Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Note: I request readers to read patiently in one go without taking break in midway of the chapter. I also recommend you guys stay in a private place and peaceful mood while reading, to experience the chapter to it's fullest.

11. Butterfly 

The Sunday afternoon quiet settled in as the last echoes of class faded, and Bharat, like everyone else, made his way home. 

A quick lunch, a change into comfortable black cargo pants and a cheerful yellow t-shirt, and he was off to Geeta's house.

Vimala was outside, a familiar figure who greeted him warmly. "Hey Bharat, aren't you coming to tuition anymore? Haven't seen you around."

Bharat offered a respectful smile. "No, Auntie, they've scheduled evening classes for us. That's why I haven't been coming. I just came to meet Miss once."

Vimala nodded, a touch of concern in her eyes. "Hmm... study well. You need to get good marks in 10th grade. All the best."

"Thanks, Auntie," Bharat replied, before stepping through the gate and into Geeta's open door.

Geeta was in the kitchen, a vision in a yellow saree with a sandalwood-colored blouse. Her pallu had moved, revealing the smooth curve of her waist, a sight that captivated him. His gaze traveled upward. She was engrossed in seasoning the curry, sweat glistening on her forehead, melting and tracing paths down her neck.

He approached her, a quiet reverence in his voice. "Good afternoon, Miss."

Geeta startled, turning to him with a slight gasp. "Oh, it's you... Did you had lunch? You came so early.”

"Yes Miss. Haven't you eaten yet?"

A sigh escaped her lips. "No, dear... I didn't cook in the morning, thought I'd do it after coming back."

"Oh..."

"You go sit down," she instructed gently. "I'll come after I finish cooking."

But Bharat had other ideas. He moved closer, perching himself on the kitchen slab, his head tilted to the left, a pout gracing his lips as he watched her. 

Geeta noticed, but feigned indifference, stirring the spinach fry.

"Miss...." he began, his voice a soft murmur.

"Hmm," she replied, without looking up.

"Miss..." he tried again, a hint of impatience in his tone.

Geeta’s voice held a playful warning. "You didn't come first in class, that's all. Go study. I told you I'd come after I ate."

"I didn't bring any books at all," he countered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hey, are you playing games?" she chastised lightly. "I told you to study."

"Why, Miss, you said you'd give me whatever I asked if I got more than ninety, and now you're saying this?"

"I'm saying no." She stirred the curry one last time, covered the pot, and then, with arms crossed, turned to face him fully. "I told you to come if you said you'd study here. Now you're saying you didn't bring books?"

Bharat leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Miss, there's an exhibition going on at NN Gardens. I thought you might come?"

"Why an exhibition now, without studying?" Her brow furrowed slightly.

"Miss, let's go, just the two of us," he pressed, his gaze unwavering.

"I said no..."

He slid off the slab and took her hand. "Miss, I'm going home now. What will you do? Won't you get bored?"

"Huh... so what?" she said, trying to pull her hand away.

"Miss, you said okay if I got more than ninety, why are you changing your mind now?"

"So what now?"

"Agree."

"No."

"Miss, you're the one who said you liked doing something new."

"Yes, I did," she admitted, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

He moved a little closer, his face mere inches from hers, his eyes fixated on her lips. 

‘No. If I agree now, it'll be like that day.’

"Miss, tell me, don't you like being with me?" Bharat's voice was soft, persuasive.

"Why would you say that..."

"Miss, it's been ten days. Didn't you feel like giving the puppy anything, not even once?"

‘In these ten days, I missed him so much. 

I remembered the first few days, 

how Bharat was before he got close to me. 

Sometimes I even thought of calling him myself 

and asking him to come, but what would I say? 

I decided against tuition, right? 

Why are these desires coming to me? 

Even now, being this close to him, 

I want to hug him and give him the kiss 

he's about to ask for. 

I don't see anything wrong with it. 

It's not something new, is it?’

"It's not that, dear," Geeta said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Miss, exams are in ten more days. Let's go and come back."

"You could be studying at this time, dear," she chided gently.

"Miss, even if you say no now, I feel like I won't be able to study with this thought. That's why I called you."

"No. Bharat, we can't go like that, just the two of us."

"Miss, it's nothing. Let's go like we went to the village that day." He leaned in further, looking into her eyes, holding her hands. "Miss, I have a new idea. Since I got more than ninety anyway, you have to do what I ask. There's no choice."

"Hmm..." she nodded her head vertically, hesitantly.

‘No, damn it.’

"Haha... Miss agreed!" he laughed, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

"No, no," she protested, a playful annoyance in her tone.

"No Miss, you agreed. Why are you doing this?"

"Oh, okay," she conceded, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Okay, I'll tell you. Listen."

"Tell me."

"Miss, you shouldn't scold me."

"Really? You tell me. If I don't like it, you'll get beating."

"Aha, none of that will work, Miss. You have to do what I ask."

"Okay, tell me." Geeta looked on curiously, wondering what he would say.

"Miss, we'll go there, but you have to wear the dress as I tell you to."

"And?"

"That's it." Geeta thought he would ask for something else.

"That's it?”

He gave a mischievous, slight smile. "What, Miss, what else did you think?"

At that, Geeta felt shy and turned her face away. "Nothing."

Bharat touched Geeta's face with his right hand and brought his lips close to hers. Her lips began to tremble.

"Puppy..." Geeta breathed.

"It would be nice if there was tuition, Miss," he murmured, his breath warm on her lips.

Hearing that, Geeta felt a wave of shyness, her lips curving slightly into a smile, as she pressed her lower lip under her upper tooth. He looked at it intoxicatingly, releasing a warm breath on her lips. "Miss, the puppy is here to do it."

She was surprised, releasing her lip. 

‘What are these words he's saying? Uff, I need to control myself.’

"Naughty fellow, go to the hall."

"No, Miss, I'll stay here."

She took a step back. Bharat moved his foot forward towards her. "Miss, that day you pleaded so much."

"Yes... but did you keep quiet? I was so shy when you looked at me like that."

He moved his hand from her cheek down to her neck. The touch of his hand began to intoxicate Geeta. She twisted her neck once, a shiver running through her.

Bharat finally let go and walked towards the hall. 

‘What is he doing?’

She grabbed his right shoulder and pulled him back, holding his left cheek and bringing him close.

"What, Miss, why are you shy?" Bharat teased.

"Hey, no more of these dramas."

"You told me to forget, and now you're reminding me."

"Hmm. Was the puppy disappointed that day?"

"No, Miss."

As Bharat was speaking, a bead of oil from Geeta's finger slipped and fell on his lower lip. 

Just then, Bharat also raised his hand and held her face. He leaned his neck forward, mixing his breath with hers, and was about to capture her lips. Geeta opened her lips with a slight stir, inviting him. Bharat leaned in further and touched her lower lip with his. At that touch, she lost control.

"Huh..." she exhaled softly. She put her right hand behind Bharat's head. Bharat brought his left hand under her armpit and held her at the top of her waist. Both exchanged breaths eagerly, their chests pressed against each other. Bharat pushed her forward, touching her lip prints with his lower lip. Geeta sensuously swallowed Bharat's upper lip. He trapped her lower lip and put his mouth into hers.

Geeta placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him forward, so he stepped back and hit the wall. She lifted her heels and pressed her lips into Bharat's mouth, dominating him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and touched his lips. He pouted and took it, sucking on it.

‘Why is he licking my tongue?’

Geeta chuckled with shyness and released his mouth, still smiling. Bharat pressed four fingers into the edge of her waist.

"Hmm..." she moaned softly.

She put her mouth into his again. Bharat also changed between her upper and lower lips, joining both lips and kissing her. Geeta also responded by taking his lips and sucking on them.

Both their breaths quickened, their chests pressed against each other. His warmth felt pleasant to her. She held Bharat's head with both hands and pressed his head against the wall. As Bharat's hardon touched between her thighs, Geeta suddenly pushed her legs to Bharat's legs. 

Bharat was surprised. The kiss stopped. Then Geeta again poked her tongue between his lips. He opened his mouth and took it in, sucking.

At that pleasure, Geeta squirmed and pressed her fingers hard on his waist, squeezing it slightly. Geeta felt a jolt. With her tongue in his mouth, Geeta: "Mmmmmm..." she moaned and swayed. She tightened her grip around Bharat's neck and squeezed. 

Bharat also moaned in pain and opened his lips. 

All of this felt like a game to her. Taking advantage of Bharat's discomfort, she kissed his lips. He also returned the favor, exchanging saliva with Geeta. 

Bharat's dick twitched once. That stir created a commotion in the skin of her thighs and reached her flower.

Just then, the curry on the stove hissed, and Geeta came to her senses. She pulled her neck back. She let go, turned back, and turned down the stove.

Bharat didn't stop. From behind, he grabbed her shoulders and hugged her, pressing his rigid hardon against her buttocks, touching her right neck with his tongue, tasting her sweat, and kissing her. Geeta felt a thrilling desire.

"Isss."

"Hmm... Miss, did you miss me or not?" he whispered into her ear.

"What did you think?"

"Tell me, Miss."

"I was bored without you puppy."

"Really?"

"Hmm."

"Look at me, Miss..." he said, his fingers stroking down her right shoulder. 

Geeta twisted, turned her head back, and showed her lips to Bharat. He moved his left hand from her shoulder down to her neck, then up to her chin, and pulled her face further towards him.

"Miss..."

"Hmm, tell me."

As his right hand moved down and lightly touched her waist, Geeta moved with a small jolt. He moved his hand further down, brought her saree pleats forward from her waist, and covered her navel with his palm.

‘No, I have to escape.’

"Miss, I really want to see your belly button." As he said that, he joined his index and middle fingers in her pleats and pressed them in. They landed right on her navel. All of Geeta's nerves tingled.

"Sss...." she gasped.

‘How does he know to poke exactly there?’

"Miss, I really like it, it's been so many days." He didn't stop at just touching; he began to circle his finger around the center of her navel, his fingertip brushing her navel bounds.

Geeta was sweating. She raised her left hand and held Bharat's head from behind.

"Ha... Bharat."

He kissed her neck. "Miss, we'll definitely go, right? Don't change your mind."

"No," she confirmed, her voice a little breathy.

He let go. "Thanks, Miss. You eat. I'll play a game for a while."

‘Did he do what he did knowingly? 

Did he intentionally provoke me? 

No, maybe he thought I'd say something...’

He walked into the hall. Bharat suddenly letting go and acting normal felt strange to Geeta. She also acted normal.

"Wait, no game, watch TV," she called after him.

"Okay, Miss."

"When are we going?"

"Shall we go at 4 o'clock?"

"Yes, okay... I'll come after I eat. Will you eat a little too?"

"No, Miss..."

"Hmm... okay, go."

With a mischievous laugh, Bharat said, "Miss, I'll stay with you for a little longer until the cooking is done."

Geeta giggled shyly and pinched Bharat's hand. "Go, no need..."

"Haha..." he laughed and left the room.