Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

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The afternoon sun beat down on the academy, but inside the indoor badminton court, the only sounds were the rhythmic "thung thung" of shuttles and the soft squeak of shoes on the polished floor. 

Bharath, sweat beading on his forehead, was in a fierce practice match with Saikrishna. 

On the sidelines, Rafiq capped his water bottle, a knowing wink on his face. "Take it slow, Bharath," he teased.

"Ha..." Bharath's response was a low grunt as he hit a shot. The cock flew low, just clearing the net, and clipped the edge of Saikrishna's racquet before dropping. "Four points," Bharath said with a triumphant grin.

Rafiq announced he was heading for lunch but told them they could stay and play. "Okay, sir," Saikrishna said dutifully.

"Sir, I have to go to a wedding," Bharath chimed in, almost as if he were asking for permission. "I'll be back quickly, for sure."

"You can go," Rafiq replied, "but you have to come back and play after lunch."

"I'll come, sir," Bharath promised.

"Okay, bye," Rafiq said, and then he was gone.

Bharath turned to his friend. "Bro, should I bring you something?"

"Nah, I ordered lunch here," Saikrishna said, shaking his head. "It'll get wasted."

"I should've asked you before, right?" Bharath said, feeling a touch of regret.

"It's fine. You go," Saikrishna said, his tone serious. "Remember, we have to beat those Silver Star guys in the doubles match tomorrow."

"That's the first thing I'll do when I get back," Bharath vowed.

The jingle of anklets at the entrance made them both turn their heads. 

Standing there, radiating an almost magical aura, was Chandana, a vision in a maroon lehenga. She walked toward them with a radiant smile. "Hi, Sai bro."

"Hi, Chandu," Saikrishna said, his voice playful. "Are you guys getting married? You came to pick up Bharath, all dressed up?"

Chandu blushed, a delicate flush spreading across her cheeks. "Don't joke, Sai bro."

"Hahaha..." Saikrishna laughed.

"Did you drop your sister off and come?" Bharath asked.

"Yeah, I dropped her off," she confirmed. "Anil sir and the English sir are there too. By the way, aren't you going to change? You're going like this?"

"No, let's go home," he said. "I'll wash my face and change in five minutes."

"Okay, let's go," she agreed.

"Bro, I'll be back in the afternoon," Bharath called to Saikrishna.

"Okay, okay," Saikrishna replied, waving them off.

They walked out to the gate, hopped on a scooter, and rode off into the afternoon. 

After crossing the junction near Bharath's house, a powerful smell of perfume wafted from Chandana, and he couldn't resist. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent deeply.

"Don't you have a match tomorrow?" Chandu asked, her voice soft.

"Yes, I do," he murmured.

"Then win it," she said. "Don't lose like that Rohit."

"What will you give me if I win?" he whispered, his voice intoxicated, his lips close to her ear.

"You're a kid," she said, a small laugh in her voice. "Act like a kid, okay?"

"What? Are you using my dialogue on me?" he teased.

"You are the only one who can use dialogues?" she retorted.

"You look amazing today," he said, the compliment genuine.

"Wow, what's with all the compliments today?" she asked, her voice filled with mock surprise.

He placed his left hand on her choco midriff, his fingers tracing a path over her soft skin. 

She turned her head, looking at his hand, and took a deep, shaky breath. In the scooter's mirror, she met his eyes as he smiled.

"Readers will report this," she said. "Take your hand off."

"They won't this time," he replied with a confident smirk.

"Why?"

"In another month, we'll be in college. It won't matter then."

"You're talking differently," she noted.

"What's different about it?"

"You know."

"Tell me what it is," he urged, but she just smiled without answering. "Tell me..." 

Meanwhile, scooter came to a stop in front of his house.

"We're at your house," she said. "Go and change. I'll wait."

"Come inside," he said.

"Oh, no," she replied. "Your mom will be there. It's okay, you go and come back."

"She's not here, she's at the market," he said, pulling out a key. "I have the second key."

"Even so, I won't come," she said firmly.

"Why?"

"You said there won't be a report, right? Something's up. I'm not coming."

"Come on, get off," he insisted, taking her hand and pulling her from the scooter, leading her toward the gate.

"Hey, wait..." she protested, but he let go of her at the front door.

"Won't you see my house, even once?" he asked.

"I'll see it," she said, as she took off her maroon heels. He pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. As soon as they stepped inside, he closed it behind them.

Chandu's gaze was fixed on Bharath, her eyes moving from his forehead to his nose, chin, and then down to his shoulders, admiring the definition of his muscles through his t-shirt. 

He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. She closed her eyes for a moment, then quickly took two steps back.

"Hey, do you think this is a 3 movie?" she joked, her voice a little breathless. "Go change, we have to go."

He moved forward, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer. She looked into his eyes, a stillness in her gaze, like a porcelain doll.

"Nobody pays attention to me in class," he said, his voice low and serious. "Why do you like me?"

"I know you look at me sometimes in class," she replied, and a gentle smile touched his lips.

Ever since eighth grade, Bharath, who sat in the third row, had been watching Chandana, who sat on the other side of the room in the second. Whenever his eyes wandered, they always found her first. He watched her so often that a liking blossomed, though he never admitted it to himself. Chandu, for her part, always knew he was looking. Whenever she turned to meet his gaze, he would innocently turn his face to the blackboard. It was this unspoken, secret gaze that had made her develop a crush on him.

"You're a comedy piece in class," she said, her voice teasing. "But I like it when you make me laugh."

He interlocked his fingers on her waist and squeezed gently. Her eyelids fluttered, her breathing quickened. He leaned in, his warm breath on her face, his gaze piercing her eyelids with a hint of arrogance.

"What, am I a comedy piece?" he said.

"Go change your clothes," she replied, but he brought his left hand up and cupped her face.

"You call me a comedy piece... I'll show you."

She looked at his pupils and stood on her toes, letting her lips brush against his. "What will you show me?" she whispered.

He turned his face to the right, letting his bottom lip brush against her bottom lip. "Your waist is very soft."

"So?" she asked.

He twisted his fingers, giving her a playful pinch. "Ahh..." A small cry escaped her, and her lips pressed hard against his. Both of them froze for a moment.

Chandu lowered her gaze. Bharath leaned in further, his bottom lip finding its way between her lips. She accepted him willingly. He sucked on her upper lip and pulled her into a hug. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, surrendering to the sweetness of the moment. He bit her lips slightly, and she completely gave in. He stopped, looking at her with a question in his eyes.

"Okay...?" he asked.

"Mmm..." she purred with delight. He took her in again. "Mmm..." As her back leaned back, he put a hand behind her for support, his lips chewing on hers.

"Mmm... Stop... Stop, we have to go."

"Ha... Mmm..." he continued, lost in the moment.

"Mmmm..." They finally parted.

"What's wrong with you today?" she asked, her voice a little dazed.

"Nothing's wrong," he said, but his body told a different story.

His practice for the game had made him stronger, and his sexual energy was building. He had been holding it back, focusing on the game, but being this close to Chandu, he couldn't resist. He let some of that heat out on her. She hugged him tightly.

"We have to go," she said. "I'll give you anything you ask for."

"Okay, wait," he said. "I'll get ready and come."

"Hmm..."

An "izz izz" vibration from Bharath's pocket broke the spell. He pulled out his phone and saw "Miss" on the screen. "Shh... be quiet," he told Chandu.

"Okay," she replied.

"Hello, Miss..." he said into the phone.

"Bharath, did you reach home?" Geetha's voice was on the other end.

"Yes, I'm at home."

"Wait, I'm coming to pick you up."

"Oh, Miss, no need."

"It's fine. Ramya said she going with Vikas," she said. "You wait, I'm on my way." The call ended.

"What happened?" Chandu asked.

"Geetha teacher," he said. "She's coming to pick me up."

"Why didn't you tell her I was with you?"

"I didn't want her to know we were like this," he confessed.

"She'll see us when she comes anyway," Chandu pointed out.

"Okay, then you should go," he said, but she just looked at him with a mischievous smile.

"Go before the teacher gets here," he urged.

"It's fine. Why should she care what we do?"

"You can stay," he said, giving in. "I'll go wash my face and come back. If Geetha Miss comes, tell her to wait."

He went into his room. Chandana took her phone and sat on a chair, sending a quick message to Vandana: "On the way." Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the TV, the photo of Bharath on the fridge, and the market baskets by the window. She went to the front door and opened it. The afternoon sun hit her face, and the wind made her hair fly.

"Close the door..." a voice behind her said. She turned to see Bharath, wearing jeans and a vest, zipping up his jeans. "Chandu, you should go, before Miss arrives." His kiss with Chandu hadn't been enough; now he wanted Geetha. If Chandu hadn't been here, he could have kissed Geetha.

"What?" Chandu said. "Miss knows I like you."

"Yes, she knows," Bharath replied. "But if she sees us like this, she'll scold us."

Chandana looked out the door and saw a car stopped in front of the house. Geetha was getting out. Chandana quickly ran to Bharath and held his hands, placing them on her waist.

"Hey, move," he said, but she grabbed his face and pulled it to hers, their lips locking.

Behind Chandana's hair, Bharath's eyes lifted. 

He saw his beautiful teacher standing at the door, stunned, watching the young couple. He couldn't resist the taste of Chandu's lips. He sank into the kiss, his eyes fixed on Geetha. 

She stood silently, struggling to look away, her fingers twisting with a growing curiosity about his actions.

He kissed Chandu's neck, his eyes still on Geetha, a flicker of desire in them.

"Stop it!" Geetha's voice was loud and sharp.

They quickly separated. "Sorry, Miss..." Bharath said.

"Go change," Geetha commanded. "Chandu, you two shouldn't be doing things like this right now. It's wrong."

"Miss, this is none of your business," Chandu said, a defiant edge to her voice. "It's personal."

Geetha didn't like Chandu's use of the word "personal." "It may be personal, but it's wrong right now, okay?" she said, her voice tight.

As Bharath went into the next room, Chandu took four steps toward Geetha. With a straight gaze and a hint of anger, she said, "I know, Miss."

Geetha's mind raced. 

What did she know? Had she intentionally kissed him in front of her? Had she found out about her and Bharath?

"What do you know?" Geetha asked, a new anxiety rising within her.

"I know something," Chandu said. "But our business is none of yours, and I think your business is none of mine. Bharath will come on the scooter. Let's go in the car."

Chandana's words caused a commotion in Geetha's mind. They walked slowly to the car and got in. As Geetha started the engine, Chandu began the conversation.

"Miss, I know," she said.

Geetha choked on her breath. "What do you know?"

"I saw you two kissing in our classroom."

"Chandu...?"

"I won't tell anyone, Miss. Not even Bharath," she said, then added, "Miss, why didn't you stop when Bharath kissed you?"

Geetha swallowed hard. What she had done in secret was now known to a third person. A new kind of anxiety rose within her.

"Tell me, Miss," Chandu urged.

Geetha had an idea to stop the questions. She turned to Chandu and looked her straight in the eyes. "You said personal matters are personal, right? Don't ask."

Chandana pouted, looking at the road. "I'll ask just one thing, Miss."

"Go on," Geetha said.

"Miss, I didn't like it when you did that with Bharath," Chandana confessed. "I did what I just did to make you jealous."

Geetha laughed, a strained sound. "Why would I be jealous? You're the one who said it was personal." 

In truth, a pang of jealousy had shot through her. She had grown to like Bharath more than she had admitted to herself.

"Miss, I said I didn't like you kissing him," Chandu insisted.

"Now you tell me why you didn't like it."

"Miss, I want Bharath all to myself. I just want to be with him," Chandu said, her voice soft and vulnerable. "I haven't told anyone this. I usually tell my sister everything, but I'm telling you."

"Chandu, you two shouldn't be thinking about these things right now," Geetha said, trying to be a responsible teacher.

But Chandu turned the same question back on her. "Then why did you kiss Bharath?"

Geetha closed her lips. The car filled with silence, and she had no words left to say.

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The weight of his secret felt heavy on Bharath's shoulders, but a sliver of relief cut through the tension. Geetha knew, and so did Chandu. He was nervous, yes, but not entirely worried.

Chandu’s laughter, a bright, uninhibited sound, shattered the silence. She took his hand, her touch surprisingly firm, and pulled him close. "I know," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I saw you and Geetha teacher kissing in our class a long time ago."

A jolt of pure shock ran through Bharath. He pulled away slightly, his voice a frantic whisper. "Chandu, don't tell anyone. It will cause problems."

"Promise..." Chandu's gaze was steady, unwavering. "I haven't told anyone. That's why I wasn't scared even when she came to your house. I even told Geetha miss what I saw."

He looked at Geetha, who had turned her face away, a faint blush staining her cheeks. 

Chandu’s voice brought him back to the moment. "Everyone is in the hall, no one will come here."

"Then how did you come?" Bharath asked, his mind racing.

"I saw you come in just now and the miss see you and come out," Chandu explained, her words tumbling over one another. "The miss came out but you still weren't coming inside, so I was looking for you in this place and heard the miss's voice. I came here."

"Oh, so you didn't see anything," Bharath said, a sense of relief washing over him.

Geetha held her head in her hands, a gesture of exasperation. Bharath quickly corrected himself. "I mean, I mean... you just came here after hearing a scream?"

"Yeah..." Chandu’s eyes were filled with mischievous curiosity. "What are you two doing, having another romance?"

"Assume so," Bharath said, wrapping his arms around Geetha's waist. He looked at Chandu, a playful glint in his eyes.

Chandu, her lips curved into a wicked smile, grabbed his lips and placed a quick, feathery kiss on them. "Hmm... romance with me too..."

Geetha took a step back, a silent signal that she was leaving. Bharath released Chandu and pulled Geetha into a tight hug from behind, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Let go, I'm leaving," Geetha said, her voice a soft protest.

He leaned in, his words a breathless murmur in her ear. "You are more to me than her. I only want your kiss."

Geetha turned her head back, her eyes meeting his. "What you've done is enough for now. Let go. You come after I leave."

He released her. Geetha wiped the sweat from her neck with the end of her saree and slipped away, her movements a study in quiet grace.

Bharath turned back and pulled Chandu close. "Hey, really no one knows, right? I promised the miss that I wouldn't let anyone know."

"No, they don't..." Chandu’s voice was filled with a childish innocence. "If they knew, there would be gossip in our class, right? What's going on with you and the teacher?"

"Nothing."

"A teacher-student affair?"

"It's not that much of an affair. Don't tell anyone. It won't look good, and the teacher will feel bad. Why did you even say that you know?"

"It's not just for the miss, listen to me. Bharath, none of this matters to me. But I'm your girlfriend, that's it."

"Okay, you are," Bharath conceded. "You said it doesn't matter to you, right? Don't talk about me near the miss, and don't talk about the miss near me anymore. We should forget."

"How can I forget?" Chandu’s voice was laced with a hint of petulance. "You're giving her more kisses than you give me. You like the miss more."

"Yes."

"I'm not that good-looking, but I'm still the one who talks to you. Have you even gotten close to me?" She pouted, her gaze dropping to the ground.

"Hey, listen," Bharath said, his voice soft and coaxing. "When these holidays are over, I won't be able to meet Geetha teacher. But we can meet whenever we can, right?"

"Mmm," she hummed, the sound a sweet, cute whisper.

He kissed her on the forehead. "After your next birthday, the underage reporting will go away. We can even fuck."

"You tricky Pervert"

A laugh rumbled in his chest as he slipped his hand into her lehenga top, his touch a gentle exploration. "Mmmmm..." Chandu moaned, a soft sound of pleasure.

"It will take a lot of time to do everything with you," he said, his voice husky.

"Oh my... is that why you're romancing the teacher?" Chandu’s voice was laced with a playful jealousy.

"Hahaha..."

"Are you making fun of me? I'll have the same things with you as like Geetha miss."

"You have no shame."

She held his face in her hands, pulling him in, her eyes locked with his. The world seemed to fade away as their lips met, a passionate, searing kiss that spoke of unspoken desires. 

He pinned her against the wall, his lips leaving a trail of fire down her neck.

"I'm scared someone might come when I'm with the miss," he confessed, his breath warm against her skin. "Now it doesn't matter if anyone comes."

"What did you do to the miss to make her make that sound?" Chandu’s voice was a curious whisper.

"You shouldn't ask about all that..."

"Please tell me?"

He squeezed her waist hard, a silent warning. "Ah, no..." she gasped.

"Then don't ask again."

"Okay..."

He tightened his grip on her waist, and she responded by deepening the kiss, her lips moving against his with a newfound ferocity.
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To be continued…………