Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

10. Melting Point

The following day, the staff room buzzed with the lunchtime rush. An expansive eight-foot-long, three-foot-wide table, encircled by sixteen chairs, dominated the space. On the second chair to the right of the door, a small world of Geetha's belongings lay: four books, a stack of test papers, her handbag, and, beside it, the yellow lid of a tiffin box. From the open box, a solitary lump of curry-mixed rice beckoned. Geetha, spoon poised, was just about to take a mouthful when a human shadow fell across her face.

Her gaze drifted to the doorway. There stood Vikas, a tall, slender figure with silky hair, his hands clasped behind his back, his right shoulder subtly pushed forward. He stared at the floor, seemingly oblivious to Geetha's presence. Beside him, a more robust figure, Bharat, stood at Vikas's eye level. Red with short, somewhat unruly hair, a mischievous smile played on his lips as his eyes fixed on Geetha's neck.

At their appearance, Geetha's eyes narrowed. She quickly replaced the tiffin lid, closed the box, and lifted her chin in defiance. "What are you two doing here?" she demanded.

Bharat's hand found the door handle next to him, his index finger idly twisting. "Miss, for the movie?" he ventured.

"When?" Geetha asked, her tone still sharp.

Vikas then shifted forward slightly, his shoulder brushing against Bharat's. "Evening, Miss," he offered.

"Okay," Geetha replied, a hint of resignation in her voice.

Bharat, his gaze unwavering and a smile still playing on his lips, pressed, "Miss will come, right?"

A faint flush touched Geetha's cheeks. "I said okay, now go to class," she said, a trace of shyness in her voice.

After Vikas and Bharat had departed for their class, Harish approached Vikas. "Is it okay?" Harish asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yes..." Vikas replied, a thoughtful pause before the word.

Harish considered calling Vandana to discuss the matter, but ultimately decided against it. He reasoned it was better if their classmates remained unaware, and so, he remained silent.


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The car, precisely at six twenty in the evening, pulled up before the grand theatre. Bharath, already by the hall entrance with Harish, Kaushik, and Vikas, recognized Geetha's vehicle immediately. He swiftly moved towards her, waving her through the gate. Once inside, Ramya emerged from the car. She was resplendent in a grey Jamdani cotton saree with a delicate black border, a perfect complement to her fair complexion. Her pallu, dbangd loosely, seemed to merely graze her ample bosom, threatening to slip with the slightest breeze. A plain black long-sleeved blouse, bead earrings, thin black clay bangles, and flat sandals completed her ensemble. As she adjusted her pallu, Vikas's gaze lingered on her breasts, filled with undisguised longing.

"I'll sit next to teacher," Kaushik declared, staking his claim.

"I'll sit!" Vikas countered.

"Please, let me sit," Kaushik pleaded.

"Okay," Vikas conceded, a sly grin playing on his lips, "I'll sit for the first half, and you can sit for the second half."

Kaushik grunted in reluctant agreement.

Harish, observing their antics, remarked, "You didn't come to watch a movie."

"We came to watch the movie with Miss," Vikas corrected him, his eyes still on Ramya.

Bharath chuckled, a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. His gaze was fixed on car . Geetha locked the car, emerging from the driver's side, and deftly dusted the pleats of her cream Chanderi saree with a red border before walking towards them.

Fair-skinned, her hair neatly parted, and her lips a vibrant Mandaram red, Geetha's presence seemed to glow with the sparkle of a sunset. Small stud earrings, a delicate gold chain intertwined with her mangalsutra, a watch with a beaded strap on one wrist, and four red designer bangles on the other adorned her. Her slightly elevated sandals added a subtle grace to her stride, her hips swaying in wide, captivating curves.

As Bharath watched, captivated, Geetha reached Ramya. As the two women approached, a fleeting glimpse of Geetha's milky white waist beneath her pallu sent shivers through the waiting boys. They stiffened, their anticipation palpable, like children eagerly awaiting the arrival of an ice cream cart.

Reaching the boys, who stood near the fence by the theatre entry, Geetha noticed the absence of Vandana and the others. "Where are Vandana and Lavanya?" she inquired.

The four boys, however, were oblivious to their surroundings, their eyes fixed on the alluring curves of their beautiful teachers. Vikas and Kaushik remained fixated on Ramya's oranges, while Harish and Bharath were lost in the captivating allure of Geetha's "rosy lips".

"I'm asking you, has Vandana not arrived yet?" Geetha pressed, a hint of impatience in her voice.

Harish blinked twice, regaining his composure. "They're coming, Miss," he stammered, "they're a bit late."

"Hmm," Geetha acknowledged, then moved to stand next to Bharath. He leaned slightly towards her ear.

"Miss, your lips are glowing," Bharath whispered, his voice laced with admiration.

Geetha giggled, a blush creeping up her neck. "Stop it," she admonished playfully.

Before Bharath could utter another word, Vandana, Chandana, and Lavanya entered through the gate together.

"Ah, they've arrived, let's go," Harish announced.

"Did you get the tickets?" Ramya asked.

"Miss, we got them before you arrived," Kaushik replied, puffing out his chest with pride.

As Vandana and the others approached, they greeted Geetha and Ramya with folded hands. Kaushik presented the tickets to the usher, and they were granted entry.

Ascending the balcony stairs, Vikas chimed, "It's not too late, the show starts in five minutes."

Inside, they turned right, making their way to row A. Some seats in the middle of the row were already occupied. Kaushik went ahead, checked their designated seats, and called out to them. As everyone drew closer, they realized their seats were at the very end of the row.

"What's this, why did you take seats like this?" Ramya complained, a frown creasing her brow. "It would have been better to take seats in the middle of another row."

"Well, Miss," Vikas explained, "we didn't book online, did we? We just told that uncle we wanted seats in A, and he gave them like this."

Everyone decided to make do. Seeing two men at the very end of their row where their seat numbers ended, Ramya asked Kaushik to sit next to them. Geetha, simply wishing for everyone to be comfortable, went ahead and settled into seat number one. Bharath noticed this.

"Miss, why are you going to the corner? Come here," Bharath urged.

"It's okay, Bharath, you sit," Geetha insisted.

Undeterred, Bharath went to Geetha, motioned for her to sit in seat two, and took seat one himself. Chandana then sat next to Geetha. As they settled, the advertisements began, and the lights dimmed.

"Anyway, he sat next to Miss," Vikas whispered conspiratorially in Harish's ear.

Harish chuckled in response. Lavanya looked at them, curiosity piqued.

"Why are you laughing?" Lavanya inquired.

"Nothing," Harish replied, stifling his laughter.

Vikas stood behind Ramya and whispered in her ear, "Miss, sit next to me."

Ramya agreed, settling into the seat beside him.

From the screen towards the projector, the group was seated in this order, right to left: Bharath, Geetha, Chandana, Lavanya, Vandana, Harish, Ramya, Vikas, Kaushik.

Vandana and Lavanya were engrossed in their conversation, while Vikas was gazing intently at Ramya, who returned his gaze. The blare of the advertisements swallowed their whispers, making them inaudible to the others.

"Miss, thanks," Vikas murmured.

"For what?" Ramya asked.

"Nothing, just to sit next to you," Vikas replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"Hmm," Ramya hummed.

Then Kaushik leaned over and called Ramya. "Miss, you could sit between the two of us, couldn't you?"

"Uh-uh," Ramya demurred.

"Why not, Miss?" Vikas pressed.

"We're already sitting, why change?" Ramya reasoned.

"Miss, you chat with both of us, but you'll only watch the movie with me?" Vikas's voice took on a theatrical note of hurt. "He's feeling bad."

"Vikas, it wouldn't look good if I got up now," Ramya said, a slight flush on her cheeks.

"Miss, then you have to sit next to me in the second half," Kaushik asserted.

"Okay," Ramya conceded.

Meanwhile, Harish initiated a conversation with Vandana.

"Will there be comedy in the movie?" Vandana asked.

"Yes, that's what's playing now," Harish replied. "We came for this because the talk is it's good."

"Oh, okay," Vandana said.

"Can I tell you something and you do it?" Harish inquired, his voice dropping slightly.

"What?" Vandana's eyebrows rose.

"Watch the movie but don't look our way, okay?" Harish instructed.

"Why?"

"Don't ask why, just don't look, okay? For my sake," he pleaded.

"But why?" Vandana persisted.

"I'll tell you later," Harish promised. "You'll listen to me, won't you? Don't look, if anything, ask me."

"Okay," Vandana agreed, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

Harish finished his conversation with Vandana, then turned and snapped his fingers, signaling to Vikas.

The show began. Everyone was engrossed. After the credits rolled and the movie started, a natural eagerness to watch settled over them. They had, after all, come for a movie.

After a while, Bharath subtly extended his left hand onto the armrest, his fingers brushing against Geetha's. Geetha, unsure if it was intentional or accidental, chose to ignore it. He then leaned a bit closer, his shoulder gently touching hers. She looked at him. He met her gaze, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

Geetha leaned back slightly, resting her head on the seat. Bharath tilted his neck, bringing his mouth level with her ear.

"Miss, what have you put on your lips?" he whispered.

"Lipstick," Geetha replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"You see those couple seats in the front?" Bharath continued.

"Hmm," Geetha murmured.

"Do you think anyone would lip-kiss there?" he ventured, his tone conspiratorial.

"Stupid," Geetha chastised him softly. "What thoughts are those? Watch the movie."

He lifted his hand, intertwining his fingers with Geetha's. 

“I expected this already.”

"Miss, genuinely," Bharath pressed on, "couples come to movies, but some people romance."

‘Is he even thinking he's talking to me, or...’

Geetha pinched Bharath's hand. "What are you talking to me about?"

"Nothing, Miss. You sitting like that with Gautam Sir in the movie theatre..."

Geetha blushed, her shoulders shaking with a suppressed laugh. "Tell me, Miss, did you?" Bharath prodded.

"About the movie," Geetha interjected, trying to steer the conversation. "Watch it, don't talk."

"Did you wear a saree like this or some other dress?" he persisted.

"Shut up," Geetha whispered, a playful exasperation in her voice. "Listen, look over there."

Without a moment's hesitation, Bharath kissed her ear. Geetha's grip on his hand tightened. 

‘What is he doing today?’

He took her earring into his mouth and sucked on it. 

Geetha tried to pull away, moving her head back, her eyes attempting to discern his face in the dim light of the movie. She pushed his hand off the armrest. He rested his head on her shoulder. Geetha leaned back once more.

"Miss, I'm very lucky today," Bharath declared.

"Why?" Geetha asked.

"Because I'm watching a movie with you," he replied simply.

"Hmm," Geetha hummed.

Slowly, he moved his face near her shoulder and inhaled deeply. 

She gently pushed his face away with her hand. He once again delicately held her blouse sleeve and kissed underneath. 

Geetha felt a delightful tingle. Since she didn't object, he took her hand, placed her index finger in his mouth, and began sucking it. 

Geetha found herself unable to say no. She thought he was doing it because he believed she liked it. She closed her eyes.

He sucked and licked each finger, then released them. Geetha, lost in a wave of ecstasy, pretended to watch the movie, her eyes open, her body still as a statue. 

After licking her fingers, he kissed her knuckle. She leaned a little towards Bharath.

"Is this why you came?" Geetha whispered.

"Miss, if you hadn't come, I wouldn't have," Bharath confessed.

Just then, he let go, sensing that Chandana might be looking. Geetha found his caution amusing.

A few minutes later, he took her hand again. She pulled it away, freeing herself. Suddenly, he buried his face in her neck. Geetha felt a sudden jolt but managed to control herself. He opened his mouth at the back of her neck and bit her with both lips. Suppressing a moan, she grabbed Bharath's chin, stopping him.

"Miss, just once, please, Miss," Bharath pleaded.

"Bharath, watch the movie silently," Geetha urged.

"Miss, you kiss me at home, don't you? No one's watching here. Can't you give me one kiss?" he persisted.

"Chandana is next to us, puppy," Geetha whispered, a hint of softness in her voice.

"Just one second, Miss, that's all. Your lips look so good today," Bharath wheedled.

"No," Geetha stated firmly.

"Okay, Miss," Bharath conceded.


I told him ‘no’, and he fell silent. He truly hated to bother me. I let the silence hang between us for a while, even as the movie played on, a rather comedic one. I watched it, but a part of me felt like I'd let him down. Sometimes, the things I do, even if they leave a faint unease within me, also awaken new desires. My body, as a woman, finds itself unable to resist a man's presence.

Yesterday, Shiva. How striking he looked. It's true, some men possess a gaze that can truly captivate women. I used to think such men only existed as heroes on screen, but after seeing him yesterday, I forgot I was even married. Perhaps it was my husband's absence, or maybe the desires stirring within me, but the moment he held my waist, an immense passion ignited. That grip – it was incredible. In that instant, I knew my body craved such a hold. I never cared if Gautam felt pity for me or if he was gentle; he simply never held me with that fierce, almost predatory, intensity.

A part of me, deep down, felt a strange yearning to experience fierce passion, just for one day. I couldn't tell if these were wild fantasies or if my own lust had intensified from overthinking.

Sometimes, as a woman, I feel a pang of guilt for having such thoughts, but then another part of me relishes the transgression. My desire for rough intimacy with my husband is growing stronger. I'm still unsure what I feel for Bharath, and honestly, I don't want to know. With each passing day, I find it harder to control the heat within me. There's a voice inside, urging me to kiss him. And if I refuse, the coldness of the night only intensifies.


As Geetha was lost in her thoughts, Bharath again touched her ear with his lips. She jolted slightly.

"Miss, I want to sleep with you tonight," he whispered.

“What is he saying? It feels like he's saying something else to me.”

"Hey, let me watch the movie," Geetha tried to deflect.

"Miss, for the puppy, please, Miss. Take me home tonight. Miss, I want to be with you," he pleaded, his voice earnest.

"Don't talk about all that now, be quiet, watch the movie," Geetha conceded, a hint of something more in her tone. "After it's over, okay?"


Meanwhile, as Ramya was absorbed in the movie, Vikas, with his arms crossed, subtly reached his left hand to her side, touching her left boob. In response to his touch, her breasts hardened. Feeling a surge of lust, she leaned slightly towards Vikas.

Vikas moved his fingers further onto her boob and pressed. Ramya turned her head and whispered in Vikas's ear, "Shhh... Take your hand off, Vikas."

"Miss, when you showed me on the video call the other day, I wanted to touch them," Vikas confessed.

"That was a call," Ramya whispered back.

"Miss, you're not seeing us as students here, are you?" Vikas pressed. "What's the problem with sitting between us?"

"It's not that..." Ramya began, but her words trailed off as he placed his hand firmly over her breast. She gasped suddenly, her lips pursed, silencing her.

"Miss, put both our hands on your oranges," Vikas murmured, his voice husky. "The hall is dark..." he said, then squeezed once.

"Mmm... A call is different, this is different. Take your hand off," Ramya insisted, a tremor in her voice.

He softly squeezed her breast with his fingers. She instinctively put her hand on the armrest to prevent her body from jolting.

"How did you grow them so much, Miss?" Vikas whispered, his voice filled with genuine wonder. "Don't you know how good they are?"

"Mmm..." Ramya responded, a barely audible sound.

He moved the pallu aside, then pinched and kneaded her nipple.

"Shhh... Vikas, that's enough," Ramya breathed.

"It's not enough, Miss, tell me," Vikas countered. "The second half is another hour. Sit between us. Let's all three enjoy."

"Okay, now take your hand off, something might happen," Ramya conceded, her voice strained.

"Miss, then you have to sit next to me in the second half," Kaushik chimed in, having overheard the conversation.

"Okay," Ramya agreed.

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The interval brought a temporary lull, and Kaushik, Vikas, and Lavanya seized the opportunity to step out for snacks. A couple of minutes later, Chandana excused herself, heading towards the toilets. A few seats away, Vandana and Harish were engrossed in a hushed conversation of their own.

Meanwhile, Bharat, with a slow, deliberate motion, slid his left hand along the armrest. His fingers traced a path down Geetha's back, two of them gently making contact with her lower spine. 

Geetha, feigning indignation, widened her eyes at him. As he playfully twisted fingers, a shiver ran through her, and she subtly writhed in her seat.

"Mmm… What is it? Why are you always touching me…?" Geetha threatened, though a hint of amusement played on her lips.

Bharat, caught off guard, swiftly retracted his hand. "Excuse me, Miss…" he began, but before he could finish, Geetha flashed him a playful, toothy grin.

"Why do you threaten me like that, Miss?" he asked, a smile tugging at his own lips now.

Geetha’s response was quick, delivered with mock severity. "If puppy touches me at home, I don't say anything, but not here, okay? Stay calm."

Bharat leaned in conspiratorially. "Miss, if you promise not to scold me, I'll tell you something."

Geetha hummed in ascent, clearly intrigued.

"Our tuition time is over today, and you haven't given me a kiss yet," Bharat declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

At his words, Geetha’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly turned her face away, a shy smile escaping her.

Just then, the snack brigade returned. Chandana, holding a large popcorn, took what Kaushik handed her. She passed one Coke to Bharat and another to Geetha, then settled into her seat, offering a smaller pack of popcorn to Bharat. "Miss, let's share this between us."

Bharat, however, politely declined, returning the popcorn to Geetha. "I don't want it, Miss. You take it."

"Take it, what happened?" Chandana insisted, confused.

"I don't like it. You eat it. The cool drink is enough," Bharat reiterated.

Geetha, holding the popcorn in one hand, took Bharat's Coke and placed it in the cup holder facing him. "Will you get chips instead?" she offered, her eyes sparkling.

The soft glow of the movie screen cast shifting shadows as Bharath turned, and Geetha, with a mischievous glint in her eye, leaned in close. 

"Not chips," he whispered, his breath warm against Geetha's ear, "I want your lips, Miss." 

Then, a feather-light brush of his lips just below her ear sent a flush across Geetha's cheeks, turning them the color of soft roses. With another shy smile, she playfully pinched Bharat's hand, a sudden, firm squeeze that made him quickly pull away before anyone noticed.

As the pre-movie buzz subsided, a hush fell over the theater. Geetha, having drained her coke, set the empty cup in the holder. In a blink, Bharat swapped their drinks, his lips already on her straw, savoring her untouched coke. Geetha stared, aghast. 

‘What should I do now? 

I can't even open my mouth. 

He took mine and made it his taste.’

 She shot him a fiery glare, but Bharat only grinned, a triumphant laugh bubbling up.

With a defiant pout, Geetha took the offered coke, her shimmering lips tracing the curve where his had been, drinking the coke now mingled with his saliva. Bharat watched her, his gaze intense, and she felt her eyelids tremble in response. A shared, shyly mischievous smile bloomed between them. 

‘What is it with this boy? 

All his actions are mischievous.’

Leaning back into the plush seats, they surrendered to the unfolding story on screen. Time slipped away, the world outside fading as they lost themselves in the movie's embrace. 

Then, a beautiful, romantic song began, weaving its spell.

The scene unfolded: the hero, in a flower garden, kissed the heroine's belly as she lay amidst the blossoms. His lips then traced a path upwards, gently touching her nose, before settling on her neck, making her eyes flutter shut in shy delight. 

In the next shot, he lifted her, spun her in a joyous circle, lowered her into a tender embrace, and kissed her neck again before descending further to kiss her cleavage. 

Geetha's eyes flickered to Bharat, who quickly averted his gaze, as if caught in the act of watching her.

The heroine ran, he pursued, stopping her against a wall. His arms wrapped around her, he pulled the string of her blouse from behind, kissing her back, teasing her cheek until she playfully escaped. Then, she swung on a swing, leaning back, her saree pallu absent, her cleavage fully revealed, captivating the audience with her beauty. A prickle of discomfort stirred within Geetha. Next to her, Bharat's gaze was fixed, rapt.

As the scene continued, the hero held the heroine by her waist, their lips drawing closer, eyes locked in longing. 

The image brought Shiva back to Geetha's mind, and a surge of playfulness made her bite her lip. 

The hero then cupped the heroine's face, their lips finally meeting in a passionate kiss. 

Seeing this, Bharat turned his head, his eyes meeting Geetha's, a slow smile spreading across his face. Geetha, overcome with shyness, hid her face.

Moments later, Bharat leaned in, his face close to her shoulder, his gaze fixed on her. 

Sensing his closeness, Geetha tilted her neck just so, and in a swift, unexpected move, kissed his forehead. He stiffened, startled. When he looked up, she gave him a mischievous wink. He moved up, his warm breath caressing the skin below her neck.

"Miss," Bharat whispered, "did you like doing this, watching a movie with me?"

Geetha nodded, a shy smile gracing her lips. Bharat glanced at his friends, their attention unwavering on the screen. Slowly, his left hand found hers, lifting it gently, making her head tilt back. Geetha looked at him, a questioning arch to her brow. Bharat brought a finger to his lips. "Shhh," he mouthed. "Miss, you watch the movie silently; don't move."

Though she didn't quite understand, Geetha acquiesced, settling back with her hand behind her head, her eyes returning to the screen. Bharat moved lower, leaning his body to the left, slipping under Geetha's armpit. He scanned their surroundings, and finding no prying eyes, he opened his mouth and, on her blouse, licked her armpit wet patch.

A shiver of ticklishness ran through Geetha, making her sway slightly. She turned her neck to glance at Bharat, whose eyes, full of playful mischief, met hers. A soft laugh escaped her, quickly suppressed as she feigned disinterest.

As Geetha's subtle signal gave consent, Bharat buried his face, sniffing her armpit like a mad dog, then kissing it, arousing a deeper longing within her. She placed her hand on his head, pressing down lightly. He tugged at her blouse with his lips, his tongue flicking, tickling her. 

Unable to bear it, a giggle threatening to erupt, she quickly lowered her hand, pushing him away with her elbow. With her arms still folded, the skin in her armpit folds, raw and cool from Bharat's tongue, sent a hot tremor of desire through her.

After she folded her hands, he bit and pulled the soft white flesh under her blouse sleeve with his lips. An electric shock coursed through Geetha's hand.

Then, he pulled back, settling back to watch the movie. Geetha understood; he had stopped because it wouldn't look good if someone saw them.