29-07-2025, 09:54 PM
Bharath:-
My affection for Geetha Miss and my eagerness to touch her had set off a chain of events I never could have predicted. Initially, the very idea of being with Miss Geeta was my sole motivation for tuition. I'm still not sure how she did it—whether it was her unique way of teaching or simply the fact that no one had ever patiently guided me through my studies quite like her—but she ignited an interest in learning I never knew I possessed. I, the king of procrastination when it came to books, was now genuinely eager to study.
In the beginning, my efforts were purely for her. She'd draw me close, guiding my hand through math problems, and I'd pretend to be engrossed in the subject, all the while simply reveling in her proximity. But somewhere along the line, something shifted. The higher my marks climbed, the more my own enthusiasm for studying blossomed.
Yesterday, my mind was consumed with thoughts of the upcoming pre-finals challenge. What could I ask Miss Geeta that wouldn't upset her? It was a delicate balance; while I felt a surprising comfort with her, our interactions had already strayed further than I'd ever imagined. A part of me craved more, yet I was utterly clueless about her true feelings. Each day, her beauty captivated me anew, and the memory of kissing her lips was a constant, almost surreal blessing. As our time together stretched on, a nagging question surfaced: why was she like this with me? Was it the distance from Gautam Sir, or simply a playful facet of her nature, indulging in mischievous moments with a boy like me? I had no answers.
Lost in this labyrinth of thoughts, Anil Sir's arrival jolted me back to reality. He gestured for silence, an immediate signal that something important was about to be announced.
"As you all know," Anil Sir began, his voice cutting through the hushed room, "your final board exams will be held from March 27th to April 12th. You've all been attending morning classes since last month. From now on, there will be evening classes too. Starting tomorrow, you need to come at 7 AM. Those who want to go home for lunch can, but you must be back in college by 1:30 PM, and classes will be until 7 PM."
‘What? Until 7 PM?’ My mind reeled. ‘I go to Miss Geeta's tuition at 6 PM. So, will there be tuition or not? Fuck... no. Did I even hear that correctly?’
Vikas, sitting beside me, echoed my disbelief in a hushed whisper, "Until seven, he said. Does that mean we have to stay in college for twelve hours?"
As if that wasn't enough, Anil Sir continued, "Look, there are no festivals now, and no holidays either."
From the other side of the room, Lavanya's hand shot up. "Sir, no holiday even on Sunday?" She voiced the question that hung heavy in the air for all of us.
Until recently, even with morning classes, Sunday had been our sanctuary. A sinking feeling told me that luxury was now gone. Sir's curt "Hmm... yes" confirmed our fears.
A question bubbled to my lips, but I swallowed it. I'd finally managed to avoid getting scolded lately, and I wasn't about to risk it now. But as if reading my mind, Anil Sir addressed our unspoken concern.
"Sunday revision classes will be from 9 AM to 1 PM. Don't skip Sunday; come and study. If you study well in these twenty days, everything will be remembered correctly until the exams. Pre-finals are next week. I'll see what your marks are like this time." He cast a stern, warning glance over us.
That was it. The realization hit me like a physical blow: tuition with Miss Geeta was gone. I’d have to study here, at college, and then at home. A fresh wave of dread washed over me as I imagined Miss would say that no need of coming to her home anymore.
-
I went to Geeta Miss's house in the evening.
As usual, I went inside, placed my bag on the table, and looked into the kitchen. She was standing there, her saree tucked into her waist, seemingly lost in thought. But how beautiful she was! No matter how many times I think it, it's not enough; however you look at her, she's incredibly, maddeningly beautiful. Even now, looking at that visible, inch-wide white waist, I felt like going and holding her. I wanted to kiss her neck, smell her, and just stay like that.
But I didn't know what to do if I went over there now. "Why bother," I thought, and sat on the sofa, picking up a book.
Bharat’s eyes, once fixed on his book, were now distant. Geeta, meanwhile, returned with two cups of steaming tea. As he looked up and saw her, a gentle smile touched his lips.
“Good evening miss,” he murmured, and she reciprocated the greeting.
“Miss, didn’t you drink earlier?” Bharat inquired.
Wiping her brow with the edge of her saree, Geeta settled beside him. “It got late after I came and finished the chores.”
“Oh, I see,” Bharat replied, taking a silent sip of his tea. Geeta watched him, her own cup warming her hands, a private thought blooming in her mind.
A soft chuckle escaped her, her gaze still on Bharat.
He finished his tea, placed the cup aside, and turned the pages of his book. “Thanks, Miss.”
“Is there anything else you don’t understand?” Geeta prodded. “Did you practice the three theorems I told you about last time?”
“I did, Miss,” he replied, his eyes still glued to the book.
“There’s nothing for me to explain, right? Ask if you have doubts.”
“Hmm…” Bharat’s response was subdued, and Geeta noticed his somber mood. She understood why; the college’s decision was beyond their control, and she couldn't keep him for tuition past seven, let alone late into the night.
She shifted closer, her hand gently resting on his shoulder from behind, her eyes following the lines of his textbook. Bharat seemed oblivious, continuing to read.
Fifteen minutes drifted by in comfortable silence – he reading, she with her hand on his shoulder, her other hand idly scrolling on her phone. He didn’t glance at her once.
Another ten minutes passed before he finally turned his head.
“Miss, Miss,” he began, “ask me anything from this lesson, I’ll tell you.”
“No need to ask,” Geeta countered. “Just take a paper. I’ll give you three questions; write them down now and give them to me. Let’s see.”
He produced a pad of paper and handed it to her. Geeta quickly scribbled three questions on it, then returned the pad. “Write one for ten marks.”
“Okay, Miss.”
Geeta found herself with nothing to do. Her chores were all done – the kitchen, laundry, house cleaning, all completed before Bharat’s arrival. Watching TV would disturb his studies.
Pondering her options, she picked up his book and began reviewing the answers to the questions she’d given him, knowing she’d have to correct them soon anyway.
Bharat finished writing and handed her the pad. She corrected them on the spot. “Hey, you blockhead, Napoleon Bonaparte was from France, not Italy! What did you study?”
“I don’t know, Miss. I can’t seem to remember who is from which country.”
“You have to read it again and again. It’s useless if you write Italy instead of France in the first line, even if the rest of the answer is correct. It’s not me who’ll be correcting it there; they’ll just strike out the whole answer without even looking at it, just seeing the first line. Think a little when you’re writing.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“The others are well written. Read about Napoleon again.”
“Okay, Miss…”
A few more minutes passed, but Bharat could no longer hold back the question nagging at him. He moved closer, leaning his head on her shoulder, and asked softly, a hint of sadness in his voice. “Miss, will there be no tuition from tomorrow?”
As he spoke, a pang of sadness echoed in Geeta’s own heart. For so long, they had been together every day; she had taught him, and their closeness had blossomed to the point of intimacy. An urge to pull him closer welled within her.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and drew him in. His face found a resting place in the hollow of her neck, and her soft breasts brushed against his chest. He inhaled her fragrance, a soft “Ah…” escaping his lips.
“Yes, it will be difficult to have tuition from tomorrow.”
“Miss, even on Sunday?”
“Yes.”
His left hand slipped from her side, down to her navel, and around her waist. “Please, Miss, I’ll come on Sunday evening.”
“No, Bharat. You study well at home. There are classes on Sunday too, right?”
He laid his head on her lap, hugging her from the side. “That’s not it, Miss.”
As Bharat hugged her, a sense of comfort settled over Geeta. She brought her hand from his shoulder to his head, cradled his face in her lap, and pressed it gently against her breasts. He inhaled her aroma and tightened his embrace. He gently pressed her shoulder into his chest and pulled her waist closer. Geeta felt a warmth spreading through her, a delightful intoxication from Bharat’s touch. As soon as his hand found her waist, she instinctively wrapped both her arms around him. With her left hand, she caressed the hair at the back of his head.
“Miss, will you be in the evening classes?”
“Not every day, but I’ll be there for math periods, right?”
He lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers. “Miss, I want to see you every day.”
“You’ll see me in class, won’t you?”
“Hmm…” he murmured, lowering his head.
Geeta smiled playfully and again lifted Bharat’s head. “What happened?”
“Uh-huh…” He shook his head horizontally.
“The puppy is dull today.”
“Yes.”
“It’s because you all study well, isn’t it, that they’re having these classes?”
“What’s the need to study so many hours, Miss?”
He shifted higher, resting his head on her shoulder.
She understood he was looking at her neck. Any moment now, Bharat would kiss her there. She liked it, too, and had no intention of stopping him. Even so, she decided to tease him a little.
“Naughty fellow, don’t look like that.”
“Why, Miss?”
“I did say no?”
He leaned his head forward a bit and kissed her in the hollow of her neck. Geeta felt a wave of intoxication. “Oh…”
“Miss, you like it when I do this, don’t you?” He gave another kiss. A shiver ran through Geeta’s body. She silently rested her head on the sofa. He brought his mouth close to her ear. “It’s true, isn’t it? Is there a need to study for so many hours?”
“You have to study, right? You have to remember everything.”
“Hmm… Miss, what if I get doubts while studying at home?”
“Call me, come here and go.”
He brought his left hand from her waist up to her neck, caressing it. A pleasant sensation washed over her, and she closed her eyes, biting her lip. “Hmm…”
“So, I can meet you sometimes?”
“Ha!”
“Miss, I thought you would say no.”
“Why would I say no?”
“I don’t know, Miss, it just felt like that.”
She opened her eyes, looked at Bharat, and smiled gently to reassure him. “You can come and ask for doubts anytime.”
Bharat continued to kiss her neck without stopping. Geeta felt a ticklish sensation and swayed. Glancing ahead, she saw the house door was open. A sudden surge of anxiety made her push Bharat gently aside. “Hey, get up, someone might see us.”
Bharat moved aside and looked, then understood that the door was open. “Sorry, Miss.”
“Are you going home now? Study after dinner.”
He took her hand in his. She looked into his eyes. “Miss, sorry.”
“For what?”
“Miss, the door was open, and I bothered you.”
“No, why would you think that?”
He moved closer again. “Miss, you are very beautiful. I see your waist in class, and every time I see it, I want to touch it…”
As Bharat spoke, Geeta’s cheeks flushed crimson. “I want to kiss your lips. I never thought you would kiss me.”
She lowered her face shyly, a faint smile playing on her lips.
“It’s hard to not smell you, Miss.”
“Bharat, stop, don’t say that.”
Bharat stood up and walked to the door. Geeta watched him suspiciously.
He closed the door and quickly returned, falling onto Geeta’s lap. His legs straddled her on the sofa, and as Geeta watched in surprise, he hugged her tightly.
“I like you, Miss.”
Geeta didn’t know how to react. Bharat’s affectionate hug, with her boobs pressed against his chest, created a confusing yet spreading warmth within her.
“What happened now that you’re so dull?”
“Miss, thanks. You taught me math. No one taught me like that, Miss. Even though I didn’t want to come for tuition, I came for you. I like you very much. I’ve been with you every day for so many days, and I don’t even have proper friends, Miss.”
“Hey, what’s wrong with you? Look here…” she said, pulling Bharat’s face closer.
Tears welled up in Bharat’s eyes. Geeta saw them and felt a pang of confusion. “What happened to you, dear?”
“Nothing, Miss. Just thanks.”
Gently holding Bharat’s right cheek and caressing it, Geeta pressed, “Tell me what happened?”
Bharat smiled faintly. “Nothing, Miss.”
“Tell me.”
He brought both his hands up and held Geeta’s face, looking into her eyes, then at her lips. Geeta knew what he was looking at. With his face so close in her lap, his eyes locked on hers, Geeta felt a dizzying intoxication. She gripped Bharat’s shoulders firmly.
“I like you Miss.”
She bit her lips shyly.
“Miss, you said you would kiss me every day. Is that not happening anymore?”
“Hey, puppy, you’re asking for something, you know. Go home now.”
“Tell me what I’m asking.”
She pinched Bharat’s chest, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and smiled. As he moved to join her smiling lips with his in the blink of an eye, she quickly inserted her finger between them. Bharat kissed her finger, and as his lips moved past her finger and lightly touched hers, Geeta felt faint. A shiver ran through her hand. He quickly moved back. Geeta knew he wouldn’t go home without a kiss.
“Miss, I shouldn’t have done that in the bathroom yesterday.”
“It happens at your age.”
“Miss, you got angry, didn’t you? That’s why you told me to leave?” Both looked into each other’s pupils.
“No, you have to go home, right? That’s why.”
He leaned his neck forward again, about to kiss her lips. Geeta held his chin and, laughing, stopped him. He narrowed his eyes and put on a sad face. Seeing that, Geeta felt even more mischievous and pushed his face away with her fingers.
“Miss…”
“Tell me.”
He bent down, put his face in her neck, and kissed her. “Ah…” He leaned on her like that, pressing his chest against her breasts, and hugged her tightly. Her soft, supple mounds were pressed against Bharat’s chest, and warmth spread through her body. Intoxicated, she herself kissed Bharat’s neck.
“Miss, you like it, don’t you?”
“Hmm…”
“Then why?”
“Do you remember what you did yesterday? You stopped me, didn’t you?”
Bharat looked up. “Miss, is that why you’re stopping me like this?”
“Of course, why else? Will you stop me when I tell you not to?”
“Miss, I won’t do it again.”
“Oh… do you even remember I’m your teacher?”
“Why are you saying that, Miss?” He took Geeta’s face in his palms again, looked at her with longing, and tried to kiss her. This time too, she held his head and stopped him. “See what you’re doing?”
“Miss, why do you say that when you know? I’m not coming from tomorrow, right? Just one, Miss, please!”
Geeta rested her head on the sofa, lifted her eyelids, and looked at him slyly. “Aha… that’s how you get around. You’re getting too much, do you know how angry I was yesterday? Do you know what I felt like doing to you?”
“What are you saying, Miss? What did you feel like doing? Miss, even if you hit me, please Miss, just one kiss?”
“I’ll give you a punishment.”
“Okay, Miss.”
“Will you do whatever I give you?”
“Yes, Miss, but you’ll give me a kiss, right?”
“Yes, I will. Now, go stand against the wall.”
“Miss, please, no more of that.”
“Then go home, eat, and study. If I call your mother and find out you’re not studying, then I’ll show you.”
He silently stood up. Then, his erection poked out through his pants, and Geeta noticed it, her face turning red. Her lips trembled slightly. Suppressing it, she pretended to threaten Bharat. “Do it, you have to stay for five minutes.”
“Five minutes, Miss? That’s too much.”
“Okay, then go home.”
Bharat’s face suddenly turned sulky, and he shuffled his feet. He looked at Geeta with a pout and went to the TV cabinet, put his back to the wall, bent his knees, and slid down to sit like that. In that posture, the tent in his crotch was even more visible. Geeta saw it and looked away.
Just then, an idea came to her.
Her thoughts couldn’t stop her hand. She went to Bharat, bent down, and, laughing, intentionally tried to tease Bharat by touching his raised erection with her index finger.
Bharat’s knees trembled and he swayed.
“Oh, Miss…” He steadied himself before falling. Geeta laughed.
“Haha… You’re so funny…” she said, flicking it again with her finger.
He pressed his hands against the wall to hold himself up. “Mm…”
Geeta looked at it and pressed his erection with two trembling fingers. Bharat’s trembling intensified, and he fell to the ground. Geeta burst into laughter.
He got up with a pout, angrily. “This is cheating, Miss!”
“What’s cheating, you’re the only one who plays games? I play too.”
“I didn’t cheat like you. Okay, don’t give it. But I’m telling you, I’ll definitely get more marks in the pre-final. Then you can’t break your promise.”
“We’ll see. If you get more than ninety in math, I’ll tell you.”
He walked past Geeta, took his book from the table, and put it in his bag. “Okay, Miss, I’m going. Bye.”
‘Will he really go?’ Geeta thought of calling Bharat and asking him to stop but didn’t.
==
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My affection for Geetha Miss and my eagerness to touch her had set off a chain of events I never could have predicted. Initially, the very idea of being with Miss Geeta was my sole motivation for tuition. I'm still not sure how she did it—whether it was her unique way of teaching or simply the fact that no one had ever patiently guided me through my studies quite like her—but she ignited an interest in learning I never knew I possessed. I, the king of procrastination when it came to books, was now genuinely eager to study.
In the beginning, my efforts were purely for her. She'd draw me close, guiding my hand through math problems, and I'd pretend to be engrossed in the subject, all the while simply reveling in her proximity. But somewhere along the line, something shifted. The higher my marks climbed, the more my own enthusiasm for studying blossomed.
Yesterday, my mind was consumed with thoughts of the upcoming pre-finals challenge. What could I ask Miss Geeta that wouldn't upset her? It was a delicate balance; while I felt a surprising comfort with her, our interactions had already strayed further than I'd ever imagined. A part of me craved more, yet I was utterly clueless about her true feelings. Each day, her beauty captivated me anew, and the memory of kissing her lips was a constant, almost surreal blessing. As our time together stretched on, a nagging question surfaced: why was she like this with me? Was it the distance from Gautam Sir, or simply a playful facet of her nature, indulging in mischievous moments with a boy like me? I had no answers.
Lost in this labyrinth of thoughts, Anil Sir's arrival jolted me back to reality. He gestured for silence, an immediate signal that something important was about to be announced.
"As you all know," Anil Sir began, his voice cutting through the hushed room, "your final board exams will be held from March 27th to April 12th. You've all been attending morning classes since last month. From now on, there will be evening classes too. Starting tomorrow, you need to come at 7 AM. Those who want to go home for lunch can, but you must be back in college by 1:30 PM, and classes will be until 7 PM."
‘What? Until 7 PM?’ My mind reeled. ‘I go to Miss Geeta's tuition at 6 PM. So, will there be tuition or not? Fuck... no. Did I even hear that correctly?’
Vikas, sitting beside me, echoed my disbelief in a hushed whisper, "Until seven, he said. Does that mean we have to stay in college for twelve hours?"
As if that wasn't enough, Anil Sir continued, "Look, there are no festivals now, and no holidays either."
From the other side of the room, Lavanya's hand shot up. "Sir, no holiday even on Sunday?" She voiced the question that hung heavy in the air for all of us.
Until recently, even with morning classes, Sunday had been our sanctuary. A sinking feeling told me that luxury was now gone. Sir's curt "Hmm... yes" confirmed our fears.
A question bubbled to my lips, but I swallowed it. I'd finally managed to avoid getting scolded lately, and I wasn't about to risk it now. But as if reading my mind, Anil Sir addressed our unspoken concern.
"Sunday revision classes will be from 9 AM to 1 PM. Don't skip Sunday; come and study. If you study well in these twenty days, everything will be remembered correctly until the exams. Pre-finals are next week. I'll see what your marks are like this time." He cast a stern, warning glance over us.
That was it. The realization hit me like a physical blow: tuition with Miss Geeta was gone. I’d have to study here, at college, and then at home. A fresh wave of dread washed over me as I imagined Miss would say that no need of coming to her home anymore.
-
I went to Geeta Miss's house in the evening.
As usual, I went inside, placed my bag on the table, and looked into the kitchen. She was standing there, her saree tucked into her waist, seemingly lost in thought. But how beautiful she was! No matter how many times I think it, it's not enough; however you look at her, she's incredibly, maddeningly beautiful. Even now, looking at that visible, inch-wide white waist, I felt like going and holding her. I wanted to kiss her neck, smell her, and just stay like that.
But I didn't know what to do if I went over there now. "Why bother," I thought, and sat on the sofa, picking up a book.
Bharat’s eyes, once fixed on his book, were now distant. Geeta, meanwhile, returned with two cups of steaming tea. As he looked up and saw her, a gentle smile touched his lips.
“Good evening miss,” he murmured, and she reciprocated the greeting.
“Miss, didn’t you drink earlier?” Bharat inquired.
Wiping her brow with the edge of her saree, Geeta settled beside him. “It got late after I came and finished the chores.”
“Oh, I see,” Bharat replied, taking a silent sip of his tea. Geeta watched him, her own cup warming her hands, a private thought blooming in her mind.
‘I wonder if he’ll ask about tuition.
If I say no from tomorrow,
I’ll have to see the boy’s face.’
A soft chuckle escaped her, her gaze still on Bharat.
He finished his tea, placed the cup aside, and turned the pages of his book. “Thanks, Miss.”
“Is there anything else you don’t understand?” Geeta prodded. “Did you practice the three theorems I told you about last time?”
“I did, Miss,” he replied, his eyes still glued to the book.
“There’s nothing for me to explain, right? Ask if you have doubts.”
“Hmm…” Bharat’s response was subdued, and Geeta noticed his somber mood. She understood why; the college’s decision was beyond their control, and she couldn't keep him for tuition past seven, let alone late into the night.
She shifted closer, her hand gently resting on his shoulder from behind, her eyes following the lines of his textbook. Bharat seemed oblivious, continuing to read.
Fifteen minutes drifted by in comfortable silence – he reading, she with her hand on his shoulder, her other hand idly scrolling on her phone. He didn’t glance at her once.
Another ten minutes passed before he finally turned his head.
“Miss, Miss,” he began, “ask me anything from this lesson, I’ll tell you.”
“No need to ask,” Geeta countered. “Just take a paper. I’ll give you three questions; write them down now and give them to me. Let’s see.”
He produced a pad of paper and handed it to her. Geeta quickly scribbled three questions on it, then returned the pad. “Write one for ten marks.”
“Okay, Miss.”
Geeta found herself with nothing to do. Her chores were all done – the kitchen, laundry, house cleaning, all completed before Bharat’s arrival. Watching TV would disturb his studies.
Pondering her options, she picked up his book and began reviewing the answers to the questions she’d given him, knowing she’d have to correct them soon anyway.
Bharat finished writing and handed her the pad. She corrected them on the spot. “Hey, you blockhead, Napoleon Bonaparte was from France, not Italy! What did you study?”
“I don’t know, Miss. I can’t seem to remember who is from which country.”
“You have to read it again and again. It’s useless if you write Italy instead of France in the first line, even if the rest of the answer is correct. It’s not me who’ll be correcting it there; they’ll just strike out the whole answer without even looking at it, just seeing the first line. Think a little when you’re writing.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“The others are well written. Read about Napoleon again.”
“Okay, Miss…”
A few more minutes passed, but Bharat could no longer hold back the question nagging at him. He moved closer, leaning his head on her shoulder, and asked softly, a hint of sadness in his voice. “Miss, will there be no tuition from tomorrow?”
As he spoke, a pang of sadness echoed in Geeta’s own heart. For so long, they had been together every day; she had taught him, and their closeness had blossomed to the point of intimacy. An urge to pull him closer welled within her.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and drew him in. His face found a resting place in the hollow of her neck, and her soft breasts brushed against his chest. He inhaled her fragrance, a soft “Ah…” escaping his lips.
“Yes, it will be difficult to have tuition from tomorrow.”
“Miss, even on Sunday?”
“Yes.”
His left hand slipped from her side, down to her navel, and around her waist. “Please, Miss, I’ll come on Sunday evening.”
“No, Bharat. You study well at home. There are classes on Sunday too, right?”
He laid his head on her lap, hugging her from the side. “That’s not it, Miss.”
As Bharat hugged her, a sense of comfort settled over Geeta. She brought her hand from his shoulder to his head, cradled his face in her lap, and pressed it gently against her breasts. He inhaled her aroma and tightened his embrace. He gently pressed her shoulder into his chest and pulled her waist closer. Geeta felt a warmth spreading through her, a delightful intoxication from Bharat’s touch. As soon as his hand found her waist, she instinctively wrapped both her arms around him. With her left hand, she caressed the hair at the back of his head.
“Miss, will you be in the evening classes?”
“Not every day, but I’ll be there for math periods, right?”
He lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers. “Miss, I want to see you every day.”
“You’ll see me in class, won’t you?”
“Hmm…” he murmured, lowering his head.
Geeta smiled playfully and again lifted Bharat’s head. “What happened?”
“Uh-huh…” He shook his head horizontally.
“The puppy is dull today.”
“Yes.”
“It’s because you all study well, isn’t it, that they’re having these classes?”
“What’s the need to study so many hours, Miss?”
He shifted higher, resting his head on her shoulder.
She understood he was looking at her neck. Any moment now, Bharat would kiss her there. She liked it, too, and had no intention of stopping him. Even so, she decided to tease him a little.
“Naughty fellow, don’t look like that.”
“Why, Miss?”
“I did say no?”
He leaned his head forward a bit and kissed her in the hollow of her neck. Geeta felt a wave of intoxication. “Oh…”
“Miss, you like it when I do this, don’t you?” He gave another kiss. A shiver ran through Geeta’s body. She silently rested her head on the sofa. He brought his mouth close to her ear. “It’s true, isn’t it? Is there a need to study for so many hours?”
“You have to study, right? You have to remember everything.”
“Hmm… Miss, what if I get doubts while studying at home?”
“Call me, come here and go.”
He brought his left hand from her waist up to her neck, caressing it. A pleasant sensation washed over her, and she closed her eyes, biting her lip. “Hmm…”
“So, I can meet you sometimes?”
“Ha!”
“Miss, I thought you would say no.”
“Why would I say no?”
“I don’t know, Miss, it just felt like that.”
She opened her eyes, looked at Bharat, and smiled gently to reassure him. “You can come and ask for doubts anytime.”
Bharat continued to kiss her neck without stopping. Geeta felt a ticklish sensation and swayed. Glancing ahead, she saw the house door was open. A sudden surge of anxiety made her push Bharat gently aside. “Hey, get up, someone might see us.”
Bharat moved aside and looked, then understood that the door was open. “Sorry, Miss.”
“Are you going home now? Study after dinner.”
He took her hand in his. She looked into his eyes. “Miss, sorry.”
“For what?”
“Miss, the door was open, and I bothered you.”
“No, why would you think that?”
He moved closer again. “Miss, you are very beautiful. I see your waist in class, and every time I see it, I want to touch it…”
As Bharat spoke, Geeta’s cheeks flushed crimson. “I want to kiss your lips. I never thought you would kiss me.”
She lowered her face shyly, a faint smile playing on her lips.
‘It’s not just you; I never thought so either.’
“It’s hard to not smell you, Miss.”
“Bharat, stop, don’t say that.”
Bharat stood up and walked to the door. Geeta watched him suspiciously.
‘What’s he doing?
What will he ask again?
He’s very upset today.’
He closed the door and quickly returned, falling onto Geeta’s lap. His legs straddled her on the sofa, and as Geeta watched in surprise, he hugged her tightly.
“I like you, Miss.”
‘Why is he so dull?’
Geeta didn’t know how to react. Bharat’s affectionate hug, with her boobs pressed against his chest, created a confusing yet spreading warmth within her.
“What happened now that you’re so dull?”
“Miss, thanks. You taught me math. No one taught me like that, Miss. Even though I didn’t want to come for tuition, I came for you. I like you very much. I’ve been with you every day for so many days, and I don’t even have proper friends, Miss.”
“Hey, what’s wrong with you? Look here…” she said, pulling Bharat’s face closer.
Tears welled up in Bharat’s eyes. Geeta saw them and felt a pang of confusion. “What happened to you, dear?”
“Nothing, Miss. Just thanks.”
Gently holding Bharat’s right cheek and caressing it, Geeta pressed, “Tell me what happened?”
Bharat smiled faintly. “Nothing, Miss.”
“Tell me.”
He brought both his hands up and held Geeta’s face, looking into her eyes, then at her lips. Geeta knew what he was looking at. With his face so close in her lap, his eyes locked on hers, Geeta felt a dizzying intoxication. She gripped Bharat’s shoulders firmly.
“I like you Miss.”
She bit her lips shyly.
“Miss, you said you would kiss me every day. Is that not happening anymore?”
“Hey, puppy, you’re asking for something, you know. Go home now.”
“Tell me what I’m asking.”
She pinched Bharat’s chest, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and smiled. As he moved to join her smiling lips with his in the blink of an eye, she quickly inserted her finger between them. Bharat kissed her finger, and as his lips moved past her finger and lightly touched hers, Geeta felt faint. A shiver ran through her hand. He quickly moved back. Geeta knew he wouldn’t go home without a kiss.
“Miss, I shouldn’t have done that in the bathroom yesterday.”
“It happens at your age.”
“Miss, you got angry, didn’t you? That’s why you told me to leave?” Both looked into each other’s pupils.
“No, you have to go home, right? That’s why.”
He leaned his neck forward again, about to kiss her lips. Geeta held his chin and, laughing, stopped him. He narrowed his eyes and put on a sad face. Seeing that, Geeta felt even more mischievous and pushed his face away with her fingers.
“Miss…”
“Tell me.”
He bent down, put his face in her neck, and kissed her. “Ah…” He leaned on her like that, pressing his chest against her breasts, and hugged her tightly. Her soft, supple mounds were pressed against Bharat’s chest, and warmth spread through her body. Intoxicated, she herself kissed Bharat’s neck.
“Miss, you like it, don’t you?”
“Hmm…”
“Then why?”
“Do you remember what you did yesterday? You stopped me, didn’t you?”
Bharat looked up. “Miss, is that why you’re stopping me like this?”
“Of course, why else? Will you stop me when I tell you not to?”
“Miss, I won’t do it again.”
“Oh… do you even remember I’m your teacher?”
“Why are you saying that, Miss?” He took Geeta’s face in his palms again, looked at her with longing, and tried to kiss her. This time too, she held his head and stopped him. “See what you’re doing?”
“Miss, why do you say that when you know? I’m not coming from tomorrow, right? Just one, Miss, please!”
Geeta rested her head on the sofa, lifted her eyelids, and looked at him slyly. “Aha… that’s how you get around. You’re getting too much, do you know how angry I was yesterday? Do you know what I felt like doing to you?”
“What are you saying, Miss? What did you feel like doing? Miss, even if you hit me, please Miss, just one kiss?”
“I’ll give you a punishment.”
“Okay, Miss.”
“Will you do whatever I give you?”
“Yes, Miss, but you’ll give me a kiss, right?”
“Yes, I will. Now, go stand against the wall.”
“Miss, please, no more of that.”
“Then go home, eat, and study. If I call your mother and find out you’re not studying, then I’ll show you.”
He silently stood up. Then, his erection poked out through his pants, and Geeta noticed it, her face turning red. Her lips trembled slightly. Suppressing it, she pretended to threaten Bharat. “Do it, you have to stay for five minutes.”
“Five minutes, Miss? That’s too much.”
“Okay, then go home.”
Bharat’s face suddenly turned sulky, and he shuffled his feet. He looked at Geeta with a pout and went to the TV cabinet, put his back to the wall, bent his knees, and slid down to sit like that. In that posture, the tent in his crotch was even more visible. Geeta saw it and looked away.
Just then, an idea came to her.
‘No, I shouldn’t, if I do that…’
Her thoughts couldn’t stop her hand. She went to Bharat, bent down, and, laughing, intentionally tried to tease Bharat by touching his raised erection with her index finger.
Bharat’s knees trembled and he swayed.
“Oh, Miss…” He steadied himself before falling. Geeta laughed.
“Haha… You’re so funny…” she said, flicking it again with her finger.
He pressed his hands against the wall to hold himself up. “Mm…”
Geeta looked at it and pressed his erection with two trembling fingers. Bharat’s trembling intensified, and he fell to the ground. Geeta burst into laughter.
He got up with a pout, angrily. “This is cheating, Miss!”
“What’s cheating, you’re the only one who plays games? I play too.”
“I didn’t cheat like you. Okay, don’t give it. But I’m telling you, I’ll definitely get more marks in the pre-final. Then you can’t break your promise.”
“We’ll see. If you get more than ninety in math, I’ll tell you.”
He walked past Geeta, took his book from the table, and put it in his bag. “Okay, Miss, I’m going. Bye.”
‘Will he really go?’ Geeta thought of calling Bharat and asking him to stop but didn’t.
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