and sat on Geetha's left, as he always did. For a long time, both remained silent. While Bharat read his science book, Geetha's eyes kept closing. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Bharat turned his neck and observed her beautiful face, her small eyes, rosy lips, and her neck, which he adored. Strands of hair fell forward onto her face. She stirred slightly. He quickly looked back at his book.
In her sleepiness, Geetha’s head suddenly fell onto Bharat's shoulder. She woke with a jolt. He looked at her and asked, "What happened, Miss? Didn't you sleep last night?"
In truth, she had gone to sleep at two in the morning. She and Gautam, her husband, had talked a lot after a long time.
"It was two by the time I finished talking to him and went to sleep yesterday, Bharat, and then I woke up at five for morning class," Geetha explained.
Hearing that, Bharat gave a mischievous smile. "Hmm... Miss, what did you talk about?"
Geetha felt shy and smiled. "It was nothing like that, dear."
"Hehe... you were up till two and say it was nothing like that, Miss?" Bharat teased.
"Oy... study, I'm telling you not to talk like this," Geetha chided.
"I want to hear, I'm saying," Bharat insisted.
"You'll get beaten, I'm saying," she retorted.
"Oh, come on... tell me, Miss, you're always so serious."
She laughed, then put her hand in Bharat's hair and ruffled it. "No, dear, just family discussion."
Geetha's hand felt warm. He also felt a suspicion. "Miss, do you have a fever?" he asked, pressing four fingers on her neck. As soon as Bharat's hand touched her, she flinched.
Geetha's body was indeed warm. He turned his fingers and stroked his palm further back on her neck. As his fingers touched her, Geetha's sleepiness vanished, replaced by another kind of intoxication. She closed her eyes and slightly twisted her neck. Bharat let go.
"Miss, it seems like you have a fever. Shall we go to the hospital?" he asked.
Opening her eyes, she held Bharat's chin. "It'll go away, dear, it's nothing. I just took a tablet before you came."
"So you're not telling me, is that it?" he said, turning his face away.
"Hey, what happened?" Geetha asked.
"I disturbed your sleep," Bharat mumbled.
Geetha took Bharat's hand and pulled him closer. "Oh, don't think like that."
"Hmm... Miss, if you want to sleep, tell me, I'll go," Bharat offered.
"No need, dear, if you go home, you won't study. Stay here, I won't get bored either, okay?" Geetha said. "Do you want tea? Shall I get some?"
"No, thanks, it'll be work for you," Bharat replied.
"I'm drinking now, I asked because you're here too," she said.
"Ah, okay, I want some, Miss," Bharat conceded.
Bharat continued studying outside while Geetha went into the kitchen to make tea. After boiling the milk, she realized the tongs to hold the pot were in the hall on the dining table. As she turned back to retrieve them, the pin of her saree pleat came loose. It brushed against a box handle below and slipped. She bent down to pick it up, and a mischievous thought flashed through her mind. She glanced towards Bharat; he wasn't looking. "Phew," she thought. She stood up, covered herself with her pallu, and another mischievous thought came to her.
She slowly walked to the dining table, picked up the tongs with a trembling hand, and deliberately dropped them. The "thud" sound made Bharat look up. Ignoring whether Bharat was watching or not, she bent her knees, knelt down, and picked it up. Geetha's pallu slipped, and her beauty captivated Bharat's eye. A valley, like a sweat waterfall, flowed between butter-covered mountains, becoming slender and disappearing between her blouse straps. Two inches below it, a small dimple like a well in a glacier. Seeing it, all the nerves in his body stood on end.
Geetha thought that if her pallu slipped a little, it would slip completely, and he must have seen it. Extreme shyness overwhelmed her. In a hurry, she grabbed her pallu, covered herself, stood up, and looked at Bharat. He quickly turned his face away, scared and flustered.
"He saw, he saw... Ah... Geetha, you ruined his studies again today, you silly girl”
She went back into the kitchen, poured some milk into a glass and set it aside, then added tea leaves and sugar to the rest. She fell into thought.
Bharat embraced her from behind, kissing her ear.
"Ah... leave me, dear," Geetha murmured.
"Miss, it's been a long time since I kissed you," Bharat whispered, then kissed the curve of her neck.
"That's wrong, Bharat, you’re romancing me like this," Geetha said.
"Then what do you call you giving me a lip kiss?" he countered. He lowered his left hand to her waist and squeezed it.
"Ah... no, please," she pleaded.
He shifted her braid to the right and kissed her back.
"Ss... stop, dear," Geetha said softly.
"Miss, give me another lip kiss, Miss, it's so good," Bharat pressed.
"No, listen to me."
"It's nothing, Miss." As he squeezed Geetha's waist, he held her chin, turned her face back, and was about to take her lips, when—
"Ah... ss... no," Geetha moaned. Just then, the "shoosh" sound of milk boiling over broke her thought. She looked at it and turned down the stove.
She chuckled mischievously to herself for having such thoughts, turned off the stove, poured the tea into cups, and took them out. He was looking at his book.
"Bharat, here, take this," Geetha said.
He didn't look at Geetha, only at the cup, and took it. She too felt awkward about what had just happened. She sat next to him. He silently sipped his tea.
After he finished drinking, he continued to study while Geetha sat holding her phone. He moved a little closer. Geetha couldn't help but notice. He moved a little more. His shoulder touched hers. Bharat's touch was making her weaker day by day.
Remembering the kiss she gave him that day, on one hand, it felt strange, but then it started to make her shy. Swaying in the kiss, squeezing her waist below, biting her lip, uncontrollably ruining her dress with his heat, doing that to her navel, finding it lustful, and wanting more – all this was changing Geetha's state of mind.
It was past seven, Bharat's time to leave.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Just like before, Bharat looked at her again.
She knew he was looking and gave a small smile.
He got scared and looked at his book. His innocent nervousness fueled Geetha's excitement. She was delighted to see him like that.
Bharat moved again. She knew he was looking this way. Shyness overwhelmed her.
He put his face near her neck, and the hot breath made Geetha start trembling. He kissed the shoulder bone below her throat.
"Ss... you have no fear of a teacher," Geetha whispered.
"But Miss, you said I could neck-kiss whenever I felt like it. Your neck is so beautiful, Miss," Bharat replied.
"Ah... study," she said, her voice a soft protest.
He kissed her again, a little harder.
Geetha felt a jolt. She tightened her fists into the sofa cushions to hide her trembling from Bharat.
He brushed her mangalsutra thread aside at the edge of her neck and kissed there.
She couldn't take it anymore.
"Ah..." Her left hand disobeyed her, went to Bharat's back, and pulled him onto her.
Bharat rested his left hand on the right side of Geetha's neck and sensually rubbed her left curve with his lips. Her breath quickened with excitement. Geetha's heart rate increased.
"Hmm..." she moaned.
She hadn't allowed Bharat to touch her since that day. She hadn't done anything either. Inside, her soul was craving something.
She brought her hand up from his back, held the back of his head, and moved back. He kissed the soft bicep under her blouse sleeve. She flinched, unable to bear it, and again came closer, gripping his head with her hands. He kissed her earlobe, licking it sensually.
"Hah..." Geetha gasped.
"Miss, do you know how soft your ears are? I can bite them like gbangs," Bharat whispered.
He pushed his tongue between her earlobe and face and licked.
She wondered if anyone would do that there too, and her desire intensified. Her entire body trembled with passion.
She tightly gripped Bharat's T-shirt in front of his chest, breathing heavily. They both looked into each other's eyes, intoxicated.
"Hah..." Bharat panted, bending his neck and giving a deep kiss under Geetha's chin.
"Ha... Mm..." Geetha bit her lip. She ruffled Bharat's hair, crushing his T-shirt.
He held her wrist and controlled her. Releasing warm breath under her chin, "Miss... umm (kiss)... the shirt will get spoiled, Miss... (kiss)... Mom will scold me."
She let go. She went down, put her hand inside his T-shirt, and gripped his waist. His skin was burning hot.
"Ah... how hot he is."
She stroked his waist with her palm and moved back.
He was trembling at Geetha's touch.
"Take it off, Geetha, take off his shirt and throw it."
When he bit her in the hollow between her shoulder and neck with his lips, she swayed, lifting her thighs, and climbed further onto Bharat's right thigh. Bharat fell to the side. Geetha also fell on top of him. Her thighs tangled, making it difficult, and she lifted her right leg, resting it on the sofa arm. Her left leg dangled, her foot on the floor. Her head rested on the sofa cushion, looking at Bharat with intoxication. Geetha's chin was in front of his lips. His penis began to press into Geetha's thighs.
Geetha couldn't bear it. Her whole body tingled, and she moved down, not wanting it.
This time, Bharat got stuck between her navel and thighs.
Her hand on his back became heavy, making him uncomfortable, so she moved it to his stomach. With his right hand, he held Geetha's left cheek. He was confused about where to put his left hand.
Geetha smiled sweetly, delighted. He fluttered his eyelashes, looking into her eyes. Just then, he felt the softness of Geetha's bosom on his chest. He looked down. Her pallu was in the way. Geetha noticed it, and she took her left hand, which was under her head, and put her fingers on her forehead, pushing her hair back.
Bharat felt shy, and seeing that, Geetha's cheeks glowed like rosebuds. Again, he lifted his head, leaned forward with difficulty, and kissed her under the chin.
"Ss..." she moaned, burying her face in Bharat's neck. He rubbed his lips in the curve of her left neck. She swayed as she lay on Bharat. Passionately, she put her hand inside his T-shirt on his stomach, examining the firmness of his chest.
She lifted her neck and looked into his eyes.
"Miss, do you like my chest?" Bharat asked.
She averted her gaze. He kissed her chin. "Ah...”
"Tell me, Miss..." he asked with a laugh.
She nodded vertically with shyness.
"Do you want to see?" he pressed. She remained silent, not knowing what to say.
"Geetha, no... this is going too far. It won't be in your control," she thought.
He removed his hand from Geetha's face, about to unbutton her. She understood and shook her head, saying no. He stopped.
"Did you like the kiss?" Geetha asked.
"Yes, Miss," Bharat replied.
She lifted herself slightly, putting her face close to his. She held his head with both hands. Bharat was looking at her lips. Both were trembling, like shivering in the cold, and in lust.
For a moment, Bharat's body tingled, and his penis started throbbing. It brushed against Geetha's navel, and moisture accumulated between her thighs.
She bit her lip and looked at him. Bharat was delighted. Geetha tilted her neck slightly to the right and pressed her lips on his lower lip for two seconds, trying to release, but with that warm touch, desire surged, and he captured her lip with his teeth. Though he didn't bite, he began to nibble her lip with his teeth.
"Mm..." Geetha hummed. When he lifted back, it stretched and released. Both were breathing heavily.
"Ha... don't bite, dear," Geetha said.
"What did I do, Miss? I don't know how to," Bharat replied playfully.
Again, he ruffled her hair with his left hand, held her chin with his right hand, and exhaling on her nose, "I'll teach you, shh... bite with your lips."
Holding her chin with two fingers, he lifted it and covered his upper lip with both his lips. Then he took Geetha's lower lip. Both their lips intertwined perfectly. He sucked her lip. They broke apart. He laughed once.
This time, she tilted her face to the left and put her mouth into his. Bharat took her upper lip and began to suck. She released again. It’s flesh stretched and snapped back. Saliva linked between their lips.
Bharat clearly put his left hand on Geetha's waist this time. As soon as he directly and softly touched her warm waist skin, her body quivered. His hand fit perfectly in the curve of her waist.
"Ah... Ss..." Geetha gasped. He pressed with four fingers there. Geetha's body became heavy, she closed her eyes, kissed his face, and moaned, unable to breathe.
"Ah... don't hold so tight," she pleaded.
"You are very delicate, Miss. Your waist is soft like cake..." he said, squeezing with two fingers.
"Ah... Mm..." Geetha whimpered. He took her lips. For seven minutes, Bharat passionately bit her lips with his, while Geetha pulled his hair back.
"Ha... Hah... Miss... stop," Bharat gasped.
"Huh..." Geetha panted. Both were breathing heavily. The pressure between Bharat's legs was increasing, was crushed under her waist.
"Miss, get up," Bharat urged.
"What happened, dear?" Geetha asked, still dazed.
"Th-that..." He struggled to explain.
Geetha, in that daze, had only mischievous thoughts. She moved her hand down from his chest, and with a smile, she stroked Bharat's swollen pants. Bharat closed his eyes and writhed. "Ah... Miss."
Just then, someone called out, "Geetha..."
Both got scared, and Geetha ran into the bedroom. Bharat picked up his book, put it on his thighs, and started pretending to read.
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February 13th, Evening.
Geetha gathered all the clothes that needed washing into the basket and put them in the washing machine. She turned it on and went into the kitchen; washing dishes at this time every day had become a habit.
She was washing in the sink when her phone displayed a Jio service message. She glanced at it and realized it was almost time for Bharat to arrive.
She thought she'd finish washing before that.
She wondered what would happen today after remembering yesterday, why she was enjoying all this, and if it was right to romance Bharat like this since Gautam wasn't there.
As she was thinking, steps followed from maindoor to kitchen walking stealthily like a cat. Her saree pallu was tucked above her navel, revealing her waist, and she was smiling mischievously to herself, shrugging her shoulders. She knew someone was approaching silently. Slowly his hand caressed on her waist, at the curve of her pleats, and squeezed it.
Geetha felt a passionate jolt, quivered.
"Iss... Bharat, this is the second time. Do you want a beating?" she said, turning back to see a six-foot-tall figure with naughty laughing lips.
"Silly girl... why do you call Bharat? Were you shocked?"
In the blink of an eye, Geetha's eyes widened with fear. "You... ah?... That... Bh..."
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To be continued…….
Bharat leaned forward, resting his left hand on the bench, his eyes fixed on Geetha at the blackboard. She was dbangd in a cream-colored saree, complemented by a mud-colored blouse. As was her custom, a three-inch strip of her back remained visible, artfully concealing the mole on her side. With every step, her long braid swayed, and the subtle shimmer of her spinal depth at her waist caught his eye. Each turn revealed a fleeting glimpse of her left waist, only for it to vanish before he could fully appreciate it. The delicate lines of folds at the base of her pale neck outlined her mangalsutra, and the graceful curves of her neck moved with her words. The sparkle in her eyes whenever she glanced his way, the cute puckering of her lips – he absorbed it all with a mad intensity.
Geetha noticed his unwavering attention. A coy smile, tinged with shyness, played on her lips as she turned back to the board. Bharat understood her shyness. He picked up the book in front of him, held it to his face, leaned it against the bench, and buried his nose between two pages at the top.
Geetha turned back to the class, her gaze immediately finding Bharat. He, in turn, subtly kissed the pages.
A shiver ran through Geetha. Her lips trembled, and she quickly turned away, muttering that drawing a long square root didn't matter anyway. Yet, with a playful nibble of her lower lip, she deliberately pressed the chalk to the board and extended the line.
She instructed everyone to copy the problem, then paced between the benches until everyone had finished writing. As Bharat copied the problem, his eyes traced every line of Geetha.
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On February 11th,
the evening after the pre-final exams, Bharat arrived at Geetha's house. He opened the gate and stepped inside. Seeing the door latched from the outside, he assumed she had gone out and decided to wait. Geetha didn't appear. After a while, Vimala emerged from the house and greeted Bharat.
"Are you looking for Geetha, Bharat?" Vimala asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"As soon as she came home from college, she went out on a scooty with a friend, I think," Vimala explained.
"When will she be back, Miss?" Bharat inquired.
"I don't know, Bharat," Vimala said.
Bharat concluded that there would be no tuition that day and left.
At eight o'clock that night, Geetha returned home from Sindhu's house. Only then did she check her phone messages. Bharat's message read: "Miss, no tuition today?" Seeing it, she called him.
"Bharath, hey... your teacher is calling, son..." Susheela's voice drifted from the conversation she was having with neighbors, prompting Bharat to go inside the house and pick up the phone.
"Hmm... Hello, Miss," he answered.
"I went out, Bharat, I didn't tell you," Geetha said.
"It's okay, Miss," he replied.
"How did you write Social?" she asked.
"Ah, Miss, I wrote it well," Bharat said confidently.
"Will you get good marks? Did you study even after going home yesterday?" Geetha pressed.
"Hmm..." Bharat responded.
"Okay," she said.
"Good evening, Miss," Bharat added.
Geetha smiled. "You should say that when you pick up the phone. Okay, bye. Come to college tomorrow, don't skip."
"Yes, Miss," Bharat confirmed.
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Morning classes for tenth-grade students began at 6:30 AM.
Geetha's class was the first of the day.
On February 12th,
the morning classes for the tenth-grade were held in the sixth-grade B-section room instead of their usual classroom. The room was arranged with three vertical rows and five horizontal rows of benches. Kaushik, Vikas, and Bharat occupied the last bench of the middle vertical row.
Bharat sat in class, eagerly anticipating Geetha's arrival. She soon appeared, dressed in a purple saree with a blue sweater over it.
"Good morning, Miss," the class chorused.
"Ah... Good morning," Geetha replied. "Today and tomorrow are first unit revisions. If anyone has doubts, ask me. There's absolutely no need to talk to your classmates."
Everyone settled into their practice. Geetha walked in the middle aisle, between the girls' and boys' sections, which meant between the two vertical rows on the left. Bharat was on the right. Geetha was walking on his side.
"Come this side, I'll sit over there..." he whispered to Vikas.
"Why?" Vikas questioned.
"Just come for a bit," Bharat urged.
He got up, and while Geetha walked, looking straight ahead, they swapped places. Bharat moved to the side where Geetha walked, with Kaushik in the middle. Geetha looked around as she slowly walked, and when she turned back, Bharat was on this side. She didn't pay it any mind.
She continued walking. As she approached Bharat and turned to go back, he watched her high buttocks sway with every step, as if dancing. Geetha walked very close to Bharat once, and as he stood with his hands folded, her elbow brushed past his ear. At that moment, he strained to catch her scent.
In the evening, when Bharat arrived for tuition, the door was partially closed, slightly ajar. He assumed Geetha might be in the kitchen and had left it that way, so he pushed it open.
She was lying on the sofa, facing the door, her left elbow propping up her head, fast asleep. He watched her for a few moments. When he fully opened the door, the right door slammed against the wall with a thud. Geetha woke with a start.
"Good evening, Miss," Bharat said.
"Oh, you came..." she mumbled, still drowsy.
"What happened, Miss? Why are you sleeping at this time?" Bharat asked.
"Nothing, just like that," she replied.
He placed his bag on the table and sat on Geetha's left, as he always did. For a long time, both remained silent. While Bharat read his science book, Geetha's eyes kept closing. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Bharat turned his neck and observed her beautiful face, her small eyes, rosy lips, and her neck, which he adored. Strands of hair fell forward onto her face. She stirred slightly. He quickly looked back at his book.
In her sleepiness, Geetha’s head suddenly fell onto Bharat's shoulder. She woke with a jolt. He looked at her and asked, "What happened, Miss? Didn't you sleep last night?"
In truth, she had gone to sleep at two in the morning. She and Gautam, her husband, had talked a lot after a long time.
"It was two by the time I finished talking to him and went to sleep yesterday, Bharat, and then I woke up at five for morning class," Geetha explained.
Hearing that, Bharat gave a mischievous smile. "Hmm... Miss, what did you talk about?"
Geetha felt shy and smiled. "It was nothing like that, dear."
"Hehe... you were up till two and say it was nothing like that, Miss?" Bharat teased.
"Oy... study, I'm telling you not to talk like this," Geetha chided.
"I want to hear, I'm saying," Bharat insisted.
"You'll get beaten, I'm saying," she retorted.
"Oh, come on... tell me, Miss, you're always so serious."
She laughed, then put her hand in Bharat's hair and ruffled it. "No, dear, just family discussion."
Geetha's hand felt warm. He also felt a suspicion. "Miss, do you have a fever?" he asked, pressing four fingers on her neck. As soon as Bharat's hand touched her, she flinched.
Geetha's body was indeed warm. He turned his fingers and stroked his palm further back on her neck. As his fingers touched her, Geetha's sleepiness vanished, replaced by another kind of intoxication. She closed her eyes and slightly twisted her neck. Bharat let go.
"Miss, it seems like you have a fever. Shall we go to the hospital?" he asked.
Opening her eyes, she held Bharat's chin. "It'll go away, dear, it's nothing. I just took a tablet before you came."
"So you're not telling me, is that it?" he said, turning his face away.
"Hey, what happened?" Geetha asked.
"I disturbed your sleep," Bharat mumbled.
Geetha took Bharat's hand and pulled him closer. "Oh, don't think like that."
"Hmm... Miss, if you want to sleep, tell me, I'll go," Bharat offered.
"No need, dear, if you go home, you won't study. Stay here, I won't get bored either, okay?" Geetha said. "Do you want tea? Shall I get some?"
"No, thanks, it'll be work for you," Bharat replied.
"I'm drinking now, I asked because you're here too," she said.
"Ah, okay, I want some, Miss," Bharat conceded.
Bharat continued studying outside while Geetha went into the kitchen to make tea. After boiling the milk, she realized the tongs to hold the pot were in the hall on the dining table. As she turned back to retrieve them, the pin of her saree pleat came loose. It brushed against a box handle below and slipped. She bent down to pick it up, and a mischievous thought flashed through her mind. She glanced towards Bharat; he wasn't looking. "Phew," she thought. She stood up, covered herself with her pallu, and another mischievous thought came to her.
She slowly walked to the dining table, picked up the tongs with a trembling hand, and deliberately dropped them. The "thud" sound made Bharat look up. Ignoring whether Bharat was watching or not, she bent her knees, knelt down, and picked it up. Geetha's pallu slipped, and her beauty captivated Bharat's eye. A valley, like a sweat waterfall, flowed between butter-covered mountains, becoming slender and disappearing between her blouse straps. Two inches below it, a small dimple like a well in a glacier. Seeing it, all the nerves in his body stood on end.
Geetha thought that if her pallu slipped a little, it would slip completely, and he must have seen it. Extreme shyness overwhelmed her. In a hurry, she grabbed her pallu, covered herself, stood up, and looked at Bharat. He quickly turned his face away, scared and flustered.
"He saw, he saw... Ah... Geetha, you ruined his studies again today, you silly girl”
She went back into the kitchen, poured some milk into a glass and set it aside, then added tea leaves and sugar to the rest. She fell into thought.
Bharat embraced her from behind, kissing her ear.
"Ah... leave me, dear," Geetha murmured.
"Miss, it's been a long time since I kissed you," Bharat whispered, then kissed the curve of her neck.
"That's wrong, Bharat, you’re romancing me like this," Geetha said.
"Then what do you call you giving me a lip kiss?" he countered. He lowered his left hand to her waist and squeezed it.
"Ah... no, please," she pleaded.
He shifted her braid to the right and kissed her back.
"Ss... stop, dear," Geetha said softly.
"Miss, give me another lip kiss, Miss, it's so good," Bharat pressed.
"No, listen to me."
"It's nothing, Miss." As he squeezed Geetha's waist, he held her chin, turned her face back, and was about to take her lips, when—
"Ah... ss... no," Geetha moaned. Just then, the "shoosh" sound of milk boiling over broke her thought. She looked at it and turned down the stove.
She chuckled mischievously to herself for having such thoughts, turned off the stove, poured the tea into cups, and took them out. He was looking at his book.
"Bharat, here, take this," Geetha said.
He didn't look at Geetha, only at the cup, and took it. She too felt awkward about what had just happened. She sat next to him. He silently sipped his tea.
After he finished drinking, he continued to study while Geetha sat holding her phone. He moved a little closer. Geetha couldn't help but notice. He moved a little more. His shoulder touched hers. Bharat's touch was making her weaker day by day.
Remembering the kiss she gave him that day, on one hand, it felt strange, but then it started to make her shy. Swaying in the kiss, squeezing her waist below, biting her lip, uncontrollably ruining her dress with his heat, doing that to her navel, finding it lustful, and wanting more – all this was changing Geetha's state of mind.
It was past seven, Bharat's time to leave.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Just like before, Bharat looked at her again.
She knew he was looking and gave a small smile.
He got scared and looked at his book. His innocent nervousness fueled Geetha's excitement. She was delighted to see him like that.
Bharat moved again. She knew he was looking this way. Shyness overwhelmed her.
He put his face near her neck, and the hot breath made Geetha start trembling. He kissed the shoulder bone below her throat.
"Ss... you have no fear of a teacher," Geetha whispered.
"But Miss, you said I could neck-kiss whenever I felt like it. Your neck is so beautiful, Miss," Bharat replied.
"Ah... study," she said, her voice a soft protest.
He kissed her again, a little harder.
Geetha felt a jolt. She tightened her fists into the sofa cushions to hide her trembling from Bharat.
He brushed her mangalsutra thread aside at the edge of her neck and kissed there.
She couldn't take it anymore.
"Ah..." Her left hand disobeyed her, went to Bharat's back, and pulled him onto her.
Bharat rested his left hand on the right side of Geetha's neck and sensually rubbed her left curve with his lips. Her breath quickened with excitement. Geetha's heart rate increased.
"Hmm..." she moaned.
She hadn't allowed Bharat to touch her since that day. She hadn't done anything either. Inside, her soul was craving something.
She brought her hand up from his back, held the back of his head, and moved back. He kissed the soft bicep under her blouse sleeve. She flinched, unable to bear it, and again came closer, gripping his head with her hands. He kissed her earlobe, licking it sensually.
"Hah..." Geetha gasped.
"Miss, do you know how soft your ears are? I can bite them like gbangs," Bharat whispered.
He pushed his tongue between her earlobe and face and licked.
She wondered if anyone would do that there too, and her desire intensified. Her entire body trembled with passion.
She tightly gripped Bharat's T-shirt in front of his chest, breathing heavily. They both looked into each other's eyes, intoxicated.
"Hah..." Bharat panted, bending his neck and giving a deep kiss under Geetha's chin.
"Ha... Mm..." Geetha bit her lip. She ruffled Bharat's hair, crushing his T-shirt.
He held her wrist and controlled her. Releasing warm breath under her chin, "Miss... umm (kiss)... the shirt will get spoiled, Miss... (kiss)... Mom will scold me."
She let go. She went down, put her hand inside his T-shirt, and gripped his waist. His skin was burning hot.
"Ah... how hot he is."
She stroked his waist with her palm and moved back.
He was trembling at Geetha's touch.
"Take it off, Geetha, take off his shirt and throw it."
When he bit her in the hollow between her shoulder and neck with his lips, she swayed, lifting her thighs, and climbed further onto Bharat's right thigh. Bharat fell to the side. Geetha also fell on top of him. Her thighs tangled, making it difficult, and she lifted her right leg, resting it on the sofa arm. Her left leg dangled, her foot on the floor. Her head rested on the sofa cushion, looking at Bharat with intoxication. Geetha's chin was in front of his lips. His penis began to press into Geetha's thighs.
Geetha couldn't bear it. Her whole body tingled, and she moved down, not wanting it.
This time, Bharat got stuck between her navel and thighs.
Her hand on his back became heavy, making him uncomfortable, so she moved it to his stomach. With his right hand, he held Geetha's left cheek. He was confused about where to put his left hand.
Geetha smiled sweetly, delighted. He fluttered his eyelashes, looking into her eyes. Just then, he felt the softness of Geetha's bosom on his chest. He looked down. Her pallu was in the way. Geetha noticed it, and she took her left hand, which was under her head, and put her fingers on her forehead, pushing her hair back.
Bharat felt shy, and seeing that, Geetha's cheeks glowed like rosebuds. Again, he lifted his head, leaned forward with difficulty, and kissed her under the chin.
"Ss..." she moaned, burying her face in Bharat's neck. He rubbed his lips in the curve of her left neck. She swayed as she lay on Bharat. Passionately, she put her hand inside his T-shirt on his stomach, examining the firmness of his chest.
She lifted her neck and looked into his eyes.
"Miss, do you like my chest?" Bharat asked.
She averted her gaze. He kissed her chin. "Ah...”
"Tell me, Miss..." he asked with a laugh.
She nodded vertically with shyness.
"Do you want to see?" he pressed. She remained silent, not knowing what to say.
"Geetha, no... this is going too far. It won't be in your control," she thought.
He removed his hand from Geetha's face, about to unbutton her. She understood and shook her head, saying no. He stopped.
"Did you like the kiss?" Geetha asked.
"Yes, Miss," Bharat replied.
She lifted herself slightly, putting her face close to his. She held his head with both hands. Bharat was looking at her lips. Both were trembling, like shivering in the cold, and in lust.
For a moment, Bharat's body tingled, and his penis started throbbing. It brushed against Geetha's navel, and moisture accumulated between her thighs.
She bit her lip and looked at him. Bharat was delighted. Geetha tilted her neck slightly to the right and pressed her lips on his lower lip for two seconds, trying to release, but with that warm touch, desire surged, and he captured her lip with his teeth. Though he didn't bite, he began to nibble her lip with his teeth.
"Mm..." Geetha hummed. When he lifted back, it stretched and released. Both were breathing heavily.
"Ha... don't bite, dear," Geetha said.
"What did I do, Miss? I don't know how to," Bharat replied playfully.
Again, he ruffled her hair with his left hand, held her chin with his right hand, and exhaling on her nose, "I'll teach you, shh... bite with your lips."
Holding her chin with two fingers, he lifted it and covered his upper lip with both his lips. Then he took Geetha's lower lip. Both their lips intertwined perfectly. He sucked her lip. They broke apart. He laughed once.
This time, she tilted her face to the left and put her mouth into his. Bharat took her upper lip and began to suck. She released again. It’s flesh stretched and snapped back. Saliva linked between their lips.
Bharat clearly put his left hand on Geetha's waist this time. As soon as he directly and softly touched her warm waist skin, her body quivered. His hand fit perfectly in the curve of her waist.
"Ah... Ss..." Geetha gasped. He pressed with four fingers there. Geetha's body became heavy, she closed her eyes, kissed his face, and moaned, unable to breathe.
"Ah... don't hold so tight," she pleaded.
"You are very delicate, Miss. Your waist is soft like cake..." he said, squeezing with two fingers.
"Ah... Mm..." Geetha whimpered. He took her lips. For seven minutes, Bharat passionately bit her lips with his, while Geetha pulled his hair back.
"Ha... Hah... Miss... stop," Bharat gasped.
"Huh..." Geetha panted. Both were breathing heavily. The pressure between Bharat's legs was increasing, was crushed under her waist.
"Miss, get up," Bharat urged.
"What happened, dear?" Geetha asked, still dazed.
"Th-that..." He struggled to explain.
Geetha, in that daze, had only mischievous thoughts. She moved her hand down from his chest, and with a smile, she stroked Bharat's swollen pants. Bharat closed his eyes and writhed. "Ah... Miss."
Just then, someone called out, "Geetha..."
Both got scared, and Geetha ran into the bedroom. Bharat picked up his book, put it on his thighs, and started pretending to read.
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February 13th, Evening.
Geetha gathered all the clothes that needed washing into the basket and put them in the washing machine. She turned it on and went into the kitchen; washing dishes at this time every day had become a habit.
She was washing in the sink when her phone displayed a Jio service message. She glanced at it and realized it was almost time for Bharat to arrive.
She thought she'd finish washing before that.
She wondered what would happen today after remembering yesterday, why she was enjoying all this, and if it was right to romance Bharat like this since Gautam wasn't there.
As she was thinking, steps followed from maindoor to kitchen walking stealthily like a cat. Her saree pallu was tucked above her navel, revealing her waist, and she was smiling mischievously to herself, shrugging her shoulders. She knew someone was approaching silently. Slowly his hand caressed on her waist, at the curve of her pleats, and squeezed it.
Geetha felt a passionate jolt, quivered.
"Iss... Bharat, this is the second time. Do you want a beating?" she said, turning back to see a six-foot-tall figure with naughty laughing lips.
"Silly girl... why do you call Bharat? Were you shocked?"
In the blink of an eye, Geetha's eyes widened with fear. "You... ah?... That... Bh..."
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To be continued…….
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