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February 15th,
Geetha, while going to seventh-grade class, glanced towards the tenth-grade classroom window, her eyes catching a startling sight: Ramya striking Bharat's hand three times with a stick. Bharat, too, noticed Geetha's gaze. For a moment, Geetha's expression hardened into an angry stare.
"Last night, I wished I hadn't watched that movie. Now I'm paying for it. Geetha Miss is clearly annoyed with me for not listening. I wonder when she'll arrive, how she'll look at me, and what excuse I'll concoct when I get to tuition this evening. Even though touching her makes her furious, I have to suppress my desires in front of such beauty and focus on my studies. For my own good, to make a good impression on the teacher, I absolutely have to study. There's no other way. She teaches me so well; I can't betray the trust she places in me. I will study. All I want is to be close to her. Today, she's wearing a red net saree. Her waist is visible, though her navel isn't; she wears it high. Yesterday, when I saw her, I thought, 'What luck, God!' How beautiful she was. That cleavage also took my breath away. My pants were practically squirming.
And if that wasn't enough, did she really kiss me, or was it just a dream? I'm still lost in that illusion.
Last night, seeing her thighs in a night robe, looking like vanilla cone ice cream, drove me crazy. She turned towards the board—that back, that waist… it's enough to live just by looking. Just one chance to kiss and lick that back. She's a goddess, a sculpture made of sugar. What can I do? She's annoyed with me today. She's not even looking at me now. She knows I'm looking."
Bharat couldn't tear his gaze away. Geetha, after a single glance, averted her eyes.
"I have to give you a test every day," Geetha announced. "Today, write three problems from the third chapter." She wrote the questions on the board, then sat down. While the students worked, she began taking attendance.
"Pranavi…?"
"Present, Miss."
"Shivani."
"Present, Miss."
"Chandana."
"Present, Teacher."
"Rahul."
"Yes, Miss."
"Kaushik."
"Present, Teacher."
After the test, Geetha slowly walked to the last bench. She stood beside Bharat and placed her hand on his shoulder. Bharat, lost in thought, braced himself for whatever she might say.
"Bharat, collect all the papers from everyone and bring them to the staff room with me," Geetha instructed.
"Okay, Miss," he replied.
He did as told, following Geetha anxiously, wondering what she would say. Once they were in the staff room and he had placed the papers on the table, Geetha sat down. Diwakar was also present. Bharat remained standing, looking vaguely at the air, waiting for her permission to leave. Diwakar soon went out.
She looked up into Bharat's eyes, an angry glint in her gaze.
"Why was Ramya teacher beating you?" Geetha asked.
He lowered his head. "I didn't answer when she asked a question."
She picked up a paper, correcting it with an irritated air. "You should’ve tell her yesterday in tuition that you watched a movie and sniffed Geetha teacher's armpit?"
He remained silent.
"Speak?" Geetha pressed.
"Forgive me, Miss…”
"You took a chance because he was there, thinking I would listen to you," she continued, her voice sharp. "And were you behaving properly? You disturbed me. What about your studies, tell me?"
"I won't do it again, Miss."
"Go…"
"Okay, Miss."
As Bharat turned to step outside, she called out, "Stop." He halted and looked back.
"We need to go to the market in the evening," Geetha said. "Wait near the bakery."
A small smile touched Bharat's lips. "Yes, sure, Miss."
Later that evening, as they walked past the bakery and crossed the road towards the market, Bharat spotted the house with a rose plant on the other side.
"Miss, there's a rose," he said. "Should I get it?"
She turned her neck, narrowed her eyes, and looked at him with annoyance. Despite her expression, he went and plucked it. As he smiled and offered it to her, she pretended to take it, then let it drop. He felt a pang of sadness as the flower fell on road.
"Okay, Miss, I'm going home," Bharat announced.
"No," Geetha replied.
"You're annoyed with me, so why should I be here?" he reasoned. "I'll go."
"So, you're telling me to go alone?" she retorted. "Is that all? Won't you help me?"
Bharat had no answer. He fell into step beside her. In the market, he followed Geetha wherever she went, dutifully carrying the bags of items she handed him. They eventually arrived at Bharat's father's shop, where his father greeted them. Geetha spoke highly of Bharat, praising his studies and good marks, and playfully told his father to keep his phone away. Bharat made a slightly sulky face at that remark. From there, they headed home.
"Miss…" Bharat began.
"Hmm…?"
"What did you do after I left last night?"
"Why do you care?" Geetha’s tone was sharp. "You came for tuition, so act like you came for tuition."
He remained silent for a while, a little chastened. Both were walking on the left footpath, Bharat to her right. As a DCM vehicle passed close by, Geetha instinctively moved closer to Bharat. As he shifted, he placed his left hand on her waist. She flinched slightly.
"Hey, take your hand off!" Geetha exclaimed.
He laughed and removed it.
"Don't increase my anger," she warned.
Not looking directly at her, keeping his gaze straight ahead, Bharat said, "You're not angry with me, Miss. Why do you say that on purpose? If you were really angry, why would you ask me to come?"
"I asked you to come to carry the groceries," Geetha explained.
He laughed. "If you don't pay me for carrying the groceries, I won't carry them."
"So what should I give you?"
"We're in student mode now, right?" Bharat's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I need to switch on puppy mode."
At his impish words, Geetha's lips couldn't help but curve into a faint smile. She pinched his hand.
"Aa…s…ugh, don't pinch me!" he yelped.
"If you overdo it, I won't just change the mode; the entire tuition program will be canceled," she threatened.
"Miss, please, not that," Bharat pleaded. "You yourself said I should study."
"Oh, you remember that?" Geetha challenged. "Then why didn't you remember studying when you wanted to watch a movie yesterday, hero? This morning, Gowtham also said that he might have disturbed your tuition."
"Why are you so serious about just one day?"
"What did your mother ask when you went home yesterday?"
"She asked if I studied and told me to study well."
"What did you say?"
Bharat lowered his head, embarrassed.
"Tell me, what did you say?" Geetha insisted.
"I said I studied."
"See?" Geetha’s voice softened slightly. "You had to lie to your mother. When you come for tuition, you should study at least a little. Instead, you completely pushed your books aside and watched a movie."
"Hmm…"
They reached the supermarket. Geetha went inside to buy oil, sugar, and other necessities. As they navigated the aisles, searching for what they needed, and after passing the third shelf, two women had just walked past them.
In the corner, by the chocolate shelf, Bharat picked up a large Cadbury Dairy Milk.
Showing it to Geetha, Bharat said, "Miss, I'll take one."
"Take it," she replied.
Then, seeing them leave, Bharat came close to Geetha and put his face near her ear.
"Miss, your kiss is sweeter than this."
As he said that, Geetha felt a wave of shyness. Her lips couldn't stop; she smiled. With a shy, suppressed laugh, she whispered, "Stop, that's enough."
He unwrapped the chocolate and took a piece.
"Miss, close your eyes," Bharat instructed.
"Why should I close my eyes now?" Geetha asked.
"Just close them once, I'll tell you."
She stopped, momentarily distracted by a search for a tomato sauce packet. She stood there and closed her eyes. Bharat moved even closer, put his head on her shoulder, buried his face in her neck, and rubbed his nose. Geetha began to feel a dizzying intoxication.
"Hmm… Bharat, you're overdoing it?" she murmured.
He slowly let his lips touch her neck. Geetha's breath became heavy, and she exhaled.
"Haa…"
"Miss, open your mouth," Bharat whispered.
"Aa…"
He placed the piece of chocolate in her mouth. As she tasted it, she closed her mouth and savored it.
"Miss, have you ever had chocolate during a kiss?" Bharat asked.
"Uh-huh…" She shook her head sideways.
"Would you like to try it once?"
Hearing that, she was startled. She opened her eyes and looked back. Bharat smiled mischievously.
"Where did you learn these words, you thief, talking to a teacher like that?" Geetha teased.
He pouted innocently. "What did I say, Miss, that you're talking like that?"
"You said chocolate in a kiss, right?"
"Yes."
"You're being too much, Bharat."
Geetha was undeniably delighted; Bharat could see the shyness dancing in her eyes.
"I asked if you'd try it with Gowtham Sir, is that also too much?" Bharat continued, playing innocent. "I don't know, Miss, you're seeing me too negatively today."
"Come on, let's go," Geetha said, trying to regain her composure.
He held the chocolate with both hands, eating and laughing.
"Come on, take the bag," Geetha urged. "We need to go home, you have to study.”
"I'll carry it only if you pay me," he countered.
"There's no payment, nothing," Geetha said, a hint of steel in her voice. "You told Gowtham Sir you'd do what I said, right? Take it and walk."
Bharat's words had somehow made Geetha's annoyance vanish. She deliberately looked at him with feigned rudeness and headed for the billing counter.
Bharat followed her, still eating chocolate. After they had paid and walked outside, Geetha asked, "Are you going to eat it all yourself? Won't you give me any?"
Bharat took out two pieces and offered them to her.
"You bit it, I don’t take" she complained playfully. "Give me the fresh bottom ones."
Again, he put his face near her ear. "Now it's clear who's overdoing it, Miss." He said that and laughed mockingly. He even pulled back the piece he had given her. Geetha didn't say anything.
He ate half of the chocolate and stopped. After they arrived home, he opened the door, came inside, and put the groceries on the dining table.
"Give me my payment," Bharat demanded.
"I bought you chocolate, that's your payment," Geetha said. "Go, go home, change your clothes, and come back. You have to study."
"Cheating…" he grumbled.
Geetha raised her voice slightly. "What cheating, you? I'm teaching you tuition for free, and you're asking for payment? You go home and come back. If you don't do the problems I told you today, I'll pinch your chest. Have you seen my nails? They'll leave marks."
"Oh no, no, I'll study," he quickly promised.
He put the chocolate on the fridge. "Miss, I put the chocolate there. I'll eat it when I come back. But you shouldn't eat it; it's already got my saliva on it."
Geetha's eyes widened, and she looked at him angrily. He laughed and left.
The door closed with a soft click, an hour after he was due. Geeta, having already changed her saree, watched as he entered, then closed the door again, the redundant action a familiar quirk. He looked at her, his gaze lingering for a moment, then shook his head, a silent sigh of disappointment.
"What is it?" Geeta asked, her voice tinged with a practiced weariness.
Bharat sighed dramatically. "Today, in that red saree, you were a blazing red chili, scorching me. Do you even know how you tease boys?"
"Enough," she retorted, a hint of exasperation in her tone. "You say it every day, and I listen every day."
"Oh, you're still mad at me?" he countered, a playful note in his voice. "Why, Miss? I promise I'll study. We have a social test tomorrow. If you want, ask me questions; I'll even answer them."
"Let's see, let's see, sit down," Geeta conceded, a small smile playing on her lips.
Bharat's foot instinctively turned towards the kitchen. "For chocolate," he announced, already moving.
"That's not going anywhere," Geeta said, her voice firm. "First, grab your books."
He relented, settling down and applying himself diligently to his books. Periodically, Geeta would quiz him. He answered two of her four questions incorrectly, prompting her to make him reread the same sections. Time drifted by. He paused once, breaking the silence.
"Miss, where are you from? I mean native place"
"Karimnagar, dear."
"Miss, our place was also Karimnagar, but after the district division, Vemulawada became a different district. Since coming here, we only go during holidays."
"Oh, so you're from Vemulawada?" Geeta replied, a new interest in her voice.
Bharat laughed, a bright, clear sound. Geeta joined in, their laughter mingling in the quiet room.
"Have you ever been to Rajanna, Miss?" Bharat asked, his eyes sparkling.
"We go every year, dear."
"We too, Miss. We didn't go this time; Mom said we'd go after exams." He shifted, inching closer until their shoulders brushed. Geeta remained silent, a comfortable quiet settling between them.
"Miss, I'll eat chocolate now.”
"Eat," she permitted, her voice soft.
He placed his books on the teapoy and retrieved the chocolate. As he took a piece, cream smeared his fingers. Noticing Geeta's intense gaze, he stopped. "I said I'd give it to you, but you said it was saliva, and now you're looking. Wouldn't it have been better if you bought another one, Miss?"
The top two pieces of chocolate melted, dripping onto his fingers, making them sticky.
"It would have been better if you kept it in the fridge, not on the fridge, dear," Geeta observed, a hint of amusement in her tone. "It's all soft."
"It's nothing, Miss. It'll be over if I eat it," Bharat declared, already popping the piece into his mouth.
Geeta liked that particular chocolate. She usually didn't pay much attention when buying groceries, but seeing Bharat relish it now, a craving stirred within her. She watched his fingers, her mouth watering.
"Hey, dog, give me some!" she demanded playfully.
"Ugh, you said it was saliva; I won't give it," Bharat retorted, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Geeta understood he was teasing her today. She decided to play along, wondering if he'd eventually share. "It's nothing, give it to me, dear. I like Dairy Milk."
He intentionally moved away, laughing. "Uh-uh, I won't give it."
She moved closer. "Pussy, there are only six pieces left. Give me four..." As she reached for the pocket, he laughed, stretching his hand away.
"Give me two pieces at least..." she said, feigning a snap.
"Aha, I'll eat all my labor money myself," he declared triumphantly.
"Won't you give it?"
"No..."
With a swift move, Geeta seized his right hand, still coated in chocolate, and brought his index and middle fingers to her mouth.
Bharat froze, statue-still, his pupils dilating, his gaze fixed on Geeta's lips.
Geeta covered his two fingers with her lips, slowly drew them into her mouth, passionately licked and slurped chocolate with her tongue, then withdrew them, now glistening with her saliva.
Bharat's mind reeled, a whirlwind of confusion and burgeoning desire.
Geeta moved even closer, her eyes now on the chocolate packet.
Bharat couldn't meet her gaze directly, the image of what she had just done burned into his mind.
"Give it," she commanded softly.
With the saliva-covered hand, he took a softened, almost melted piece, and offered it to her mouth. Its cream smeared onto his fingers. She looked at him intensely again, took the piece with her teeth, and held his fingers with her lips. Bharat's trembling fingers slid into her mouth on their own. Her rosy lips, already stained with chocolate cream, deepened to a chocolate color. Saliva welled at the corners of her mouth.
Geeta slurped with a soft "slur" sound. When she withdrew her fingers, they were drenched with saliva.
This time, Bharat leaned in closer. Geeta, with her left hand, buried her fingers in the hair at the back of his head and tightened her grip. He closed his eyes drowsily for a moment, then opened them.
"Feed me.” She purred.
He took another piece and was about to put it in her mouth.
"Wait, put it on my lips, like the cake the other day," she murmured, her voice husky.
Their bodies began to hum with a shared warmth. Bharat was captivated by Geeta's words. He kept looking at her lips, trying to suppress a mischievous smile that threatened to break free.
"Put it..."
"You said it was saliva, Miss."
"I like chocolate."
They both lowered their faces, a shared laugh bubbling between them. Geeta's cheeks flushed a deep red. Bharat smeared his hand with the chocolate from the packet, watching her reaction. He intentionally smeared it on his fingers. Seeing his actions, she smiled shyly.
He took his chocolate-smeared fingers and gently touched and smeared them on her lips. She slurped her two lips inward once, then began to look at Bharat's lips. He came even closer. The excitement between them intensified, their heart rates quickening. Bharat's breath became uneven, a warm sigh caressing her cheek.
"I know you're not angry with me.”
"No..."
He brushed aside the strands of hair falling on Geeta's forehead. Geeta's throat felt dry.
"Hm..."
He waited for Geeta's unspoken permission. Geeta took the packet, smeared it on her fingers, then smeared it on Bharat's lips.
"Puppy, feed me."
Bharat, with his right hand, pressed his thumb on Geeta's left cheek, rubbing cream. As he did, he stabilized his breathing, twisting his nose in front of hers.
Seeing Geeta close her eyes and inhale, he quickly pressed both his lips from the right to her upper lip. Geeta parted her lips, took Bharat's lower lip inside, intertwining with it. She sucked her upper lip and touched it with her tongue. At that moment, a drop of saliva dripped onto the sofa.
Bharat pushed his tongue into her mouth. She accepted it, a soft moan escaping.
"Um... Miss..."
"Eat what's on my lips first."
He moved his tongue vertically over her upper and lower lips, licking.
"Um... wait."
He stopped, looked into her eyes, swallowed his saliva, and as he breathed, Geeta smeared the rest of the chocolate on her mouth.
"Puppy..." she said, inhaling deeply.
"Ha... Miss..." Bharat rubbed his nose against Geeta's cheek and exhaled a warm breath.
With his left hand, he held Geeta's cheek and took her lips. Geeta, opening her mouth again, began to suck Bharat's lips. He started licking her tongue and lips without distinction, a symphony of soft laps filling the air.
Their lips made a "slur slurp" sound, a wet, rhythmic cadence. He sucked her lower lip, kissed the dripping saliva on her cheek, licked it up, then sucked her upper lip again, wetting both lips with saliva, and licked her mouth like a puppy.
After they separated, breathing in unison, Geeta sighed. "Ah..."
They both laughed, a shared, intimate sound.
Leaning forward, she took his lips. While deeply kissing him, she slipped her hand inside Bharat's T-shirt. He tilted his head back, and as she sucked and released his lip, he murmured.
"Miss, should I take off my T-shirt?"
"Hah... Take it off."
Geetha, while going to seventh-grade class, glanced towards the tenth-grade classroom window, her eyes catching a startling sight: Ramya striking Bharat's hand three times with a stick. Bharat, too, noticed Geetha's gaze. For a moment, Geetha's expression hardened into an angry stare.
"Last night, I wished I hadn't watched that movie. Now I'm paying for it. Geetha Miss is clearly annoyed with me for not listening. I wonder when she'll arrive, how she'll look at me, and what excuse I'll concoct when I get to tuition this evening. Even though touching her makes her furious, I have to suppress my desires in front of such beauty and focus on my studies. For my own good, to make a good impression on the teacher, I absolutely have to study. There's no other way. She teaches me so well; I can't betray the trust she places in me. I will study. All I want is to be close to her. Today, she's wearing a red net saree. Her waist is visible, though her navel isn't; she wears it high. Yesterday, when I saw her, I thought, 'What luck, God!' How beautiful she was. That cleavage also took my breath away. My pants were practically squirming.
And if that wasn't enough, did she really kiss me, or was it just a dream? I'm still lost in that illusion.
Last night, seeing her thighs in a night robe, looking like vanilla cone ice cream, drove me crazy. She turned towards the board—that back, that waist… it's enough to live just by looking. Just one chance to kiss and lick that back. She's a goddess, a sculpture made of sugar. What can I do? She's annoyed with me today. She's not even looking at me now. She knows I'm looking."
Bharat couldn't tear his gaze away. Geetha, after a single glance, averted her eyes.
"I have to give you a test every day," Geetha announced. "Today, write three problems from the third chapter." She wrote the questions on the board, then sat down. While the students worked, she began taking attendance.
"Pranavi…?"
"Present, Miss."
"Shivani."
"Present, Miss."
"Chandana."
"Present, Teacher."
"Rahul."
"Yes, Miss."
"Kaushik."
"Present, Teacher."
After the test, Geetha slowly walked to the last bench. She stood beside Bharat and placed her hand on his shoulder. Bharat, lost in thought, braced himself for whatever she might say.
"Bharat, collect all the papers from everyone and bring them to the staff room with me," Geetha instructed.
"Okay, Miss," he replied.
He did as told, following Geetha anxiously, wondering what she would say. Once they were in the staff room and he had placed the papers on the table, Geetha sat down. Diwakar was also present. Bharat remained standing, looking vaguely at the air, waiting for her permission to leave. Diwakar soon went out.
She looked up into Bharat's eyes, an angry glint in her gaze.
"Why was Ramya teacher beating you?" Geetha asked.
He lowered his head. "I didn't answer when she asked a question."
She picked up a paper, correcting it with an irritated air. "You should’ve tell her yesterday in tuition that you watched a movie and sniffed Geetha teacher's armpit?"
He remained silent.
"Speak?" Geetha pressed.
"Forgive me, Miss…”
"You took a chance because he was there, thinking I would listen to you," she continued, her voice sharp. "And were you behaving properly? You disturbed me. What about your studies, tell me?"
"I won't do it again, Miss."
"Go…"
"Okay, Miss."
As Bharat turned to step outside, she called out, "Stop." He halted and looked back.
"We need to go to the market in the evening," Geetha said. "Wait near the bakery."
A small smile touched Bharat's lips. "Yes, sure, Miss."
Later that evening, as they walked past the bakery and crossed the road towards the market, Bharat spotted the house with a rose plant on the other side.
"Miss, there's a rose," he said. "Should I get it?"
She turned her neck, narrowed her eyes, and looked at him with annoyance. Despite her expression, he went and plucked it. As he smiled and offered it to her, she pretended to take it, then let it drop. He felt a pang of sadness as the flower fell on road.
"Okay, Miss, I'm going home," Bharat announced.
"No," Geetha replied.
"You're annoyed with me, so why should I be here?" he reasoned. "I'll go."
"So, you're telling me to go alone?" she retorted. "Is that all? Won't you help me?"
Bharat had no answer. He fell into step beside her. In the market, he followed Geetha wherever she went, dutifully carrying the bags of items she handed him. They eventually arrived at Bharat's father's shop, where his father greeted them. Geetha spoke highly of Bharat, praising his studies and good marks, and playfully told his father to keep his phone away. Bharat made a slightly sulky face at that remark. From there, they headed home.
"Miss…" Bharat began.
"Hmm…?"
"What did you do after I left last night?"
"Why do you care?" Geetha’s tone was sharp. "You came for tuition, so act like you came for tuition."
He remained silent for a while, a little chastened. Both were walking on the left footpath, Bharat to her right. As a DCM vehicle passed close by, Geetha instinctively moved closer to Bharat. As he shifted, he placed his left hand on her waist. She flinched slightly.
"Hey, take your hand off!" Geetha exclaimed.
He laughed and removed it.
"Don't increase my anger," she warned.
Not looking directly at her, keeping his gaze straight ahead, Bharat said, "You're not angry with me, Miss. Why do you say that on purpose? If you were really angry, why would you ask me to come?"
"I asked you to come to carry the groceries," Geetha explained.
He laughed. "If you don't pay me for carrying the groceries, I won't carry them."
"So what should I give you?"
"We're in student mode now, right?" Bharat's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I need to switch on puppy mode."
At his impish words, Geetha's lips couldn't help but curve into a faint smile. She pinched his hand.
"Aa…s…ugh, don't pinch me!" he yelped.
"If you overdo it, I won't just change the mode; the entire tuition program will be canceled," she threatened.
"Miss, please, not that," Bharat pleaded. "You yourself said I should study."
"Oh, you remember that?" Geetha challenged. "Then why didn't you remember studying when you wanted to watch a movie yesterday, hero? This morning, Gowtham also said that he might have disturbed your tuition."
"Why are you so serious about just one day?"
"What did your mother ask when you went home yesterday?"
"She asked if I studied and told me to study well."
"What did you say?"
Bharat lowered his head, embarrassed.
"Tell me, what did you say?" Geetha insisted.
"I said I studied."
"See?" Geetha’s voice softened slightly. "You had to lie to your mother. When you come for tuition, you should study at least a little. Instead, you completely pushed your books aside and watched a movie."
"Hmm…"
They reached the supermarket. Geetha went inside to buy oil, sugar, and other necessities. As they navigated the aisles, searching for what they needed, and after passing the third shelf, two women had just walked past them.
In the corner, by the chocolate shelf, Bharat picked up a large Cadbury Dairy Milk.
Showing it to Geetha, Bharat said, "Miss, I'll take one."
"Take it," she replied.
Then, seeing them leave, Bharat came close to Geetha and put his face near her ear.
"Miss, your kiss is sweeter than this."
As he said that, Geetha felt a wave of shyness. Her lips couldn't stop; she smiled. With a shy, suppressed laugh, she whispered, "Stop, that's enough."
He unwrapped the chocolate and took a piece.
"Miss, close your eyes," Bharat instructed.
"Why should I close my eyes now?" Geetha asked.
"Just close them once, I'll tell you."
She stopped, momentarily distracted by a search for a tomato sauce packet. She stood there and closed her eyes. Bharat moved even closer, put his head on her shoulder, buried his face in her neck, and rubbed his nose. Geetha began to feel a dizzying intoxication.
“What is he doing? Why am I standing still like this?
If he kisses me here, ah…”
"Hmm… Bharat, you're overdoing it?" she murmured.
He slowly let his lips touch her neck. Geetha's breath became heavy, and she exhaled.
"Haa…"
"Miss, open your mouth," Bharat whispered.
"Aa…"
He placed the piece of chocolate in her mouth. As she tasted it, she closed her mouth and savored it.
"Miss, have you ever had chocolate during a kiss?" Bharat asked.
"Uh-huh…" She shook her head sideways.
"Would you like to try it once?"
Hearing that, she was startled. She opened her eyes and looked back. Bharat smiled mischievously.
"Where did you learn these words, you thief, talking to a teacher like that?" Geetha teased.
He pouted innocently. "What did I say, Miss, that you're talking like that?"
"You said chocolate in a kiss, right?"
"Yes."
"You're being too much, Bharat."
Geetha was undeniably delighted; Bharat could see the shyness dancing in her eyes.
"I asked if you'd try it with Gowtham Sir, is that also too much?" Bharat continued, playing innocent. "I don't know, Miss, you're seeing me too negatively today."
“Geetha, you've fallen into his trap. His acting and your shyness match.
Don't talk anymore.”
"Come on, let's go," Geetha said, trying to regain her composure.
He held the chocolate with both hands, eating and laughing.
"Come on, take the bag," Geetha urged. "We need to go home, you have to study.”
"I'll carry it only if you pay me," he countered.
"There's no payment, nothing," Geetha said, a hint of steel in her voice. "You told Gowtham Sir you'd do what I said, right? Take it and walk."
Bharat's words had somehow made Geetha's annoyance vanish. She deliberately looked at him with feigned rudeness and headed for the billing counter.
Bharat followed her, still eating chocolate. After they had paid and walked outside, Geetha asked, "Are you going to eat it all yourself? Won't you give me any?"
Bharat took out two pieces and offered them to her.
"You bit it, I don’t take" she complained playfully. "Give me the fresh bottom ones."
Again, he put his face near her ear. "Now it's clear who's overdoing it, Miss." He said that and laughed mockingly. He even pulled back the piece he had given her. Geetha didn't say anything.
“Naughty fellow, he's saying why would there be
hesitation of saliva in this when there aren't any in a kiss.”
He ate half of the chocolate and stopped. After they arrived home, he opened the door, came inside, and put the groceries on the dining table.
"Give me my payment," Bharat demanded.
"I bought you chocolate, that's your payment," Geetha said. "Go, go home, change your clothes, and come back. You have to study."
"Cheating…" he grumbled.
Geetha raised her voice slightly. "What cheating, you? I'm teaching you tuition for free, and you're asking for payment? You go home and come back. If you don't do the problems I told you today, I'll pinch your chest. Have you seen my nails? They'll leave marks."
"Oh no, no, I'll study," he quickly promised.
He put the chocolate on the fridge. "Miss, I put the chocolate there. I'll eat it when I come back. But you shouldn't eat it; it's already got my saliva on it."
Geetha's eyes widened, and she looked at him angrily. He laughed and left.
The door closed with a soft click, an hour after he was due. Geeta, having already changed her saree, watched as he entered, then closed the door again, the redundant action a familiar quirk. He looked at her, his gaze lingering for a moment, then shook his head, a silent sigh of disappointment.
"What is it?" Geeta asked, her voice tinged with a practiced weariness.
Bharat sighed dramatically. "Today, in that red saree, you were a blazing red chili, scorching me. Do you even know how you tease boys?"
"Enough," she retorted, a hint of exasperation in her tone. "You say it every day, and I listen every day."
"Oh, you're still mad at me?" he countered, a playful note in his voice. "Why, Miss? I promise I'll study. We have a social test tomorrow. If you want, ask me questions; I'll even answer them."
"Let's see, let's see, sit down," Geeta conceded, a small smile playing on her lips.
Bharat's foot instinctively turned towards the kitchen. "For chocolate," he announced, already moving.
"That's not going anywhere," Geeta said, her voice firm. "First, grab your books."
He relented, settling down and applying himself diligently to his books. Periodically, Geeta would quiz him. He answered two of her four questions incorrectly, prompting her to make him reread the same sections. Time drifted by. He paused once, breaking the silence.
"Miss, where are you from? I mean native place"
"Karimnagar, dear."
"Miss, our place was also Karimnagar, but after the district division, Vemulawada became a different district. Since coming here, we only go during holidays."
"Oh, so you're from Vemulawada?" Geeta replied, a new interest in her voice.
Bharat laughed, a bright, clear sound. Geeta joined in, their laughter mingling in the quiet room.
"Have you ever been to Rajanna, Miss?" Bharat asked, his eyes sparkling.
"We go every year, dear."
"We too, Miss. We didn't go this time; Mom said we'd go after exams." He shifted, inching closer until their shoulders brushed. Geeta remained silent, a comfortable quiet settling between them.
"Miss, I'll eat chocolate now.”
"Eat," she permitted, her voice soft.
He placed his books on the teapoy and retrieved the chocolate. As he took a piece, cream smeared his fingers. Noticing Geeta's intense gaze, he stopped. "I said I'd give it to you, but you said it was saliva, and now you're looking. Wouldn't it have been better if you bought another one, Miss?"
The top two pieces of chocolate melted, dripping onto his fingers, making them sticky.
"It would have been better if you kept it in the fridge, not on the fridge, dear," Geeta observed, a hint of amusement in her tone. "It's all soft."
"It's nothing, Miss. It'll be over if I eat it," Bharat declared, already popping the piece into his mouth.
Geeta liked that particular chocolate. She usually didn't pay much attention when buying groceries, but seeing Bharat relish it now, a craving stirred within her. She watched his fingers, her mouth watering.
"Hey, dog, give me some!" she demanded playfully.
"Ugh, you said it was saliva; I won't give it," Bharat retorted, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Geeta understood he was teasing her today. She decided to play along, wondering if he'd eventually share. "It's nothing, give it to me, dear. I like Dairy Milk."
He intentionally moved away, laughing. "Uh-uh, I won't give it."
She moved closer. "Pussy, there are only six pieces left. Give me four..." As she reached for the pocket, he laughed, stretching his hand away.
"Give me two pieces at least..." she said, feigning a snap.
"Aha, I'll eat all my labor money myself," he declared triumphantly.
"Won't you give it?"
"No..."
With a swift move, Geeta seized his right hand, still coated in chocolate, and brought his index and middle fingers to her mouth.
Bharat froze, statue-still, his pupils dilating, his gaze fixed on Geeta's lips.
Geeta covered his two fingers with her lips, slowly drew them into her mouth, passionately licked and slurped chocolate with her tongue, then withdrew them, now glistening with her saliva.
Bharat's mind reeled, a whirlwind of confusion and burgeoning desire.
Geeta moved even closer, her eyes now on the chocolate packet.
Bharat couldn't meet her gaze directly, the image of what she had just done burned into his mind.
"Give it," she commanded softly.
With the saliva-covered hand, he took a softened, almost melted piece, and offered it to her mouth. Its cream smeared onto his fingers. She looked at him intensely again, took the piece with her teeth, and held his fingers with her lips. Bharat's trembling fingers slid into her mouth on their own. Her rosy lips, already stained with chocolate cream, deepened to a chocolate color. Saliva welled at the corners of her mouth.
Geeta slurped with a soft "slur" sound. When she withdrew her fingers, they were drenched with saliva.
This time, Bharat leaned in closer. Geeta, with her left hand, buried her fingers in the hair at the back of his head and tightened her grip. He closed his eyes drowsily for a moment, then opened them.
"Feed me.” She purred.
He took another piece and was about to put it in her mouth.
"Wait, put it on my lips, like the cake the other day," she murmured, her voice husky.
Their bodies began to hum with a shared warmth. Bharat was captivated by Geeta's words. He kept looking at her lips, trying to suppress a mischievous smile that threatened to break free.
"Put it..."
"You said it was saliva, Miss."
"I like chocolate."
They both lowered their faces, a shared laugh bubbling between them. Geeta's cheeks flushed a deep red. Bharat smeared his hand with the chocolate from the packet, watching her reaction. He intentionally smeared it on his fingers. Seeing his actions, she smiled shyly.
He took his chocolate-smeared fingers and gently touched and smeared them on her lips. She slurped her two lips inward once, then began to look at Bharat's lips. He came even closer. The excitement between them intensified, their heart rates quickening. Bharat's breath became uneven, a warm sigh caressing her cheek.
"I know you're not angry with me.”
"No..."
He brushed aside the strands of hair falling on Geeta's forehead. Geeta's throat felt dry.
"Hm..."
He waited for Geeta's unspoken permission. Geeta took the packet, smeared it on her fingers, then smeared it on Bharat's lips.
"Puppy, feed me."
Bharat, with his right hand, pressed his thumb on Geeta's left cheek, rubbing cream. As he did, he stabilized his breathing, twisting his nose in front of hers.
Seeing Geeta close her eyes and inhale, he quickly pressed both his lips from the right to her upper lip. Geeta parted her lips, took Bharat's lower lip inside, intertwining with it. She sucked her upper lip and touched it with her tongue. At that moment, a drop of saliva dripped onto the sofa.
Bharat pushed his tongue into her mouth. She accepted it, a soft moan escaping.
"Um... Miss..."
"Eat what's on my lips first."
He moved his tongue vertically over her upper and lower lips, licking.
"Um... wait."
He stopped, looked into her eyes, swallowed his saliva, and as he breathed, Geeta smeared the rest of the chocolate on her mouth.
"Puppy..." she said, inhaling deeply.
"Ha... Miss..." Bharat rubbed his nose against Geeta's cheek and exhaled a warm breath.
With his left hand, he held Geeta's cheek and took her lips. Geeta, opening her mouth again, began to suck Bharat's lips. He started licking her tongue and lips without distinction, a symphony of soft laps filling the air.
Their lips made a "slur slurp" sound, a wet, rhythmic cadence. He sucked her lower lip, kissed the dripping saliva on her cheek, licked it up, then sucked her upper lip again, wetting both lips with saliva, and licked her mouth like a puppy.
After they separated, breathing in unison, Geeta sighed. "Ah..."
They both laughed, a shared, intimate sound.
Leaning forward, she took his lips. While deeply kissing him, she slipped her hand inside Bharat's T-shirt. He tilted his head back, and as she sucked and released his lip, he murmured.
"Miss, should I take off my T-shirt?"
"Hah... Take it off."
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