18-08-2025, 03:01 PM
Geetha’s body still trembled with a delicious shiver, a sensation that had lingered since Bharat’s kiss in the garden.
She was awash in a mix of emotions: wonder, confusion, and a thrilling sense of danger.
She had gone to him so easily, allowing him to pull her into a secluded spot for that first, forbidden kiss. Then, to have him kiss Chandana right in front of her, filled her with a strange, undeniable jealousy. It was a feeling she couldn’t place, and she worried it meant her affection for him ran deeper than she cared to admit.
His words, “You are more to me,” and his embrace had only intensified her longing. But it was the thought of his innocent, surprising kisses—shared with both her and Chandana—that made her cheeks flush with a blush that spread all the way down her neck.
Lost in these swirling thoughts, she had returned home.
She shed her saree, changed into something comfortable, and lay on her bed, hugging a pillow to her chest.
Her body yearned for him, a physical ache that had consumed her for the last three hours.
Remembering what he had said the night before, she reached for her phone, a desperate need to hear his voice driving her.
After three rings, he didn’t pick up. Assuming he was in the middle of a game, she set the phone aside, not wanting to disturb him.
A glance at the wall clock told her it was nearly six in the evening. Just then, her phone rang, the sound making her jump. It was Bharat.
“Hello…” she said, her voice a little breathless.
“Miss…”
“Are you still there? Did I disturb you?” she asked.
“Not at all, Miss. Why did you call?”
“Just…”
“Is there something you need?” he pressed.
“No, no, dear. I just called you casually,” she lied, the words feeling clumsy on her tongue.
“Miss, I really feel like having some good tea,” he said, a note of longing in his voice.
“Then have some.”
“My coach has restricted me from drinking tea or coffee here. He even called my mother to tell her not to give me any at home.”
“Oh, really…”
“Miss, I want it.”
“But they said no, right?” she countered, a smile playing on her lips.
“What’s the harm in drinking just one cup? I didn’t even have ice cream or sweets at the wedding.”
“It’s your wish. If you feel like it, drink it.”
“Not like that. I’ll come to your house for tea.”
His words sent a shiver of anticipation through her. This was her chance—a chance to see him again, just as she had wished.
“Hmm…” she murmured, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Should I come?”
“How will you come?”
“I brought my bicycle with me.”
“What about the practice? It will take time for you to come here and go back, right?” she asked, a flimsy attempt to dissuade him.
“No. I’ll come, have tea, and go back home.”
“Only tea, dear…” she bit her tongue, a private smile blooming on her face.
“Haha… okay. Only tea, nothing else.”
“Hmm… come… bye.”
Geetha sat in her living room, every nerve on edge. The minutes stretched into an eternity. When she heard the familiar sound of her gate opening, she rose, clutching the end of her saree, and went to the doorstep. Bharat stood there, his eyes on her. He closed the gate and walked toward her.
She welcomed him inside. He followed her and asked, “Is the tea ready?”
“No, I have to make it. Sit down…”
He followed her into the kitchen, his gaze fixed on her waist. Geetha turned her head to look at him. “I told you to sit. Don’t come in here.”
“I’ll just watch you for the short time I’m here…” he said, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Geetha turned on the stove and placed a vessel of milk on it. “You won’t just watch. Didn’t I tell you on the phone?” she teased.
He understood her game, moving closer, his index finger tracing the soft skin where her saree tucked into her waist. She smiled and twisted her body slightly.
“Miss…” he said, his voice suddenly serious. She turned, a question on her face. “Do you want me to say anything about Chandana?”
“Nope, no,” she said softly.
He leaned in and kissed her left cheek.
“That’s why I told you not to come into the kitchen,” she whispered, her voice a breathy complaint.
“Miss, tell me the truth. You want me to stay here, don’t you?”
She ignored the question, turning her attention to the heating milk. She reached for the tea powder.
“We probably won’t be able to meet properly for the next five days,” he said.
“Why…?” she asked, scooping the powder into the milk.
“How should I tell you?”
“Tell me…”
He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pushed her braid aside and pressed his lips to her nape. A shiver of pure desire coursed through her. She raised her hand and held his head tightly against her.
“I said only tea.”
“This is my tea…” he licked her earring, the sensation sending another jolt through her.
“Bharat, all this isn’t possible now.”
“Yes. It’s not possible.”
He pressed his thighs against her, and she had to hold onto the stove to steady herself.
“You kissed me this afternoon, right?”
“Hmm, yes.”
“First, tell me why you can’t meet.”
“Meeting, I mean, not like that.”
“Then…?”
“My coach ordered me not to go near you,” he said.
“How does your coach know you come to me? Then how did you come now?” she asked, confusion coloring her tone.
“How, you ask…” he drew out the word, moving her saree’s pallu from her waist and sliding his fingers into the folds, kneading her hips.
“Ah…”
“Miss, if I’m with you, I’ll do all this, right? He told me not to do such things.”
“What if you do?” she asked, smiling mischievously, tilting her head to look into his eyes.
“If I do this with you, I’ll get an erection, won’t I?”
“You’re talking crazy.”
“Is it true or not?”
“Oh, yes.”
“He told me not to give it any work all this week.”
“Then what did you do when you called me last night, you naughty boy?”
“He told me to stop from today. That’s why I did it then.”
She turned in his arms, wrapping her own around him, pulling him close.
“Didn’t I tell you not to talk like that?”
“I told you I felt like talking to you like that.”
“Hmm…”
He gazed at her face. “You look so beautiful today.”
“Is that why you did what you did?”
“Did you like it?”
She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. He placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face to meet his eyes.
“It’s not just kissing. I’ll lick you down there too, just like in that video.”
She hid her face, hitting his chest forcefully. “Chhi chhi, disgusting…”
“You saw in that video how she got licked, right?”
“Please, don’t talk about all this.”
“Miss, you forgot to add sugar.”
She immediately turned back, adding two spoons of sugar to the boiling milk. He pressed his hardened cock against the back of her saree and kissed her back. “Miss, I want to see you with nothing on.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“I’ll die just by looking.”
“You mad.”
“Miss, will you come to the stadium tomorrow?”
“If you ask me to, I will.”
“I asked you last time, but you didn’t come, right?”
“I was in the village.”
“Come now…” he said with a sigh of longing, his eyes fixed on her lips.
“What will you give me if I come?”
He rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “There’s something I want to say, but I feel it won’t sound good.”
“It’s okay, say it.”
“I’m always ready to give you what Gautam Sir couldn’t.”
She was taken aback, burying her face in his chest. He kneaded her waist and kissed her forehead.
“Bharat…”
“Ask me, Miss. What do you want? Don’t be shy.”
With a trembling hand, she slid her fingers into Bharat’s pants, her hand finding the bulge.
“Hiss… Miss…” he tightened his grip on her.
“Just show it to me once.”
“Look at it…” he whispered in her ear. “But please don’t do anything. The coach told me.”
Hearing this, a mischievous spark ignited in her. She could tease him with his weakness.
With her cool fingers, she grabbed his hot, long cock and pulled it out. It came out, his pants wrinkling around it. She tapped the head with her fingertips. He held the back of her neck, lifted her face, and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking and measuring, all while surrendering to his kiss.
“Hmm… stop.”
“Don’t talk like that again. It makes me feel… different,” she said.
“Then I’ll do it. Miss, I feel like licking your pussy right now.”
“No, chee.”
He captured her lips again, their mouths moving in a desperate dance. He sucked her tongue into his mouth. She responded, sucking and swallowing it back. Her right hand continued to play with him below, a silent show of her desire, while her mouth worked above.
As he continued to suck her tongue, his saliva dripped down his chin, wetting the pallu of her saree.
No matter how much freedom her husband gave her, her own modesty as a woman held her back, keeping her at a distance. But in this moment, Geetha wanted to kiss Bharat, who was being crushed in her hand. She couldn’t say the words, so she continued to suck his tongue.
He choked, perhaps from the intensity of her unspoken thoughts. He pulled away, freeing himself from her hand, and adjusted his pants. “That’s enough…”
She hugged him tightly. “Puppy, you should never stop me.”
He lifted her face, looking into her eyes with an intensity that took her breath away. “Miss… it’s not for my sake. Everything I do is for you. If you don’t like it, I won’t say anything. If you don’t like it, I won’t do anything. I’m stopping only this time.”
“Don’t stop me again.”
He looked behind her. The tea was boiling over. “Let’s drink the tea. I have to go.”
She silently turned, poured the tea into two cups, and they sat in the living room. As they sipped, they looked at each other. Geetha turned her face away, embarrassed by what she had done.
“You’re shy, but you do it,” he said, a teasing smile on his face.
“Shut up.”
He moved closer, his arm wrapping around her back, and rested his face on her neck.
“Don’t, dear. You said you’d leave.”
“Miss, shall we go somewhere?”
“Now?”
“No… after my tournament is over.”
“We’re going to Canada, right?”
“Not like that. Just you and me. Like we went to the hill that day.”
“Why?”
“I feel like being with you like that again. As if there’s no one else in the world, just you and me.”
“What a strange person you are. Say ‘we.’”
He took the cup from her hand, placed it on the table, and kissed her lips.
“Hmm… stop…” she pushed him away.
“This time there, in the open space, take your clothes off again. This time I’ll watch. I won’t close my eyes like last time.”
“You have big desires.”
“Miss, what do you say?”
“No, dear.”
“Why? Don’t you want to be with me? I’ll kiss all over your body. There won’t be any fear of someone watching. I want to do that.”
“Hmm, no…” she folded her body in on itself, a shy smile on her face.
He held her face, looking into her eyes. “Tell me… I’m serious. I want to be like that. I want to kiss my Geetha teacher. I want there to be no fear of anyone hearing you when you go “ooh, ooh… ah, ah…”
Geetha laughed. “Shut up, Naughty boy…”
“Tell me, Miss… I’ll look for a place, we’ll go. Just for one day. This time, let’s go in the evening. Let’s stay there at night and come back in the morning.”
“At night?”
“Hmm… I want to sleep in your lap like a puppy.”
“Haha…”
“Smelling you, kissing your boobs.”
“Hey…”
“You don’t want it?”
“I want it…”
He kissed her neck. “Shall we go?”
“We’ll see, dear. Let your tournament be over first.”
“Please don’t put a condition that we’ll go only if I win.”
“Okay… we’ll see.”
“Okay. Bye, I’m leaving.”
“Wait.”
“What is it, Miss…”
“If you can, call me tonight.”
“I will. Bye…”
As he got up to leave, Geetha said, “I’ll come to watch the match tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
.
.
.
She was awash in a mix of emotions: wonder, confusion, and a thrilling sense of danger.
She had gone to him so easily, allowing him to pull her into a secluded spot for that first, forbidden kiss. Then, to have him kiss Chandana right in front of her, filled her with a strange, undeniable jealousy. It was a feeling she couldn’t place, and she worried it meant her affection for him ran deeper than she cared to admit.
His words, “You are more to me,” and his embrace had only intensified her longing. But it was the thought of his innocent, surprising kisses—shared with both her and Chandana—that made her cheeks flush with a blush that spread all the way down her neck.
Lost in these swirling thoughts, she had returned home.
She shed her saree, changed into something comfortable, and lay on her bed, hugging a pillow to her chest.
Her body yearned for him, a physical ache that had consumed her for the last three hours.
Remembering what he had said the night before, she reached for her phone, a desperate need to hear his voice driving her.
After three rings, he didn’t pick up. Assuming he was in the middle of a game, she set the phone aside, not wanting to disturb him.
A glance at the wall clock told her it was nearly six in the evening. Just then, her phone rang, the sound making her jump. It was Bharat.
“Hello…” she said, her voice a little breathless.
“Miss…”
“Are you still there? Did I disturb you?” she asked.
“Not at all, Miss. Why did you call?”
“Just…”
“Is there something you need?” he pressed.
“No, no, dear. I just called you casually,” she lied, the words feeling clumsy on her tongue.
“Miss, I really feel like having some good tea,” he said, a note of longing in his voice.
“Then have some.”
“My coach has restricted me from drinking tea or coffee here. He even called my mother to tell her not to give me any at home.”
“Oh, really…”
“Miss, I want it.”
“But they said no, right?” she countered, a smile playing on her lips.
“What’s the harm in drinking just one cup? I didn’t even have ice cream or sweets at the wedding.”
“It’s your wish. If you feel like it, drink it.”
“Not like that. I’ll come to your house for tea.”
His words sent a shiver of anticipation through her. This was her chance—a chance to see him again, just as she had wished.
“Hmm…” she murmured, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Should I come?”
“How will you come?”
“I brought my bicycle with me.”
“What about the practice? It will take time for you to come here and go back, right?” she asked, a flimsy attempt to dissuade him.
“No. I’ll come, have tea, and go back home.”
“Only tea, dear…” she bit her tongue, a private smile blooming on her face.
“Haha… okay. Only tea, nothing else.”
“Hmm… come… bye.”
Geetha sat in her living room, every nerve on edge. The minutes stretched into an eternity. When she heard the familiar sound of her gate opening, she rose, clutching the end of her saree, and went to the doorstep. Bharat stood there, his eyes on her. He closed the gate and walked toward her.
She welcomed him inside. He followed her and asked, “Is the tea ready?”
“No, I have to make it. Sit down…”
He followed her into the kitchen, his gaze fixed on her waist. Geetha turned her head to look at him. “I told you to sit. Don’t come in here.”
“I’ll just watch you for the short time I’m here…” he said, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Geetha turned on the stove and placed a vessel of milk on it. “You won’t just watch. Didn’t I tell you on the phone?” she teased.
He understood her game, moving closer, his index finger tracing the soft skin where her saree tucked into her waist. She smiled and twisted her body slightly.
“Miss…” he said, his voice suddenly serious. She turned, a question on her face. “Do you want me to say anything about Chandana?”
“Nope, no,” she said softly.
He leaned in and kissed her left cheek.
“That’s why I told you not to come into the kitchen,” she whispered, her voice a breathy complaint.
“Miss, tell me the truth. You want me to stay here, don’t you?”
She ignored the question, turning her attention to the heating milk. She reached for the tea powder.
“We probably won’t be able to meet properly for the next five days,” he said.
“Why…?” she asked, scooping the powder into the milk.
“How should I tell you?”
“Tell me…”
He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pushed her braid aside and pressed his lips to her nape. A shiver of pure desire coursed through her. She raised her hand and held his head tightly against her.
“I said only tea.”
“This is my tea…” he licked her earring, the sensation sending another jolt through her.
“Bharat, all this isn’t possible now.”
“Yes. It’s not possible.”
He pressed his thighs against her, and she had to hold onto the stove to steady herself.
“You kissed me this afternoon, right?”
“Hmm, yes.”
“First, tell me why you can’t meet.”
“Meeting, I mean, not like that.”
“Then…?”
“My coach ordered me not to go near you,” he said.
“How does your coach know you come to me? Then how did you come now?” she asked, confusion coloring her tone.
“How, you ask…” he drew out the word, moving her saree’s pallu from her waist and sliding his fingers into the folds, kneading her hips.
“Ah…”
“Miss, if I’m with you, I’ll do all this, right? He told me not to do such things.”
“What if you do?” she asked, smiling mischievously, tilting her head to look into his eyes.
“If I do this with you, I’ll get an erection, won’t I?”
“You’re talking crazy.”
“Is it true or not?”
“Oh, yes.”
“He told me not to give it any work all this week.”
“Then what did you do when you called me last night, you naughty boy?”
“He told me to stop from today. That’s why I did it then.”
She turned in his arms, wrapping her own around him, pulling him close.
“Didn’t I tell you not to talk like that?”
“I told you I felt like talking to you like that.”
“Hmm…”
He gazed at her face. “You look so beautiful today.”
“Is that why you did what you did?”
“Did you like it?”
She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. He placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face to meet his eyes.
“It’s not just kissing. I’ll lick you down there too, just like in that video.”
She hid her face, hitting his chest forcefully. “Chhi chhi, disgusting…”
“You saw in that video how she got licked, right?”
“Please, don’t talk about all this.”
“Miss, you forgot to add sugar.”
She immediately turned back, adding two spoons of sugar to the boiling milk. He pressed his hardened cock against the back of her saree and kissed her back. “Miss, I want to see you with nothing on.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“I’ll die just by looking.”
“You mad.”
“Miss, will you come to the stadium tomorrow?”
“If you ask me to, I will.”
“I asked you last time, but you didn’t come, right?”
“I was in the village.”
“Come now…” he said with a sigh of longing, his eyes fixed on her lips.
“What will you give me if I come?”
He rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “There’s something I want to say, but I feel it won’t sound good.”
“It’s okay, say it.”
“I’m always ready to give you what Gautam Sir couldn’t.”
She was taken aback, burying her face in his chest. He kneaded her waist and kissed her forehead.
“Bharat…”
“Ask me, Miss. What do you want? Don’t be shy.”
‘What will you think of me if I ask?’
With a trembling hand, she slid her fingers into Bharat’s pants, her hand finding the bulge.
“Hiss… Miss…” he tightened his grip on her.
“Just show it to me once.”
“Look at it…” he whispered in her ear. “But please don’t do anything. The coach told me.”
Hearing this, a mischievous spark ignited in her. She could tease him with his weakness.
With her cool fingers, she grabbed his hot, long cock and pulled it out. It came out, his pants wrinkling around it. She tapped the head with her fingertips. He held the back of her neck, lifted her face, and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking and measuring, all while surrendering to his kiss.
“Hmm… stop.”
“Don’t talk like that again. It makes me feel… different,” she said.
“Then I’ll do it. Miss, I feel like licking your pussy right now.”
“No, chee.”
He captured her lips again, their mouths moving in a desperate dance. He sucked her tongue into his mouth. She responded, sucking and swallowing it back. Her right hand continued to play with him below, a silent show of her desire, while her mouth worked above.
‘Bharat, do you get it?
You’ve done something to me.
Why did you meet me?
Maybe if you hadn’t kissed me,
we wouldn’t be like this.’
As he continued to suck her tongue, his saliva dripped down his chin, wetting the pallu of her saree.
No matter how much freedom her husband gave her, her own modesty as a woman held her back, keeping her at a distance. But in this moment, Geetha wanted to kiss Bharat, who was being crushed in her hand. She couldn’t say the words, so she continued to suck his tongue.
He choked, perhaps from the intensity of her unspoken thoughts. He pulled away, freeing himself from her hand, and adjusted his pants. “That’s enough…”
She hugged him tightly. “Puppy, you should never stop me.”
He lifted her face, looking into her eyes with an intensity that took her breath away. “Miss… it’s not for my sake. Everything I do is for you. If you don’t like it, I won’t say anything. If you don’t like it, I won’t do anything. I’m stopping only this time.”
“Don’t stop me again.”
He looked behind her. The tea was boiling over. “Let’s drink the tea. I have to go.”
She silently turned, poured the tea into two cups, and they sat in the living room. As they sipped, they looked at each other. Geetha turned her face away, embarrassed by what she had done.
“You’re shy, but you do it,” he said, a teasing smile on his face.
“Shut up.”
He moved closer, his arm wrapping around her back, and rested his face on her neck.
“Don’t, dear. You said you’d leave.”
“Miss, shall we go somewhere?”
“Now?”
“No… after my tournament is over.”
“We’re going to Canada, right?”
“Not like that. Just you and me. Like we went to the hill that day.”
“Why?”
“I feel like being with you like that again. As if there’s no one else in the world, just you and me.”
“What a strange person you are. Say ‘we.’”
He took the cup from her hand, placed it on the table, and kissed her lips.
“Hmm… stop…” she pushed him away.
“This time there, in the open space, take your clothes off again. This time I’ll watch. I won’t close my eyes like last time.”
“You have big desires.”
“Miss, what do you say?”
“No, dear.”
“Why? Don’t you want to be with me? I’ll kiss all over your body. There won’t be any fear of someone watching. I want to do that.”
“Hmm, no…” she folded her body in on itself, a shy smile on her face.
He held her face, looking into her eyes. “Tell me… I’m serious. I want to be like that. I want to kiss my Geetha teacher. I want there to be no fear of anyone hearing you when you go “ooh, ooh… ah, ah…”
Geetha laughed. “Shut up, Naughty boy…”
“Tell me, Miss… I’ll look for a place, we’ll go. Just for one day. This time, let’s go in the evening. Let’s stay there at night and come back in the morning.”
“At night?”
“Hmm… I want to sleep in your lap like a puppy.”
“Haha…”
“Smelling you, kissing your boobs.”
“Hey…”
“You don’t want it?”
“I want it…”
He kissed her neck. “Shall we go?”
“We’ll see, dear. Let your tournament be over first.”
“Please don’t put a condition that we’ll go only if I win.”
“Okay… we’ll see.”
“Okay. Bye, I’m leaving.”
“Wait.”
“What is it, Miss…”
“If you can, call me tonight.”
“I will. Bye…”
As he got up to leave, Geetha said, “I’ll come to watch the match tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
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