Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

May 4,

Geetha’s eyes fluttered open. She pushed aside the strands of hair clinging to her dry lips, sat up, and glanced around, the events of the previous night rushing back to her. 

She’s alone in the room. 

The comb, phone, clip, bedsheet, and door were all exactly as she had left them before going to sleep.

 Was it all just a dream?

‘Who was he? How did he even get here? 

That kiss… and what was with that 'God' thing? 

Ugh, why did I say that? 

Was it a dream, or did it really happen?’

She shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside. Getting up, she headed to the bathroom. 

After a shower, she grabbed a carrot for breakfast and settled in front of the TV, sipping her tea. 

Just then, her phone rang. Seeing Bharat’s name on the screen, a faint smile touched her lips. She answered, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Hello,” she said.

“Miss, I have a match tomorrow, so I might not be able to make it to the wedding,” he explained. “My coach might not let me.”

“Oh, really… Oh no…” she replied, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Miss, once you get there, please call me. I’ll come and meet you,” he continued. “I won't be able to stay long.”

“It wouldn’t be nice to come all that way and not stay,” she said, trying to persuade him.

“No, Miss… I’ll just meet all our friends and leave,” he insisted. “Vandana, Chandana, Vikas, Arjun, Harish, Pavani—they all said they’re coming in the group chat.”

“Okay, it’s up to you,” she conceded.

“Hmm, call me once you reach there,” he said.

“I will.”

“Geetha…”

“Hey…”

“Get ready nicely.”

“Why, are you going to kiss me?” she teased.

“I will if you ask me to,” he shot back playfully.

“Will break your teeth if you try anything cheeky there,” she warned, a laugh in her voice.

“Haha… Okay… Call me,” he said before ending the call.

She looked at the time: 9:40 a.m. She needed to get to the wedding soon and also pick up Ramya on the way. She got up, placed the teacup in the kitchen, and went into her bedroom, ready to change out of her nightgown.

Standing in front of the mirror, she held her pale, cloud waist with both hands, admiring it. 

‘What should I wear? 

The one I wore to Deepa's wedding 

will be fine, right?’

Her cloud-colored bra clung to her breasts, creating a tight image in the mirror. Deciding the bra was fine, she left it on, opened the wardrobe, and pulled out a blue cloud-colored saree and a silver-embroidered blouse. She laid the saree on the bed, putting on the blouse and petticoat first.

Crossing her arms, she held her shoulders and admired herself in the mirror. Her smooth shoulders felt soft to her fingers in the sleeveless blouse. She then raised her right arm, looking at her armpit. It was clean, with no marks or hair, and had tiny candy floss folds.

Just then, Bharat appeared behind her in the mirror. She smiled shyly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

“Miss… Are you wearing this saree just for me?” he whispered.

“Hmm…” she murmured in agreement.

“I knew it.”

“Hmm…”

“Look at me and say it.”

She turned her head back to look, but there was no one. She looked forward again, and he had disappeared. 

A smile spread across her face, realizing it was just an illusion.

She took the saree, tucked the pleats at her navel, and secured them with a pin. Dbanging the pallu over her chest, she folded the lining from her shoulder to the back. She shook and combed her dry hair, securing it with a large clip at the back instead of braiding it.

Pulling out the drawer under the mirror, she put on her gold stud earrings. She took out two thin gold bangles, put them on, and added a red stone-studded bangle on her right hand and her watch on her left.

Her phone rang again. She ran to the hall and picked it up.

“Hello, Ramya teacher,” she said.

“Geetha, are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Geetha, you go directly there. Vikas said he would pick me up.”

“Why? We can go together. Why Vikas?”

“No, he’s at my house. You just come directly to the wedding. We are leaving. My husband said he wouldn't come.”

“Okay, it's your choice. We'll meet when I get there.”

After getti ready, Geetha left the house.

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A large sign for "Ganesh weds Surekha" stood proudly in front of the Narasimha Kalyana Mandapam. Past the sign, a black i20 pulled into the lot, followed by Bharat on his scooter. He turned right into the parking area, parked his scooter, and pulled the keys from the ignition.

Dressed in a red checkered shirt, jeans, and white sneakers, he strolled under a floral archway, his keys jingling in his hand. 

To his left, beyond the cars, he spotted an empty, tree-filled space. He walked toward it, stepped over a small ledge, and disappeared into the trees. Behind them lay a small, secluded garden with flowering plants.

Bharat had the same thought that you might have—it would be nice if it were dark. But it was broad daylight, and as he considered this, the garden seemed to stretch to the left, all the way to the wedding hall wall.

He walked to the wall and looked back. He couldn't see anyone, not even the road.

 A dense cluster of trees and shrubs created a natural screen, making it impossible for those outside to see into the garden. If someone was near the entrance, they might be visible to arriving guests, but a person hiding among the trees near the hall wall would be completely concealed, even in daylight. 

Bharat saw two fig trees close together, their leaves creating the perfect blind. 

Besides, who would come all the way to this wall anyway?

He tested his theory, hiding behind three trees and checking for any chance of being seen. 

He noticed a small gap next to the hall wall. It was the perfect spot. 

Now, all he had to do was bring Geeta here. 

His eyes scanned the crowd for her as he walked briskly back toward the wedding canopy.

Music played and people milled about as Bharat looked at the guests seated in rows of chairs.

 A few rows back, he spotted Chandana—no, Vandana. Next to her was Ramya, and next to her, a captivating beauty like a blue monsoon cloud.

He crossed the cables next to the screen where a pre-wedding video was playing and found a secluded spot. He pulled out his phone, opened WhatsApp, and clicked on "Miss." He sent a quick message: "Miss, please come outside for a minute, no one is here."

He peeked around the side of the screen and saw Geeta looking at her phone. A moment later, his phone vibrated.

Geeta: What do you want to talk about?

Bharat sent a series of three kiss emojis.

Geeta: No.

Bharat: Please.

Geeta looked up and around, then back down at her phone.

Geeta: I'll come if you say you'll just talk.

Bharat: Yeah, okay. Come to the board near the entrance.

He pocketed his phone and walked along the red carpet between the chairs, gesturing to Geeta as she watched him. He ignored Chandana, who was also looking at him, and walked to the small ledge of the garden to wait.

Geeta came out and looked around. As soon as she saw Bharat, she gave a vertical nod. 

He beckoned with his hand, and she came closer. He looked back toward the wedding and then walked into the garden. She followed, stepping into the secret spot.

He turned and stopped. His gaze swept over her, from her feet to the blue, cloud-like waterfalls of her saree, the silver rainbow of its lace, the other rainbow of her waist that looked like overflowing milk fudge, the pleats of her shoulders, her rose-petal lips, and finally rested on her flickering, restless eyes.

With her lips parted and moist, she asked, "What is it? Tell me."

Distracted, Bharat simply said, "Miss, come with me for a minute."

Geeta didn't feel like refusing. He took her hand and led her to the secluded spot he had found.

 He guided her to stand against the wall, looked at her with a mix of longing and lust, and brought his lips close to hers.

With bated breath, Bharat whispered, "Miss..." His eyes traced the line of her neck and rested on her heart. 

A rosy glow spread from her lips to her cheeks. She held his chin and lifted his head.

"Do I look good?" she asked.

"You look kissable."

"No. What if someone sees? You said you'd talk, so talk."

"You know why I didn't come for that... I wanted this," he said.

He stepped forward with his right foot and extended his right arm, capturing the arch of the milky folds of her waist. A tremor ran through Geeta's body. She hesitated slightly and held his left shoulder.

"Take your hand away," she said.

"Miss, you look kissable."

"So are you going to kiss me?"

As he leaned in for her lips, she stopped him with her hand. "Are you crazy? What if someone sees? No."

He pushed her gently against the wall and kissed her cool cheek. "I'm crazy about you..."

Swallowing, her lips trembling, she looked into his eyes. "We're at a wedding, no... I'm scared."

"Miss, just five minutes..." As he said this, he pinched her waist, leaned in closer, and bit the plump part of her right boob next to the line of her heart, where her saree pallu couldn't hide it.

Geeta jolted with a tremor, "Hah..." and a low moan escaped her lips as she gripped his shoulder. He placed a wet kiss on the soft swell, then raised his head and passionately pressed his lips into her neck. Geeta held him tighter, wanting more. He covered the curve of her neck with his lips.

"Mm..." she moaned.

"Miss, when you look this beautiful, I go crazy," he whispered.

The rich, earthy scent of Bharat’s strong rosemary perfume mingled with his breath, a fragrant cloud that made Geeta’s head spin. Lost in the intoxicating moment, she leaned in and kissed him just below his ear.

“I’ll take you home when we leave,” she whispered, her lips close to his ear. “I’ll give you what you want when we get home. Let me go.”

But that wasn't possible. He had to go to the academy, didn't he?

“It won't work, Miss,” Bharat said, pulling back slightly. “I have practice. I can't come tonight.”

She held his neck and looked deep into his eyes. With his thumb, he gently touched her lip, then licked away a trace of pink lipstick that had come off.

“You said you’d jump the wall and come tonight,” Geeta reminded him.

“Hmm... It can't be today,” he said, the desire in his voice clear. “That’s why I want it now.”

“No...” Geeta's voice was a shaky protest. “It's not good for us to be here for too long.”

Ignoring her, he kissed her on her chest again.

“Sss…” she hissed, a soft sound of surrender.

“Umm... Miss, I'll just give you one kiss and go,” he murmured, his voice now a low, desperate plea. “I'm scared too.”

“You’ll lick off my lipstick?” she teased, a hint of a smile on her face.

He raised his head and kissed her chin. “Do you wear lipstick there too?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Hah... where do you mean?” she giggled.

He slid his finger into the pleats of her saree, his fingertip touching the skin just below her navel. He was about to go deeper, but she stopped him with her left hand.

“Hey, what are you doing?” she asked, a mixture of alarm and excitement in her tone.

“Miss, just one minute,” he pleaded. “I'll give you just one kiss.”

“Hey, where are you going to kiss me? The navel is okay,” she conceded.

“Not the navel, below.”

“Oh no, no...” She recoiled, shaking her head.

He pulled his hand back and instead pinched the pallu of her saree over her left boob.

“Ah...” she gasped.

“Then I'll give it to this,” he said. As he spoke, a delicious shiver ran through her.

Biting her lip, she replied, “No... none of that is possible now.”

He pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Do you want it or not?”

She hesitated for a moment, then gave a slight, vertical nod of her head.

“Please, take it off just once,” he begged.

Sweat trickled down Geeta’s neck. “Don't take it off, it's too risky.”

“Nothing will happen if we keep talking,” he insisted. “Just for one minute. No one is coming. Hurry up, please, Miss.”

“No, it's not good to take off the saree,” she said, her voice filled with apprehension.

“Then how...?”

“Let's not do anything. If we get caught, that's it.”

He grabbed her waist, pulled her close, and began showering her neck with kisses. She responded by wrapping her hands around his back, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Umm... Miss, I'll give you one kiss down there,” he whispered against her skin.

“No... How will you do that?” she protested softly. “You won't listen. It's not a good idea.”

He rubbed his nose against her soft shoulders and kissed her again. Both of them trembled with desire, and his warm kisses sent Geeta spiraling into ecstasy.

“Miss, sorry...” Bharat said, his voice now a mere breath against her skin.

Geeta became anxious. “Why?”

Suddenly, Bharat let go of her embrace and slipped down, lifting the hem of her saree. 

She bent down, grabbing his hands nervously, trying to stop him.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“Miss, just be still and quiet for a minute.”

“No, please, Bharat.”

In a moment, Bharat's head disappeared beneath her skirt. 

Geeta clenched her fists into the folds of her saree, gritting her teeth.

“Miss, spread your legs...” he said from inside the skirt.

Her left foot moved to the left. She dug her fingernails into the wall for support.

“Iss... Hey, don't touch my panties.”

“How can I not, Miss...” he murmured.

“Aah...” she groaned, her voice a strained whisper as her nails scbangd against the wall.

Bharat's head went down below the flowing pleats of her blue saree and then came up again.

“Aah... you said just one... you dog...” she cried, a breathless laugh escaping her lips.

“Don't scream, Miss, someone might hear.”

He emerged and stood up, pulling her into a tight hug. “Sorry...”

She kissed his neck. “You said just one, didn't you?”

“Once I tasted it, I wanted more,” he confessed.

“Tsk, you naughty boy.”

“Haha... I couldn't see anything, you know. Did I get it right?” he teased.

“Chee, don't ask. You know, but you're asking innocently, you pervert.”

He hugged her tightly, showering her neck with kisses and pinching her waist. 

Fearing someone might be watching, Geeta looked toward the garden. Just then, a young girl in a lehenga came over the wall.

Geeta’s eyes widened. “Chandu...”

Bharat jumped away from Geeta with a jolt.

“What are you two doing here?” Chandana asked, her eyes narrowed. “Teacher Ramya is calling you.”

“W...we're coming,” Geeta stammered.

Chandana looked at Bharat with a raised eyebrow. “What are you doing with the teacher?”

“That...,” he stuttered.

“I heard it. Why did Miss make that sound?”

“I mean, Chandu...”

“Tell me.”

Geeta remained silent, looking down and adjusting her saree.

“Chandu, Chandu... don't tell anyone,” Bharat pleaded, his voice soft with desperation.

Chandana suddenly burst into laughter.