31-07-2025, 07:44 AM
Aftermath:-
Bharat pulled Geetha close, their chests pressing together as he hugged her. "I love you, Miss," he murmured.
Geetha laughed softly, a tender warmth in her eyes. "My naughty puppy." She leaned in and kissed his forehead, and he, in turn, kissed her cheek. He cupped her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes.
"Miss, I'm sorry," Bharat said, his voice a little hesitant. "I shouldn't have done that, right?"
"Hmm... Yes," Geetha replied, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
"Miss, I don't know what it is," Bharat continued, his eyes still fixed on hers. "But being with you like this, I felt something."
Geetha reached out and held his chin, her gaze softening. "Puppy, can I ask you something?"
"Yes, Miss?" he responded, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
"How much do you love me, dear?"
He looked deep into her pupils, then leaned in and kissed her nose. "Miss, if I had magic, I'd create another girl like you..." He trailed off, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
Geetha smiled playfully, a soft, inviting curve to her lips. "Tell me...?"
With a naughty grin, Bharat slipped his hand onto her back, pulling her closer until she was flush against him. He hugged her tightly, the wetness from her boobs and pressing against his chest. "I want to sleep like this every day, Miss."
"Hey, let go!" Geetha said, a lighthearted protest in her voice. "I'll go and wipe myself."
Bharat looked down, a mischievous smile still on his face. He playfully dbangd his leg over hers and hugged her even tighter, their chests now completely pressed together. The dampness from Geetha's breasts began to soak into the bed.
Her wet panties felt rough against his half-erect penis, and a dizzying sensation tightened Geetha's body from his touch. He looked up at her; her eyes were closed, a troubled expression on her face.
"Miss...?" Bharat whispered.
"Mm..." she mumbled, a slight nod of her head.
"What happened, Miss? You look like that."
"I don't know, dear... I don't know what it is, but it feels good."
"What feels good, Miss?"
"When you touch me like that..." she let slip, her voice drowsy.
Bharat chuckled softly, and Geetha suddenly flinched, her eyes snapping open.
‘Oh no, what am I even saying?’
She saw Bharat looking directly at her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"What are you saying, Miss?..." he teased, wanting to provoke her further.
"Nothing. Move. You've messed everything up, you naughty puppy...." she said, blushing, and gently pushed him away.
She took a cloth from the table beside the bed, sat down, and began to wipe herself. While she was doing so, Bharat knelt behind her, embraced her, and kissed her neck.
"That's enough, let go," Geetha murmured, but without much conviction.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, buried his face in her neck, and chuckled softly. "Miss, give me a hug for a bit, then I'll go home."
Geetha turned her head to look at him, a playful glint in her eyes. "Hey, didn't you say you'd sleep here a while ago?"
Bharat leaned down, lifted her left hand, inhaled the scent of her armpit, and then kissed it.
She playfully tapped his head, laughing softly. "Ah... Miss, if you tell me to stay, won't I?"
"Silly..." she said, a smile blooming on her face.
He brought his face close to her ear. "Miss, now your boobs are clearly visible to me. Ah, super sexy..."
Overwhelmed with shyness, she quickly covered Bharat's eyes with both hands. "Naughty fellow... Look how you're looking. Close your eyes..."
Still laughing, Bharat mumbled, "I've already seen everything, Miss, so what's the point? I even kissed them. If you want, I can do it again, you can give me one."
"Hey, shush..." Geetha whispered, her cheeks flushed. "Just close your eyes, I'll put on my dress..." She stood up, slowly removing her hands from Bharat's face.
Bharat closed his eyes, chuckling softly, and stretched out his hands, grabbing her waist and pulling her up. Geetha tumbled into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her back and hugged her tightly.
"Oh... that's enough, dear..." Geetha sighed contentedly. "I've never been like this even with Gautam."
"Miss, I've kept my eyes closed, I'm not opening them," Bharat assured her.
Geetha adjusted herself in Bharat's lap, her legs and knees wrapped around him as she sat on his thighs. They both hugged comfortably, lost in the moment.
"Miss, are you comfortable like this?" Bharat asked.
"Why did you ask that, dear?"
"Miss, I like you. I never imagined this."
She ran her fingers through his hair, stroking it gently, then kissed his shoulder. "Hmm..."
"Miss, I have respect for you as teacher, but I also love you, Miss," Bharat continued, his voice soft. "You're my friend, my teacher, and my..."
Geetha watched him for a few moments, wondering what he would say next. Bharat remained silent, just hugging her and inhaling the scent of her neck.
‘What is he? What is he trying to say?’
"What happened, dear, tell me?" she prompted gently.
He tilted his head back and looked into Geetha's eyes, a worried expression on his face.
"Miss, after I finish tenth grade, I'll go to college, and I won't be with you..."
"Yes, that's right..." Geetha acknowledged.
"I will miss you..." he said, lowering his head.
She held his hair and lifted his head. "Hey, 'miss you' what, dear? What did I tell you? We're going to Canada for the holidays, that's what we planned, right?"
"Hmm... even so..."
She slowly leaned Bharat back and laid him on the bed. She gently wiped his chest with the cloth and looked into his eyes. "Bharat, things won't always be the same. You have to think about all this, and learn."
"Mm..."
"You have to study. I know you like sports, but you also need to study."
"Miss, can I tell you something?" Bharat asked.
"Hmm, tell me."
"Miss, honestly, when you said tuition, I purposely came just for you. Back then, I wasn't interested in studying. Miss, I studied because of our friendship, Miss. Thank you."
She pinched Bharat's cheek playfully. "Hey, do friends say thank you to each other?"
"Sorry, Miss."
"Silly boy, you shouldn't even say sorry to me."
He lifted his neck and touched her face with his right hand. "Then I shouldn't say it with words, but with a kiss."
She playfully slapped him on the face. "Naughty fellow."
"Miss, I'm telling you again, your boobs are the most beautiful."
Blushing with delight, she hugged him, and he wrapped his arms around her in return.
"I'll tell Gautam Sir I'm sorry, Miss."
"Go ahead," Geetha teased, "he'll get you married."
"Just like he found you, I'll ask him to find a girl like you for me too..." he said cleverly.
Overwhelmed with shyness and rapture, she chuckled softly and playfully hit Bharat's shoulders. "You silly....."
"Hahaha......" he laughed heartily.
For a while, they both remained silent, just holding each other.
"Puppy, from tomorrow, study well," Geetha said softly.
"Miss, I told you, you believed I would be in the top ten, and I definitely will be. I won't waste even a single moment."
"Mm..."
"Shall I go now? Otherwise, Dad might call."
"Do you want a kiss?" Geetha asked, a playful glint in her eyes.
"I want boobs..."
She got up, covered herself with her left hand, and playfully hit him on the face, smiling.
"Ow, slowly, Miss. Why do you hit me like I'm in class even now?"
"Hey, stop your theatrics. Does it even hurt you when I hit you?"
"Haha... Miss, look down once."
Geetha's gaze turned down to their feet. His penis was hard and slightly bulging. Seeing that, Geetha was stunned.
"Chee, bad boy! Aren't you ashamed? Go home!" she exclaimed, hiding her face in the pillow with embarrassment.
Bharat got up and put on his clothes. He climbed onto the bed, leaned over Geetha, and kissed her spine. She felt a cool tingle.
"Mm..." she moaned softly.
"Miss, bye... I'm leaving, close the door." Bharat started to move out, tidying his painting set. As he was about to cross the bedroom door, Geetha got up, quickly wrapped a robe around herself, and before Bharat reached the main door, she grabbed his right hand, pulled him closer, held his face, and kissed his lips. He responded instantly, letting go of his things, grabbing her waist, and passionately kissing her back.
"I love you, Miss... mmm."
"All the best, puppy."
He gave her another kiss, then quickly let go, picked up his painting set, put on his slippers, and left.
Geetha watched Bharat as he stepped outside until he disappeared from her sight, then closed the door.
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To be continued………
Bharat pulled Geetha close, their chests pressing together as he hugged her. "I love you, Miss," he murmured.
Geetha laughed softly, a tender warmth in her eyes. "My naughty puppy." She leaned in and kissed his forehead, and he, in turn, kissed her cheek. He cupped her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes.
"Miss, I'm sorry," Bharat said, his voice a little hesitant. "I shouldn't have done that, right?"
"Hmm... Yes," Geetha replied, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
"Miss, I don't know what it is," Bharat continued, his eyes still fixed on hers. "But being with you like this, I felt something."
Geetha reached out and held his chin, her gaze softening. "Puppy, can I ask you something?"
"Yes, Miss?" he responded, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
"How much do you love me, dear?"
He looked deep into her pupils, then leaned in and kissed her nose. "Miss, if I had magic, I'd create another girl like you..." He trailed off, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
Geetha smiled playfully, a soft, inviting curve to her lips. "Tell me...?"
With a naughty grin, Bharat slipped his hand onto her back, pulling her closer until she was flush against him. He hugged her tightly, the wetness from her boobs and pressing against his chest. "I want to sleep like this every day, Miss."
"Hey, let go!" Geetha said, a lighthearted protest in her voice. "I'll go and wipe myself."
Bharat looked down, a mischievous smile still on his face. He playfully dbangd his leg over hers and hugged her even tighter, their chests now completely pressed together. The dampness from Geetha's breasts began to soak into the bed.
Her wet panties felt rough against his half-erect penis, and a dizzying sensation tightened Geetha's body from his touch. He looked up at her; her eyes were closed, a troubled expression on her face.
"Miss...?" Bharat whispered.
"Mm..." she mumbled, a slight nod of her head.
"What happened, Miss? You look like that."
"I don't know, dear... I don't know what it is, but it feels good."
"What feels good, Miss?"
"When you touch me like that..." she let slip, her voice drowsy.
Bharat chuckled softly, and Geetha suddenly flinched, her eyes snapping open.
‘Oh no, what am I even saying?’
She saw Bharat looking directly at her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"What are you saying, Miss?..." he teased, wanting to provoke her further.
"Nothing. Move. You've messed everything up, you naughty puppy...." she said, blushing, and gently pushed him away.
She took a cloth from the table beside the bed, sat down, and began to wipe herself. While she was doing so, Bharat knelt behind her, embraced her, and kissed her neck.
"That's enough, let go," Geetha murmured, but without much conviction.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, buried his face in her neck, and chuckled softly. "Miss, give me a hug for a bit, then I'll go home."
Geetha turned her head to look at him, a playful glint in her eyes. "Hey, didn't you say you'd sleep here a while ago?"
Bharat leaned down, lifted her left hand, inhaled the scent of her armpit, and then kissed it.
She playfully tapped his head, laughing softly. "Ah... Miss, if you tell me to stay, won't I?"
"Silly..." she said, a smile blooming on her face.
He brought his face close to her ear. "Miss, now your boobs are clearly visible to me. Ah, super sexy..."
Overwhelmed with shyness, she quickly covered Bharat's eyes with both hands. "Naughty fellow... Look how you're looking. Close your eyes..."
Still laughing, Bharat mumbled, "I've already seen everything, Miss, so what's the point? I even kissed them. If you want, I can do it again, you can give me one."
"Hey, shush..." Geetha whispered, her cheeks flushed. "Just close your eyes, I'll put on my dress..." She stood up, slowly removing her hands from Bharat's face.
Bharat closed his eyes, chuckling softly, and stretched out his hands, grabbing her waist and pulling her up. Geetha tumbled into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her back and hugged her tightly.
"Oh... that's enough, dear..." Geetha sighed contentedly. "I've never been like this even with Gautam."
"Miss, I've kept my eyes closed, I'm not opening them," Bharat assured her.
Geetha adjusted herself in Bharat's lap, her legs and knees wrapped around him as she sat on his thighs. They both hugged comfortably, lost in the moment.
"Miss, are you comfortable like this?" Bharat asked.
"Why did you ask that, dear?"
"Miss, I like you. I never imagined this."
She ran her fingers through his hair, stroking it gently, then kissed his shoulder. "Hmm..."
"Miss, I have respect for you as teacher, but I also love you, Miss," Bharat continued, his voice soft. "You're my friend, my teacher, and my..."
Geetha watched him for a few moments, wondering what he would say next. Bharat remained silent, just hugging her and inhaling the scent of her neck.
‘What is he? What is he trying to say?’
"What happened, dear, tell me?" she prompted gently.
He tilted his head back and looked into Geetha's eyes, a worried expression on his face.
"Miss, after I finish tenth grade, I'll go to college, and I won't be with you..."
"Yes, that's right..." Geetha acknowledged.
"I will miss you..." he said, lowering his head.
She held his hair and lifted his head. "Hey, 'miss you' what, dear? What did I tell you? We're going to Canada for the holidays, that's what we planned, right?"
"Hmm... even so..."
She slowly leaned Bharat back and laid him on the bed. She gently wiped his chest with the cloth and looked into his eyes. "Bharat, things won't always be the same. You have to think about all this, and learn."
"Mm..."
"You have to study. I know you like sports, but you also need to study."
"Miss, can I tell you something?" Bharat asked.
"Hmm, tell me."
"Miss, honestly, when you said tuition, I purposely came just for you. Back then, I wasn't interested in studying. Miss, I studied because of our friendship, Miss. Thank you."
She pinched Bharat's cheek playfully. "Hey, do friends say thank you to each other?"
"Sorry, Miss."
"Silly boy, you shouldn't even say sorry to me."
He lifted his neck and touched her face with his right hand. "Then I shouldn't say it with words, but with a kiss."
She playfully slapped him on the face. "Naughty fellow."
"Miss, I'm telling you again, your boobs are the most beautiful."
Blushing with delight, she hugged him, and he wrapped his arms around her in return.
"I'll tell Gautam Sir I'm sorry, Miss."
"Go ahead," Geetha teased, "he'll get you married."
"Just like he found you, I'll ask him to find a girl like you for me too..." he said cleverly.
Overwhelmed with shyness and rapture, she chuckled softly and playfully hit Bharat's shoulders. "You silly....."
"Hahaha......" he laughed heartily.
For a while, they both remained silent, just holding each other.
"Puppy, from tomorrow, study well," Geetha said softly.
"Miss, I told you, you believed I would be in the top ten, and I definitely will be. I won't waste even a single moment."
"Mm..."
"Shall I go now? Otherwise, Dad might call."
"Do you want a kiss?" Geetha asked, a playful glint in her eyes.
"I want boobs..."
She got up, covered herself with her left hand, and playfully hit him on the face, smiling.
"Ow, slowly, Miss. Why do you hit me like I'm in class even now?"
"Hey, stop your theatrics. Does it even hurt you when I hit you?"
"Haha... Miss, look down once."
Geetha's gaze turned down to their feet. His penis was hard and slightly bulging. Seeing that, Geetha was stunned.
"Chee, bad boy! Aren't you ashamed? Go home!" she exclaimed, hiding her face in the pillow with embarrassment.
Bharat got up and put on his clothes. He climbed onto the bed, leaned over Geetha, and kissed her spine. She felt a cool tingle.
"Mm..." she moaned softly.
"Miss, bye... I'm leaving, close the door." Bharat started to move out, tidying his painting set. As he was about to cross the bedroom door, Geetha got up, quickly wrapped a robe around herself, and before Bharat reached the main door, she grabbed his right hand, pulled him closer, held his face, and kissed his lips. He responded instantly, letting go of his things, grabbing her waist, and passionately kissing her back.
"I love you, Miss... mmm."
"All the best, puppy."
He gave her another kiss, then quickly let go, picked up his painting set, put on his slippers, and left.
Geetha watched Bharat as he stepped outside until he disappeared from her sight, then closed the door.
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To be continued………
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