Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geetha savored her meal, while Bharat, restless with the television, flipped through channels until he landed on a music station. 

Old melodies filled the air. Geetha hummed along internally, lost in the rhythm, until Bharat, complaining about the lack of new songs, changed the channel. Geetha's calm instantly broke.

“Let it be,” she protested, “you changed a good song.”

“Old songs aren’t good, Miss,” Bharat countered dismissively.

“How can such a good song not be good? Put it back.”

“What’s in that song, Miss? It feels slow; I don’t feel like listening to it. A song should have good music.”

A faint smile touched Geetha’s lips. “It’s not like that. A song should have good ‘feel’ in it. When you’re free at home like this, if you play a good song and listen, you can do any work.”

“Miss, you’re the one who said no to games and to watch TV. I’ll watch what I like.”

“Okay, okay, put it on.”

Bharat, with a triumphant glint, settled on YouTube, immersing himself in game videos. The incessant gunshots, however, grated on Geetha’s nerves.

“Hey, stop that!” She snatched the remote, pausing the chaotic spectacle mid-action.

“What happened?” Bharat asked, bewildered.

“What is that, you dog’s noise? More than playing the game, it’s just yelling, ‘Hit this way, hit that way!’”

“That’s how they are, Miss. BGMI game is like that.”

Having finished her meal, Geetha rose, carrying her plate. “That’s enough, turn off the TV. I’ll get ready and come. Let’s go.”

“We thought four o’clock, right?” Bharat questioned.

“No, let’s go now. If we go early, we’ll come back early.”

“But Miss, it’s better to go in the evening.”

“It’ll take an hour for us to get there. It’s fine, we’ll come back early tonight, right?”

“Oh, okay.”

Geetha washed her hands in the kitchen, then moved to the washbasin, splashing water on her face. As she dried herself with a towel, she called out to Bharat.

“Yes, Miss?”

“Didn’t you say you’d select a dress?”

Bharat had a specific outfit in mind—the green V-neck churidar bought just that day. But a flicker of doubt, a fear of Geetha’s disapproval, made him discard the idea. He looked away, feigning nonchalance. “No, Miss, I just said that. Just wear anything and come. Let’s go.”

His gaze, however, betrayed him, hinting at a hidden thought.

“Oh, really? But you said something else then.”

“I told you, just for fun. I’ll wait…” he mumbled, stepping back.

Geetha, with a gentle firmness, took his hand and pulled him closer. Her fingers stroked his cheek as she gazed into his eyes. Bharat’s composure wavered, his eyes darting nervously under her touch.

“You had already decided on something before you asked me that, didn’t you?”

“No, Miss.”

Geetha understood. Bharat harbored a desire to see her in a particular dress, but his hesitation held him captive. She led him, still holding his hand, towards the cupboard.
Opening the door, Geetha prompted, “Tell me.”

He silently shook his head. Geetha had already surmised Bharat’s plan to spend the day with her, but his reluctance to voice his true wish irked her.

She took both of his hands, drawing him near, and placed them on her waist. He flinched, attempting to withdraw them, but Geetha held them firmly in place. Startled, he met her gaze, a questioning, anxious look in his eyes. She took a step closer.

Bringing her face close to his, Geetha whispered, “What are you thinking, tell me?”

“Miss, that is…?” he stammered, his words trailing off.

She cupped his cheeks with both palms, her gaze holding a touch of sadness. She noticed the lack of strength in his hands; he was still hesitant to hold her.

“What happened, hold me?”

“Miss, let’s go, you get ready.”

“Then select the dress.”

Slightly flustered, Bharat mumbled, “Mm… you look good in anything you wear.”

“No… I’ll wear what you select…” she said, pouting her lips slightly.

Seeing the small smile on her lips, he exhaled, a hint of relief. “All dresses look good on you, Miss.”

She placed her elbows on his shoulders, her chest hovering three inches from his. He felt a slight pressure on her waist from his fingers.

“Tell me, what dress should I wear?”

“Miss, wear that green dress.”

A giggle escaped Geetha’s lips. Seeing her laugh, Bharat joined in.

“Naughty fellow.”

“If you don’t like it, then don’t.”

“No, no.”

Now, Bharat’s hands found her waist, a gentle hold that sent a ripple of pleasure through Geetha.

“Stay calm once we get there, okay?”

Lowering his head, Bharat replied, “Of course, Miss.”

“I’ll give you another kiss when we come back, okay?”

Stars twinkled in Bharat’s eyes at her words. Bolstered by this intimacy, he found the courage to voice his true desire. He released her waist.

“Miss, I’ll ask you something. Actually, I was going to ask this.”

“What is it?”

“Miss, you said you’d wear the dress exactly as I ask.”

“Yes, I’m saying I’ll wear the dress you select.”

“No, that’s not it. I mean, exactly how I ask you to wear it. That is, Miss, would you wear the dress without a bra inside…?” he said, taking two steps back with a nervous laugh.

Geetha’s surprise quickly morphed into a furious glare at his sudden boldness. She raised her hand as if to strike him. “Stupid, come here! How dare you?”

Laughing, he darted out of the bedroom.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll beat you before asking something like that?” Geetha called after him.

“Oh… forgive me, Miss. I just said it.” With that, Bharat bounded like a deer into the hall.

“Stop, come here!” Geetha called, her voice rising.

Turning back, shaking his head and laughing, Bharat replied, “I’ll come if you don’t beat me.”

“Okay, come.”

He slowly approached Geetha.

“Why did you ask that?”

“Miss, to be honest, I read a story, it was in it.”

“What story?”

“There’s a story. Miss, have you ever been without a bra like that?”

“Stop it! It’s fine at home, but we’re going out now, it’ll be uncomfortable.”

“It’s nothing, Miss. No one will know you’re like that. We’re going in the car, not the bus.”

“Hey, shut up! Are you trying to convince me?”

Bharat nervously shook his head no. “Miss, it would be like trying something new.”

A flicker of delight crossed Geetha’s face. Bharat had, in the past, encouraged her to try new things that she had thoroughly enjoyed. But she mentally categorized those as different from this.

“You know about me, right? Don’t ask such things, okay?”

“Oh… sorry, Miss.”

“No sorry. Sit down, I’ll change my dress and come.”

Ten minutes later, Geetha emerged from the bedroom, standing before Bharat. He looked up, his gaze immediately captivated.

She wore a cloudy embroidered kurta, its V-neck mirroring the one on the green churidar, alluringly revealing her delicate bust. The V-neck plunged just below her heart, adorned with three buttons beneath. The dress, hugging her figure, beautifully accentuated Geetha’s slender bust, curved waist, and broad hips, making her even more attractive.

As always, Geetha exuded elegance, but now, her breasts appeared to protrude forward, filling Bharat with immense joy.

With a graceful motion, Geetha unfolded the folded chunni in her left hand, twisting it in half to display the lace. She dbangd it over her shoulders, covering herself before Bharat could fully take in the sight. She stood there, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, a hint of shyness, and a touch of hesitation.

“How’s the dress?”

“I told you, Miss, you look good in anything you wear.”

“That’s it? Won’t you say anything about this?”

Bharat’s gaze swept over Geetha from top to bottom. “It’s good, Miss. It’s not long like a Punjabi dress; it’s nice.”

“Hmm… You said green dress, but I felt like wearing this one instead.”

“It’s fine, Miss.”

“Let’s take Vimala and her son Jathin will also come with us.”

“No, Miss…” he interjected quickly, a firm edge to his voice.

Geetha was slightly surprised by his unhesitating refusal. He lowered his face. “Miss, shall we go?”

Geetha understood. Bharat wanted to spend time solely with her. To encourage him to express this desire more freely, she stepped closer, took his hand, and with a slight smile, lifted his chin with her fingers. “No?”

He shook his head, a silent confirmation. She smiled.

“If you don’t want, then no. Let’s go.”

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‘Because Gautam isn't here, I'm feeling lonely. I can't believe Bharat stays with me occasionally so I don't feel lonely, and that he's become so close to me in just a few days of acquaintance. Even now, though he doesn't come for tuition, he still likes to be with me. On the day I stopped tuition, I didn't feel anything, but after three days, the thought that he wasn't coming to me anymore created a void in me. For four days, I've been wishing he were by my side in the evenings. This week, my body has been very warm. Even though Gautam's words gave me a little more hope, there's no situation where I'll get anything. Since he's not with me in the evenings, I'm holding back a lot. Just now, when he was so close to me, I couldn't resist and put his hands on my waist. My body is longing for that touch. I don't know what will happen to me with these thoughts if I stay at home. If I think about taking leave from college to go to Gautham, they won't give leave now. If I think about just quitting my job, thinking 'what's it to me?', I feel like I'll lose the little pastime I have.

When Bharat mentioned this exhibition, I felt like I should agree, but I didn't like agreeing so easily, so I played a little hard to get. My heart was aching to give him what he asked for, so I agreed. I felt that being with him today would give me at least a little comfort.

On one hand, he feels like my student, but on the other hand, his kisses are enchanting me. I somewhat liked not telling to Vimala, because it gives me a chance to be a little mischievous with him for a while. Even now, he's sitting in the seat next to me, occasionally looking at my boobs without me catching him. I thought about taking off my 'chunni' (scarf) and putting it aside for his desire, but my shyness is overwhelming me and stopping me.’

Bharath remained silent, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the car window. Geetha, focused on driving, noticed his unusual quietness. Occasionally, Bharath’s eyes would drift towards her chest, then, believing himself unobserved, glance down at her legs. A faint smile touched Geetha’s lips as she caught these fleeting looks. After a few moments, she briefly met his eyes, and he instantly lowered his gaze.

“What are you looking at?” Geetha asked.

Still looking at her legs, Bharath replied, “How you’re driving.”

“Do you want to learn to drive?” she offered.

“If you teach me, Miss, I’ll learn anything,” he said, his voice laced with a playful earnestness.

“Anything, meaning?” Geetha prompted, a hint of amusement in her tone.

Bharath’s response was a mischievous blend of academic pursuits and suggestive flirtation: “Learning to drive, doing math problems, kissing, licking your navel…”

A blush crept up Geetha’s neck. “Hey…” she exclaimed, playfully pinching his shoulder with her left hand.

‘Good thing the he didn’t ask me 

to teach some other lessons. 

Ugh, why am I thinking like this?’

He saw Geetha smiling to herself.

“What is it, Miss?” he inquired.

“Nothing,” she replied simply.

“Hmm.”

Her hair, a dark curtain, veiled her neck. Bharath gazed intently, then, with his right hand, gently pushed the strands behind her shoulder. A shiver of pleasure ran through Geetha.

“Your neck is so beautiful, Miss,” he murmured.

“Idiot…” she said, a soft protest.

“Is it wrong to say that, Miss?”

“Uh-huh…”

As Geetha continued to drive, his eyes lingered on her neck. He gently moved her dupatta aside with his fingers and delicately caressed the curve of her neck, tracing a path from above her ear downwards. Geetha shivered pleasurably, her head shaking slightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips: “Mmm…”

Bharath laughed. “Haha…”

Geetha shot him a mock-scolding look. “Hey, didn’t I tell you to sit still? Shall we go home?”

Immediately, he sat rigidly, arms folded, a picture of obedience. Geetha smiled to herself.

“Have you thought about which college?” Geetha asked, shifting the conversation.

“Miss, you tell me which college I should do my intermediate in,” Bharath replied, deferring to her.

“I don’t know, which college is good now,” she admitted.

“Sri Chaitanya, Narayana,” he listed.

“So, what did you think?”

“Miss, do you know about Elite Education Institutions?”

“I haven’t heard of it.”

“Miss, I told you about Shiva Sir, right?”

At the mention of Shiva’s name, the memory of that day resurfaced, and a silence fell between them.

“Miss…” Bharath prompted.

“Yes, tell me,” she finally said.

“They are starting a new college and college. My father was told about it and was asked to join me, saying it would be good.”

“Oh…”

“My father told me about it. In the first year, they will only admit fifty students after an exam.”

“Really? If a new institute has so few students, how will it become popular?” Geetha questioned, surprised.

“Miss, they say they’ll give everything for free, even the books,” Bharath explained.

Hearing that, Geetha’s curiosity spiked. 

In an era where intermediate education had become a business, the idea of free education was astonishing. 

“Really? How so?”

“Yes, Miss, they will only conduct a test for those who are serious about studying and are determined to study. Only the top fifty rank holders in that test will be admitted.”

“That’s good, isn’t it, Bharath?” Geetha mused. “It means they are teaching only those who are dedicated, so their investment won’t go to waste, right?”

“Yes, Miss. But…”

“What’s the ‘but’?”

“It’s that, Miss, I have to pass that test.”

“Do you want to study there?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss, I want to learn a lot from Mr. Shiva.”

“Why only meet him? There are many ways to learn a lot.”

“I told you about anthropology, Miss, that’s why.”

“Oh, I see…”

“He has written two books on it, and I think it would be good for me to get acquainted with him.”

“Hmm… It’s your wish. Think about it,” Geetha advised.

“What do you say, Miss?”

“Whatever it is, you must study first. If you don’t study, even the best college is useless.”

“Hmm…” Bharath acknowledged, the thought settling in his mind.

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