Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

A soft, whirring fan stirred the air, a gentle breeze rustling a few strands of hair on Gita’s damp forehead. She yawned, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Bharat, shirtless, smiling down at her.

"Good morning, Miss," he murmured, his voice a low, pleasant rumble.
Gita was startled, a slight tremor running through her. Noticing her tremble, he gently placed his palm on her cheek. "Miss, we're at my house."

She took a deep, steadying breath, the memories of the previous night at the pub slowly trickling back. "Oh… good morning."

He smiled, a playful glint in his eyes, and kissed the tip of her nose. She reciprocated, leaning in to kiss his chin. Her gaze fell to his bare chest, and a laugh escaped her lips.

"Put on a shirt," she said, trying to sound serious. "You shouldn't be next to me like this."

He moved closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. "Ah… how should I be, then? You told me to take it off last night, and now you’re telling me to put it on. Is everything up to you?"

"What? I told you to take it off?" she asked, her voice laced with surprise.

"No, you took it off yourself," he corrected, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Really?"

"So you don't remember?"

"I remember until we got to your house."

"You don't remember what happened last night, Miss? Oh my."

A wave of panic washed over Gita. 

‘What did I do? Did I do something I shouldn't have? Did I force myself on Bharat? Or did he take advantage of my weakness while I was intoxicated? No, Bharat wouldn't do that. But I could have done something while I was drunk.’

Then she noticed something that calmed her rising fears: Bharat was shirtless, but she was still in the same dress Sindhu had given her the day before. I don't need to worry, she thought, taking a breath of relief.

He hugged her tightly, holding her by the waist, and kissed her neck just below her ear.

"Mm… you dog."

"I didn't think you would come, Miss."

"I came for you."

"But what you did last night wasn't good, Miss."

Gita's heart fluttered. What did she do? 

"What did I do?" she asked, a knot forming in her stomach.

He rubbed his nose against her neck. "You came here drunk and kissed me. I didn't like the smell. It was bad."

‘Phew… that's it?’

"I kissed you?" she asked, the relief evident in her tone.

"Hmm… you threw me on the bed, climbed on top of me, and forcibly kissed me. I didn't like it, Miss."

She smiled slightly, her eyes twinkling. "Hey, really? Are you just teasing me?" she winked playfully.

"Miss, there's no teasing. It's the truth. I didn't like it. I really don't like you drunk."

She lifted his face and kissed his forehead. "Sorry, puppy. My friends were just being stubborn. I just agreed for their sake. I'm not used to it, honestly."

"Hmm… but…"

"But what?"

He giggled.

"Tell me."

"Nothing, Miss. You get shy when I ask for a kiss, but last night you just came and did it yourself."

Looking into his eyes, Geetha said, "You're the one who said you wanted kisses."

"I did."

"You called me yesterday afternoon and asked me to come over. I felt like coming, so I did. You're happy, right?"

"Very, Miss. I didn't think you'd come. It's Sunday today, so I'll be completely free after I get back from the academy. Then it'll be just the two of us all day."

Just then, Geetha remembered her shopping plans with Sindhu. Her face fell. She wanted to be with Bharat.

"What's wrong, Miss?"

"I have to go shopping with my friend this afternoon."

Bharat lifted his head to kiss her forehead but stopped. Their eyes met. She took his head in her hands and brought his lips to hers.

He affectionately kissed her forehead. "Miss, will you come back here tonight?"

She giggled. "So, will you give me fourteen kisses when I come back tonight?"

He moved down slightly, stopping his lips just before hers. Their warm breaths mingled as they looked into each other's eyes. Bharat took the opportunity, putting his right hand on her back, and as Gita melted, she placed her leg on his. They stared at each other's lips.

"Puppy, you don't drink, do you?"

"Never, Miss."

"Didn't you like my kiss yesterday?"

"I didn't like it. I didn't like you forcing me. I want you to be shy, and I want to convince you. That's how I like it, Miss."

"Oh, so the puppy won't listen to what I say?"

"I'll listen, but not like that. I'll listen when we're like this, now."

Feeling his warmth, she gently caressed his shoulders with her left hand, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him close. He put his lips on hers.

Geeta, in a daze, said, "One..." and tried to move her lips away, but he turned his face.

Confused, she looked at him, grabbed his chin, and looked straight into his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Brush your teeth first."

She laughed. "It's not a big deal now."

He immediately turned his back and lay down. She pulled his shoulders, but he stubbornly didn't turn.

From behind, her breasts pressed against his cool back like warm buns. Her breasts tingled from the heat of his body.

She lifted her head, kissed his cheek. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Promise me you won't drink again.”

She smiled a little and playfully bit his right ear. He remained still, eyes closed, sulking.

She bit him again. He still didn't move. Confused, she pulled his hair, turned his face towards her, and looked at him with a little annoyance. "Oye… doesn't that hurt?"

"You can do whatever you want. But I didn't like it."

"I'm saying sorry…" she leaned forward to kiss his lips, but he stopped her with his hand.

"I don't have a brush here."

"Then give it to me when you come back tonight."

She looked at Bharat and his visible body. His strong, not-too-hairy chest, his navel with visible pecks, his muscular arms, and the gentle hands that were now covering her cheeks to stop her. 

Bharat also looked at her neck, her milky white body, and the mangalsutra that was peeking out of her dress and resting on his chest. The small black earrings matching her black dress, the slightly faded pink lipstick from the night's kiss, and her eyes looking at him with a small hope.

They looked at each other in silence. Gita moved up a little, her boobs pressing tightly against the dress, and she bent down slightly, resting her heart exactly an inch away from Bharat's chin.

"Tell me what all we did last night."

"Sriram anna dropped you off here. You told him to leave your car and walk back."

"Ha, I remember that."

"After we came inside, I smelled vodka on you. You closed the door and kissed me."

"Ha…"

"You pushed into bedroom, I fell on bed."

"Ha… and then?"

"You grabbed my shirt and pulled it, and one button came off. I was about to unbutton the rest myself, but you couldn't stop and just pulled it all the way off."

"Really?"

"Hmm… You said, 'Puppy, you don’t understand how it feels to have sex while drunk?' You pushed me onto the bed, got on top of me, and kissed me."

"Oh… (she's surprised) What…?"

Bharat's cheeks turned red, and he turned his face away.

"What did you say?"

He closed his eyes and hid his face in the blanket. "Yes, you said that. I thought you might have mistaken me for Gautam sir."

‘Is that true? Damn, what exactly happened?

 Why can't I remember?’

Gita's hands were cold. She looked at Bharat in a panic. "And then…?" she asked slowly and falteringly.

"You passed out on top of me. That's it."

Geeta couldn't believe what Bharat was saying. She was lost in thought, wondering how she could have said that when Bharat's phone rang.

The interruption caused Gita to hide her face in his chest, feeling embarrassed. Bharat answered the phone.

"Yes, Daddy…"

"Oh, Mom, what is it?"

"I'll get the milk packet. Yes, I'll put it in the fridge. Okay."

"Yes, okay… I know, Mom. You don't have to keep telling me."

"Yes, I'm hanging up. Bye."

He hung up the phone, stroking her back. "Miss…?"

Feeling even more shy, Gita hugged him closer, her heart pressing against his, and hid her face under his chin.

Waking up not in her own house but in Bharat's, in his bed, in his warm arms, hugging him with such intimacy… it was something she had never imagined. The excitement, the desire, the feeling of getting something she never had from him made her blush.

She couldn't believe she passed out on him while she was drunk last night. 

‘Do I really have that much affection for Bharat?’

"Wake up, you need to brush your teeth. I'll go to the shop and get the milk packet. We'll have tea."

She gave a mischievous smile and kissed his chin with her soft lips.

Gita's willingness to give kisses made Bharat's heart flutter playfully. Her scent, her warmth, the sweetness of her beauty, and the kiss—everything was moving his heart. 

Feeling the heat of her body, he also wrapped his arms around her waist, wanting more.
"Isn't this great?"

Gita replied with a gentle, shy, "Mmm…"

Bharat had an errand to run. He had to do what his mom told him to. "Get up, I have to go to the shop."

"But you said you wanted to be with me. Stay like this for a little longer."

He puckered his lips and laughed. "But…"

Gita was not completely over her hangover. She felt sleepy. She closed her eyes and rested on Bharat's neck.

"I'll be back."

"Mm… I'm sleepy."

He gently moved to the left and laid her down on the bed. He whispered in her ear. "Then sleep. I'll wake you up in a bit."

He got up.

She grabbed his neck with her left hand, pulled him down to lie down, and pinched his throat. "Hey, you dog… you lie down, too…" and rested her head on his shoulder again.

"You have no shame," he said humorously.

She hit him on the cheek. "Stupid… what do you mean by that?"

"Oops, sorry, Miss…" he laughed.

She hit him again, harder. "If you say that again, I'll hit you."

"Oh, fine, Miss. Okay, Miss? Let go, Miss. First, get up and call Gautam sir. He called last night, and I told him you were sleeping."

As soon as she heard Gautam's name, she sat up abruptly.

"Haha… what happened, Miss? Why did you get up so suddenly?"

She bit her nail. "Give me my phone."

He took her phone from the shelf next to the bed and gave it to her.

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him you were sleeping."

"Did you tell him you were at my house?"

"No, I told him you were at my house."

"Oh my God, Bharat, why did you say that?"

He laughed. "What's wrong, Miss? Why are you so worried? Gautam sir didn't say anything. He just said to call him when you wake up, that's it."

He got up, rested his head on her shoulder, put her earring in his mouth, and sucked on it. "I didn't tell him I was kissing you like this, Miss."

She playfully hit his cheek and pushed him away. "Don't overdo it. This isn't a joke."

He lightly bit her earring. "It's not a joke, no. It's about you letting me kiss you in the morning…" he slurped the sweat on her neck.

Gita shivered. "Mmm…" she moaned blissfully.

"Miss, check the time…" he wrapped his hands around her shoulders and started kissing her neck.

Gita looked at her phone in a daze of pleasure. It's 7:04. "It's 7:04."

He pressed his lips against the soft nape of her neck and gently bit it.

"Iss… that's enough… save the kisses for tonight."

"Miss, I wish I could spend an entire day with you like this. I thought we could today, but you're saying you have to go shopping. Can't we stay, Miss?"

She put her hand behind his head, stroking it. "It's not possible, ra. Please understand."

He lifted his head and kissed her nose. "Miss, tell me, will you spend a whole day with me like this?"

She held him and kissed his nose. "If I can, I will. I'll give you as many kisses as you want. And you can kiss me wherever you want."

"Ah… wherever I want?"

"It's your wish."

He looked into her eyes with affection, moving his hand down her shoulder past her waist, to her thighs, and then he put his index finger between her thighs, pressing on the spot where her dress forms a V-shape.

Geeta shivered slightly. She closed her eyes and rested her face on his neck.

He whispered in her ear. "Even here?"

‘No, what is he saying? There? Not there. 

The waist, no. The thighs, no. Ugh… don't mind.’

Gita was silent and kissed his shoulder muscle.

"Miss, fourteen kisses. Promise me you'll come back tonight."

"Of course I'll come, puppy. Now, that's enough. I need to call Gautam."

He silently got up and went to the bathroom.

Gita took her phone and called Gautam. He didn't pick up. A message came: "I can't call, do voice messages."

Gita: "Are you busy?"

Gautam: "A little."

Gita: "You called last night, and I was sleeping."

Gautam: "That's not the point. I'll punish you when I get back."

Gita: "Punishment for what?"

Gautam: "I heard you drank vodka?"

Gita: "Did Bharat tell you?"

Gautam: "Yes… Who is that friend who made you drink?"

Gita: "Sindhu Akka."

Gautam: "Oh, I see… you drank for Sindhu, but you didn't remember that your husband would scold you?"

Gita: "Why would my husband scold me? Is it wrong if I drink, but not if he does?"

Gautam: "Aha… I'll tell you. I'll show you when I get home. Late nights, pubs, vodka, and sleeping at a student's house. The little girl is getting out of control."

Gita: "What do you mean, out of control? What will you do? It's my choice."

Gautam: "Yes, it's your choice, but…"

Gita: (Laughing emoji)

Gautam: (Angry emoji)

Gita: "Why are you angry?"

Gautam: "What did you do with the boy?"

Gita: "Hey, what did I do? I just slept here instead of going home."

Gautam: "Tell me the truth."

Gita: "I mean, I gave him a kiss."

Gautam: "That's it… you deserve a good beating when I get back."

Gita: "Ah.. Goutham, I'm waiting for your beating right here… beat me without clothes. I’ll serve you myself as slave my darling." (winking emoji)

Gautam: "Crazy girl. You're getting very naughty."

Gita: "I'm not allowed to be?"

Gautam: "You are, you are."

Gita: (5 kiss emojis)

Gautam: "Stop it. I'm in the office."

Gita: "What do they know how much I love my husband?"

Gautam: (6 kiss emojis)

Gita: "Wow… did the office disappear now?"

Gautam: (Laughing emoji)

Gita: "I'm thinking of staying with Bharat tonight too. His mom and dad aren't home."

Gautam: "Okay…"

Gita: "I thought you would say no."

Gautam: "Why would I? You said it's your choice."

Gita: "Oh… okay."

Gautam: "Hmm… bye… (kiss emoji)"

Gita: "Okay, mwah… (kiss emoji)"

Bharat came back after brushing his teeth, wiping his face with a towel.

"Where is the bathroom?"

"It's in the back, Miss. Go ahead. I'll go to the shop and come back. You can brush your teeth in the meantime."

Gita got up, adjusting her dress. "I didn't bring my brush. Do you have a new one?"

He put the towel on the hanger, came closer, and winked. "You can use my brush; it's fine."

Gita was surprised by his words. "Eww…! How can I use your brush? No." She gave him a strange look.

"What, my mouth doesn't taste good?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

Her cheeks glowed like hibiscus flowers, and she couldn't hide her delight. She playfully hit Bharat's face and pushed him away.

"Fine, as you wish. Just brush with your finger. I'm leaving. No one else will come."

"Hey, there's a bag of clothes in the car. Can you give it to me before you go?"

"Oh, okay, Miss."