Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

April twelfth, evening,

Bharat pedaled his cycle fast and cheerfully, a cool breeze ruffling his t-shirt. It had been more than two weeks since he last saw Geetha, two weeks of a self-imposed exile for his exams. Now, he was free, and she couldn't use studies as an excuse to keep him away. He happily reminisced about their shared moments, which he considered the best part of his life. As he turned onto her street, he saw her.

She was sitting on the front steps, playing Ashta Chamma with Jatin.



"Yay, Auntie I am the first one to reach the square!" Jatin yelled, his voice full of triumph.

"Two of my pawns were killed, otherwise, I would have come first," Geetha retorted playfully.

"I was first, first!" Jatin insisted, waving his hands.

Bharat parked his cycle, the squeak of the kickstand announcing his arrival. Both Geetha and Jatin looked up. The moment their eyes met, a shy blush came over Geetha's face, and her eyes lit up. She, too, remembered everything. Jatin, however, dropped his game and ran to Bharat, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.

"Bharat anna, how were your exams?" he asked, his voice muffled against Bharat's chest.

Bharat knelt down, hugging Jatin close and kissing him on the cheek. "I wrote them well. How are you?"

"We're good. We were playing Ashta Chamma. Will you play too?"

"Let's play tomorrow, okay?" Bharat said, his gaze fixed on Geetha.

Geetha looked stunning, as always. She wore a green cotton saree, her hair pulled into a bun with her signature curly bangs framing her cheeks. 

Bharath’s now, for the first time, with fully grown mustache and beard gave him a dark, intense appearance, and Geetha lowered her head shyly, unable to meet his mesmerized stare.

Bharat sat on the steps next to the game board, pulling Jatin onto his lap. "Oh, you were the first one?" he asked, watching the board.

"Yes, I was the first," Jatin confirmed proudly.

Geetha picked up the cowrie shells, signaling the game was over.

"Auntie, the game is not over yet," Jatin protested.

"We'll play tomorrow, Nani. That's enough for today," Geetha said, her voice soft.

"Oh, what happened, Miss? The game isn't over yet," Bharat chimed in, a teasing smile on his lips.

"We can play tomorrow," she repeated, still not looking at him.

Jatin, sensing the change in the air, stood up. "Then I'll leave. Bye."

"Why? Won't you stay?" Geetha asked.

"No, I'll go and watch TV."

"Okay."

Jatin ran into the house. Geetha stood up, adjusted her saree pallu, and headed inside. 

"Come on in. Should I make some tea?"

"Yes, Miss," Bharat replied, following her.

Geetha walked straight to the kitchen but stood there, lost in thought. She was surprised when Bharat didn't follow her. He was sitting in the hall. Leaving her task, she walked back and sat beside him.

"Did you write well?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"Hmm," he said, his eyes on the floor.

"Math?"

"Yeah Miss."

"I won't say anything. Just tell me, will you get good marks?" she pressed gently.

He finally looked up, moving closer to her. "I will, Miss."

"I'll be happy if you get good marks."

"Hmm..."

Silence fell between them again. Bharat nervously fidgeted with his fingers. Seeing this, Geetha held his hands. "What happened? Why are you so tense?"

"Nothing, Miss."

She held his chin, gently tilting his face up so their eyes could meet. "Puppy, if I told you not to come, would you not come anymore?"

"You told me not to, Miss. I did as you said. I studied well, Miss, I promise I didn't waste time."

"I know, ra."

"Miss..." he said, leaning in a little closer.

"Why are you hesitant to ask?"

"Does Gautam sir come? Or did you say we'd go to Canada? When will we go, Miss?"

"Yes, tomorrow, officers will come to your house for the passport inquiry. For your address," she said with a warm smile.

"Really?"

"Yes, I told Sriram, and he applied for it. You stay at home all day tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, I will, Miss."

"Gautam has also arranged the visiting visa. We can go once the tickets are here."

"Thanks, Miss. Are you really taking me with you?" he asked, his voice full of hope.

"Hmm..." she smiled to herself, getting up and walking toward the bedroom. Bharat wondered why she had left him in the middle of their conversation.

In the bedroom, Geetha stood in front of the mirror. She undid her bun, started braiding her hair, and looked back at Bharat over her shoulder, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. 

Bharat glanced outside for a moment, then back into the room where Geetha was combing her hair, her back to him.

"Miss, I need to tell you something..." he said, looking at her reflection.

She pursed her lips, a shy smile spreading across her face. "Come here and tell me."

He walked over slowly, step by step, until he was behind her. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest. 

After a gap of a few days, the warmth that Geetha had missed returned with the touch of Bharat's body. Bharat was intoxicated by her fragrance. He buried his nose in her neck and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, like shackles.

They stood there in a tight, frozen embrace. Looking at her eyes in the mirror, Bharat said, "Miss, you were the one who said there's no need to ask back then."

She placed her hands on his and leaned back into his chest. "Uh... yes."

"Do you want me to draw another painting?"

She turned her neck and looked into his eyes over her shoulder. He kissed her below her lips, his beard pricking her chin.

"Oh my, you've grown up so much after the exams, ra."

"Yes, now I'm not a collegeboy, but a college boy." He kissed the corner of her lips.

"Mmm... your beard is tickling me."

"Miss..." he laughed softly.

"You shouldn't be dull like that; you should be naughty like this."

"To be naughty, the puppy needs biscuits."

"Your words are getting naughtier day by day."

"When such a beautiful teacher teaches, I feel like learning more and more, Miss."

Bharat turned her around in his arms. He held her soft waist like a basket of marigolds. A dizzying thrill ran through Geetha. "Mmmmm... what will you learn?" she whispered, letting go of her hair loose and looking at him, her hands on his shoulders.

"How to kiss, how to lick the navel..."

She stopped his words and pressed her forehead against his lips. Kissing his bread, she said, "Bad boy. I was talking about studies."

"After final exams is over, is it still about studies, Miss?"

"You have higher college, silly."

He wrapped both his hands around her lower back and pulled her closer. Her body pressed against his chest. They held each other captive in a cloud of intoxication.

"Isss..." she moaned.

"Miss, your voice sounds so different."

"Did you miss it?"

"How could I not, Miss? I was thinking, 'when will the exams be over, when will I meet you?' You know that."

They stared into each other's eyes with affection. Geetha's lips trembled like rose petals in the cold. Bharat rubbed his nose against hers with desire.

"Puppy."

"Uh..."

She lifted her head to kiss his lips, his mustache brushing against them. "Puppy."

"Uh..."

As he tried to touch her waist, the saree pallu was in the way. He moved it aside and rubbed her waist with his warm hands. A tremor ran through her. She clasped her hands behind his neck.

"Ah..."

"You said you'd give me a kiss every day. It's been eighteen days."

"So?"

"I want eighteen."

"Oh, you're good at math."

"You are the math teacher, that's why."

She held the back of his head with her right hand. He bent his neck and gave a wet kiss on the right side of Geetha's neck.

"Mm..."

"I'll give you eighteen kisses. Okay, Miss?"

"Mmmmm..." He kissed her below her chin.

"One."

Geetha, overwhelmed, hugged him tightly. He put his hands on her back, held her captive in his arms, and kissed her left shoulder.

"Two."

"Mm..." she said, tilting her head back.

He kissed her throat. "Three."

"Hah..." she said, swallowing hard.

Geetha's nipples hardened, her breathing grew heavy, and she hid her face under Bharat's neck. He kissed the back of her neck.

"Mmm..."

"Four... your back is so soft, Miss."

He traced a finger from the back of her neck down her spine to the strap of her blouse. Geetha shivered like a tiny squirrel. "Ooh, that's enough..." she said, hugging her breasts with her arms.

"Oh, you're so soft, Miss. The softness isn't enough; I want to rest my head on your lap."

"Hmm, go ahead."

He kissed her left ear. "Ummm... Five."

As he moved forward, Geetha stepped back, and they fell onto the bed. Bharat's face was nestled between her hands. Her body was tingling. She pressed his face against her breasts and groaned "Isss..." biting her lip. He kissed her on top of her saree pallu.
"Six."

"Umm..." she said, kissing his forehead.

With his head on her lap, on the marigold cage, he enjoyed the softness. "I want to lie like this all night, Miss."

For a moment, Geetha remembered the present situation and pushed him aside. Bharat looked at her with suspicion.

"What happened, Miss?"

"We can't lie down here."

He moved closer again, put his legs over Geetha's thighs, hugged her from behind, and kissed her neck. "Seven."

Geetha didn't respond. 

'Geetha, after Bharat's exams, you don't need to meet him anymore. He's growing up. If you keep your distance, it's better for both of you.'

The words of Sushila, buzzed in her ears, making her anxious. 

He moved from one side to the other and kissed her forehead. She silently rubbed her lips against his nose. He looked into her eyes. She turned her gaze away sadly. He also moved aside, looked into her eyes, and said: "Miss, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. That's enough. I'm not in the mood..." she said, shaking his hands off her shoulders. 

But he grabbed her again and questioned her.

"Tell me, Miss."

"Nothing happened. I have things to do."

"Miss, you're hiding something. Tell me. Should I not come here anymore?"

She put her hand on his shoulder and hugged him tightly. "Puppy."

"You said you'd give me a kiss every day, Miss. Won't that happen from tomorrow?"

"You understand me so well, ra."

"But you need to understand me more."

She looked up into his eyes. Bharat moved down and kissed her left cheek. "Eight."

"Don't count, ra."

"Miss, are you thinking about what the neighbors will think? Who cares what they think, Miss? Let's do what you want."

"Ooh..."

"We agreed to be open about everything, Miss, so why aren't you telling me?"

Unable to answer, she got up and sat down sadly. Bharat also got up and knelt down next to Geetha.

"Did Gautam sir call?"

"Hmm..."

"Did you romance on the phone?"

"Uh..."

He leaned on her shoulder from behind and inhaled her scent. "Ah... it's been so many days since I've smelled you."

"I'm not in a good mood. Go away."

At those words, Bharat's cheerfulness disappeared instantly. Geetha secretly regretted saying that.

Bharat came to the front. He held her face in his palms and looked into her eyes. Geetha was looking away with sadness. 

'If I tell him, he'll be sad.'

"Tell me something, Miss, please."

"Please go."

"Should I not come back at all?"

She slapped him on the cheek angrily. "Did I say that, stupid?"

"Then what is it? Tell me. You were fine just a minute ago, what happened? Did someone say something? You wouldn't be like this otherwise. It's okay if it's Gautam, but we don't need to care about anyone else..." he shouted furiously.

"Don't yell, ra."

He held his head, feeling flustered, and sat on the floor. "Sorry, sorry." He rested his head on Geetha's thighs. "When you tell me to go away like that, I feel weird. I came here to meet you, and after seeing you, I couldn't stop myself from kissing you. When you told me to go, I got angry."

Geetha leaned back in silence. Her saree pallu slipped aside, revealing her milky-white waist. Bharat moved closer and kissed her waist. The nerves around her navel tingled with a warm thrill.
"Ah..."

"Nine."

"Don't pay attention to everything, Miss, please. Remember how much fun we had that night? Let's be like that, Miss." Saying this, he gave her another kiss. Geetha held his head and stroked it.

Biting her lip, Geetha said, "Mmmmmm... yes."

"See, Miss, how much you're missing your puppy?"

"Hah..."

He came up and smiled, looking into her eyes. "Miss, no one knows about this."

"But won't they be suspicious?"

"There's a long way from suspicion to proof, Miss. Don't pay attention to all that."

She grabbed his head and pulled him in to meet his lips. He got on top of her with his legs on her and began to suck on her lower lip. Geetha's tongue came into his mouth. He rubbed her neck with his hand and licked her tongue with desire. Their bodies were filled with passion. He held her neck with his left hand and kneaded her soft waist with his right.
"Ah..."

He broke the kiss. They looked into each other's eyes, intoxicated, and her cheeks turned red with shyness.

"Miss, I won't come every day, but when I do, let's be like this, Miss."

"Umm..."

"Now I'm not your student. Don't think it's wrong to romance a student from now on."

"You'll always be my student, ra."

"And you'll always be my sexy Geetha Miss.... Umm..." He bit her upper lip. Their lips rubbed, swallowed, and licked each other with passion.

"Shave, ra. You'll look like a boy then."

"I'll definitely do it tomorrow." They kissed again.

"Puppy, that's enough for today. Give me the rest of the kisses when we meet again."

"So, should I leave now?"

"No, stay, ra, but this is enough."

"The puppy wants what he likes."

"Not this once, ra. I have college tomorrow, and I have things to do."

"I'll help you."

"I was getting all these thoughts, and I spoke to you like that. It feels good to be with you like this, ra."

"I told you, Miss, we should be like this."

"Hmm... yes."

"I couldn't believe it, Miss."

"Me too, ra."

"Did you like it?"

"A lot."

"Do you know how good it felt to me? It felt like heaven."

"Why wouldn't it? You made me do all that and now you're asking me how it was, you naughty fellow. And those words in between, they were really bad."

"What words, Miss?"

"Oh, I can't say."

"Tell me, Miss. I don't remember what I said."

"Chee... don't ask me."

He pulled her saree pallu down from her chest and kissed the top of her boob. "Ten."

"Oh... if you say eighteen, where else will you kiss, ra?"

"If you ask me to, we can do it like that day, with you playing with my dick while I kiss your boobs."

Geetha's face turned red with blood. The thrill in her body intensified, and she laughed shyly, covering his mouth with her right hand. "Chee... don't say that... those were the same words that day, too, bad boy."

"Haha... this is just one thing. What else did I say, Miss?"

"Stop it, ra."

"You said you'd be open without any hesitation. What happened to that?"

"Nothing."

"Miss, you can take off your saree, can't you?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Not today, ra. Go home."

"Miss, I came here to sleep here tonight."

"We'll see when it's possible, ra."

"Miss, you're so sexy even when you're this simple."

"You've become a very naughty puppy." She kissed his lips. "This is enough for today, ra."

"Okay, Miss, you said so, I'll go."

"Will you have tea before you go?"

"Instead of tea, you can give me milk..." he said, reaching for her breast.

"There you go again. You have to listen when I say no."

"Okay, okay."

"I'll tell you when we can meet. Then you can give me the other eight kisses."

He kneaded her waist. "Ah..."

"Not eight, Miss. From tomorrow, I'll count the number of days and add those to the total."

"I'll take as many as you give, ra."

"Will you take them wherever I give them?"

"Where will you give them?"

He moved his hand from her waist up and lightly squeezed her left boob. Geetha felt a jolt, pursed her lips, and twisted her body. "Mm..."

"Show me once, Miss."

"Uh-uh... you'll bite them."

He bent down and licked her neck. "Hah..."

"I'll play with them, Miss."

"Vimala akka said she's coming, that's why I'm asking you to keep a distance."

"When will we meet again, Miss?"

"Let's meet on Sunday."

"That's three days away. Oh, that's hard, Miss."

"It has to be, ra."

He got up. "Okay, Miss, I'm leaving."

Geetha also got up and adjusted her pallu. She affectionately held Bharat and kissed his forehead. "You'll understand, ra. You're my puppy."

"Mm... bye..."

As he turned to leave, she grabbed his hand to stop him. "Wait, I need to give you something..."

Bharat stood still. Geetha took her handbag from the cupboard next to her and took out some money. She took a few 500-rupee notes, put a rubber band on them, and held them out for Bharat to take. He looked at her in surprise.

"Why, Miss?"

"You have a tournament, right? Take this. Twenty thousand."

"But no, Miss. I don't want to take money from you."

She forcefully took his right hand and put the money in it. He tried to pull his hand away. "No, Miss."

"It doesn't look good to say no. Take it, ra."

Bharat loved badminton. He thought about it more than he thought about his studies. Geetha had bought him a racket before. Now she was giving him money. His family wouldn't give him this money, no one would. He was very happy that Geetha was giving it to him. He hugged Geetha tightly.

"I don't feel like saying thanks, Miss."

"Don't say it. Just as you wrote the exams well, you have to play this well too. Otherwise, you have to give my money back to me."

Tears filled Bharat's eyes and wet Geetha's shoulder. "Hmm... I'll play. For you."

She held his shoulders and pushed him away. She wiped his tears. "Don't cry, ra. What happened?"

"My family can’t even afford money for a tour. I was thinking of giving up on this because I couldn't ask for money, Miss."

"If you need anything, ask me. I'll ask Gautam and give it to you."

"Uh-uh..."

"Hey, are you my puppy or not?"

"Uh..."

"Then you have to listen to what I say. Okay?"

"Uh..."

"Go pay the fees and practice. Let's meet on Sunday."

"Miss, I'm not bothering you, am I? I love you, Miss. I feel like being with you."

"We're going to Canada, right? You'll be with me for four days there, okay?"

"Uh."

He suddenly took both her hands and kissed her fingers. "Miss, can I say something?"

"Hmm..."

"I don't know why you kissed me for the first time, but I liked it as much as you did. Let's stay like this, Miss. No matter what Gautam, my parents, or anyone else thinks, when it's just the two of us, I want to kiss you. I like being with you like this, and I know you like it too. Don't overthink it. We are friends. You are my lovely teacher."

As Bharat expressed his feelings, she watched him in amazement. 

He bent his neck again, took her face, and sucked her upper lip into his mouth, and Geetha responded and cooperated. They licked each other's saliva with passion.

"Miss, I'll keep kissing you. I won't stop until you tell me to."

"Give me. I won't stop you."

He kissed her lower lip again, biting it with affection. A burning sensation arose. 

"Mmmmm..." she moaned.

"Is it okay?"

"I told you I won't stop you."

"The rest when we meet again. Bye, Miss..." he said, getting up.

A small cut like a kumkum mark appeared on her pink lower lip where his saliva was, and she could see a little blood.

"Oh... I didn't see."

She smiled and playfully flicked his head. "Bad puppy."

"Miss, this will be a memory until we meet on Sunday."

"Stupid, what will I say if someone sees this now?"

"Tell them a puppy bit you."

"Oh, just go, ra. If you stay here..." she stopped mid-sentence.

"Huh? If I stay?"

She pinched his nose. "Bad boy... I'll give you a punishment."

"As a punishment, let's exchange ten more kisses, Miss. What do you say?..." he said with a cocky smile.

"Oh, no, ra. Go."

"Ugh... I'm going."

Bharat got up, wiped his mouth with the end of her saree, and looked into her eyes with affection as he walked out of the house. Geetha smiled shyly, wiping her bloody lip.
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To be continued………