Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The humid evening air hung heavy in the east-facing yard, a palpable presence as Geetha, her saree tucked into her waist, straightened a wet garment on the clothesline. Her milky midriff, a smooth expanse of skin, stretched with the movement, a soft curve against the backdrop of her pleated saree. Her blouse, damp with sweat, strained to contain her ample curves, and a single, crystalline bead of sweat traced a lazy path down her skin, a fleeting waterfall on a canvas of white.


Just then, Bharat appeared at the gate, and the sight of her pale waist brought him to a sudden, breathless halt. 

His eyes locked onto her, unable to look away. Unconsciously, he squeezed a small bag in his hand, his fingers kneading the fabric as he took a ragged breath. He watched, mesmerized, as the soft folds of her midriff rippled with her every move.

Noticing him, Geetha’s lips curved into a shy smile. She reached into her bucket, pulled out a wet blouse, and playfully shook it in his direction. A fine spray of soapy water splashed across his face, and he flinched, startled but not displeased.

“Hey, get inside,” she called out.

“Miss,” he replied, his voice soft, “when are you going to heaven?”

A look of confusion crossed her face. “What?” she asked.

“Tell me the truth, you lost your angel ring, right?” he said, a playful glint in his eyes. “They wouldn’t let you into heaven, so you got stuck on Earth, didn’t you?”

Under the gentle evening sun, Geetha’s golden cheeks bloomed with a rosy blush. “What are you talking about, you crazy boy?”

He walked closer, standing beside her as she picked a bra from the line. “Miss, you don’t have to work so hard. I might get lost just looking at you…” His gaze was fixed, a trance-like intensity on her waist.

With a soft sigh, she stood up and pulled the pallu of her saree over her midriff, covering it from his view.

“What?” he asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Why did you hide it like that?”

“Hey, stop your antics,” she said, a feigned sternness in her tone. She placed the bucket by the steps and walked toward the house, wiping the back of her neck with her pallu. The street was quiet, the neighbors were gone, and the wall shielded them from prying eyes.

“Miss, just once, please show me,” he pleaded.

“Ugh, go away… stupid…” She pushed him away gently, her anger a playful facade.

He followed her, his sandals left behind, the small bag clutched in his hand. “Miss, Dad gave me these mangoes,” he announced loudly, his voice echoing in the quiet house. “I brought some good ones for us to eat.”

His words stopped Geetha in her tracks. She turned, her eyes lighting up at the mention of mangoes. “Oh, really? I was just thinking of buying some yesterday, and now you’ve brought them. How much were they?”

“Why ask the price? They’re for us to eat. Shall we eat them now?”

“Not right now. Maybe in a little while. I still have to sort the clothes.”

“Oh, okay. Then I’ll help you,” he offered.

“Hmm… come on…”

As she walked away, he followed, his eyes fixed on her back. 

They entered the bedroom, and she opened the cupboard, handing him piles of clothes to place on the bed. They stacked them neatly, and Geetha wiped the shelves clean, placing mothballs in the corners. He silently continued to hand her sarees, his gaze never leaving her as she worked.

“What’s wrong? You’re not talking,” she finally said, breaking the silence.

“You’re not talking either.”

“What did you do yesterday?”

He hesitated, wondering whether to tell her. “Yesterday, we went to Chandana’s house. It was Harish’s birthday, Miss.”

“Oh, right. Our WhatsApp group had a message about it. Did you guys have a party?”

“Not really, Miss… We just had biryani at a hotel and came back at night.”

“That’s good.”

“Hmm…”

As she reached for a pile on the top shelf, she lifted her feet slightly to get a better reach. He saw his chance. Just as she was about to ask for a stool, he came up behind her, his hands gently holding her hips. She turned her head, startled by his touch.

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes. “Shall I lift you?” he asked.

Her eyelids fluttered in agreement, and he lifted her slightly, just enough for her to place Gautham’s jeans on the shelf. As he lowered her, he pulled her close, and the moment she was standing, he rubbed his nose against her forehead from behind.

“Miss, I have something to tell you.”

“Tell me.” The closeness of his body stirred a yearning heat within her.

“Miss, I did the same thing with Chandana yesterday that we did the day before.”

Her pupils widened. She turned abruptly to face him. “What? What did you do?”

A smile touched his lips as he spoke directly, “The same thing… I saw hers too. I kissed her pussy…”

Her hand shot out, grabbing his cheek and slapping him. 

He flinched, the sting of the blow sharp. “Miss…”

Her eyes blazed with anger. “Are you telling the truth or are you joking?” she demanded.

“It’s true, Miss,” he said softly, his voice trembling.

She grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it up over his face. “Why did you do that?”

“What happened, Miss?”

There was no use getting angry. This was just how boys his age were. She calmed herself down, her anger melting into a soft caress on his cheeks.

“Tell me why you did it,” she asked gently.

“It was… by accident…”

“Tell me exactly what you did.”

Their eyes locked, and he struggled to speak. She gently made him sit on the bed and sat next to him, holding his hand.

“Miss, yesterday Harish asked me to meet him at Chandana’s house, so I went. Chandana and her sister lives on the top floor, and her parents live downstairs. As soon as I went upstairs, I mistook Vandana for Chandana and kissed her.”

“Oh, really?”

“At first, she didn’t say anything, thinking it was a mistake. Chandana saw it too. Just then, Harish arrived. We cut the cake. Harish’s dad called him, so he left. I apologized to Vandana, and Chandana was angry but didn’t say anything. But then their mom called, and Chandana went downstairs. Then…”

Intrigued, Geetha leaned closer. “And then?”

“Miss… I had a bit of a grudge against Harish, Miss… I thought he was my best friend, but he started keeping his distance after I started studying. For some reason, I don’t know why, I felt like kissing Vandana. She’s his girlfriend, you know. I just felt that way.”

“What are you saying? Why do you care about other people’s business?”

“You’re right, Miss. But since Chandana wasn’t there, I kissed Vandana again. She agreed too. She even took off her dress, and I kissed her all over. She’s so beautiful, Miss… I took her to the bathroom, and with her…”

“What about Chandana?”

“Chandana came after Vandana touched me. Chandana wanted a kiss from me too, Miss. She… she took me into her mouth like that. Then Vandana sucked me too. I licked Chandana.”

Geetha squeezed his hands tightly. “It’s wrong for you to do things like that. At this age, you feel this way, but… you shouldn’t do these things now.”

“But we did them too, Miss…”

What could she say? What was done was done. Lost for words, she climbed onto his thighs and sat down. They looked into each other’s eyes, a hollow emptiness in their gazes.

“Puppy… If you rush things like this, it’s very risky. You don’t know. You’re not old enough yet.”

“Miss… everything happened by accident. I just wanted to give one kiss, that’s all.”

She ran her hand through the hair on his forehead. “You ask me for a kiss too, but do you stop?”

“Hmm…”

She straddled him completely, settling into his lap, and gave him a kiss on the nose. “Miss, do you know what Chandana asked?”

“What did she ask?”

“She asked if I’d marry her.”

“Is your love so advanced that you’re already talking about marriage?”

“I mean, she’s the one who asked.”

Rubbing her nose against his, Geetha said, “This puppy isn’t old enough for that yet. Don’t be in such a hurry for everything. Will you listen to me?”

“I will, Miss…” He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close.

“So… no more kisses with me either,” she teased.

“No way… Impossible…” He kissed her neck.

She giggled softly, holding his head to stop him. “Can’t you stay still for even a little while?”

“Nope…” He smiled.

“Naughty fellow…”

He tightened his grip, his fingers pressing her into his lap. A sudden heat surged through Geetha.
“Oof… hey, let go.”

“Miss… let’s eat the mangoes.”

“Okay…”

His left hand moved, grabbing her right boob and squeezing it. A shock of pleasure jolted through her.
“Ahh…”

“This mango…”

“Hey, you’re getting out of hand. Don’t you have any respect for your teacher, you bad boy?”

He kissed her cheek. “Hmm… This is how I show respect to my cute, kissing teacher.”

“If you show respect like this, then the teacher will have to give you a punishment.”

“I’m ready for any punishment.”

“Oh, really? Then no kisses today.”

“Oh no, that’s not a punishment, it’s hell. Please, anything else…”

“Nothing else. Just let go. Let’s go eat the mangoes.”

“If you give me one kiss, I’ll give you the mangoes. Otherwise, I’ll take them away.”

“Oh, really? Then I don’t want them. Take them away… I’ll go to the market and buy my own.”

“Ah, Miss…”

She placed her hands behind his head, holding their lips just inches apart. In a seductive whisper, she said, “Hey, puppy… You want three girls, Chandana, Vandana, and me?”

“What am I supposed to do when you sit on me like this? I’m surrendering.”

“You’ve learned to talk, you dog…”

“A kiss would make me stop talking, Miss…” he said, slipping two fingers inside her blouse, stroking the spot on her right shoulder blade where her birthmark was.

“You said you wanted to eat mangoes?”

“I want the mangoes that are here. Will you give them to me?”

“You saw them the other night, didn’t you?”

“I see them every day. I want them every day.”

“What if I say no?”

“Miss, how can you say no? Just once… Besides, you said you’d give them to me in the evening, didn’t you?”

“Hmm…”

“Miss, I have an idea, Miss.”

“What is it?”

“Squeezing the mango…” He rubbed his fingers on her back, his caress sending a shiver down her spine. The words took on a new, sensual meaning.

“Okay, squeeze it…”

“And then put it in my mouth…” He kissed her cheek, then brought his left hand down, tracing his fingers under her saree to her knee.

Excited by his touch, Geetha murmured, “Yes…”

“Miss… biting it…”

“That will hurt, you know…” she said, a playful tease in her voice.

He squeezed her thigh, and she bit her lip, consumed by desire.

“Miss, what’s wrong? I’m talking about the mango…”

“Hmm…”

“Miss, I’ll bite it, take the juice, put it on your lips, and then kiss you.”

“Hey… What kind of idea is that?”

“Miss, let’s have different kinds of romance.”

“You always come up with something. How will we do it?”

“I watch stories and videos on the internet, Miss.” His hand moved inside, reaching her inner thighs.

“Stop it…”

“Miss, will you give me a kiss like that?” He wrapped his arms around her back, buried his face in her neck, and moved his hand inside her saree. A wave of stimulation washed over her, and she squeezed his shoulders, her body arching.

“Oof… puppy…”

“Do you know why women are so soft?”

She met his gaze, bewitched. “Hmm… Why?”

“So they can be squeezed like this.”

“Oh… no…”

“Miss, women are better with a little more fat, like you.”

“Stop it… You’re talking like you know everything…”

“Even if I don’t know everything… I know that you like me doing this,” he said, a hint of arrogance in his voice.

She chuckled softly, slapping his cheek. “Rascal… so many mischievous tricks.”

“Tell me, Miss, are you going to give me a kiss or not?”

“Nope, I won’t.”

He rubbed his fingers on her back, moving them upward, then gently caressed her soft backside as she bent forward slightly. He pouted his lips. “Miss, if you didn’t want this, why are you sitting on me, and why are you doing this? I’m getting hot with you like this. Just give me one kiss, or I’ll kiss you wherever I want.”

“Why do you always ask for a lip kiss, you rascal?”

“I like your saliva.”

She gave him a gentle tap on the head. “They say it’s not good to exchange saliva.”

“Whoever said that doesn’t know the taste of your lips, Miss.”

“Your craziness is getting worse.”

“Yes…”

He pulled her saree back near her buttocks, lifting it up, and rubbed her right buttock.

“Take your hand off there.”

He laughed, trying to kiss her lips, but she moved back. He turned her around and made her lie down on the bed. “Miss, when I’m with you, this is how I am. Okay, you’re not in the mood. I won’t ask anymore. Let’s go eat.”

As he got up, she grabbed his shoulders, stopping him. “Wait…”

He put his hands on the bed on either side of her and leaned over. “Tell me.”

“Are you giving up?”

“I was asking because I thought you were in the mood. You’re just playing with me on purpose.”

“That’s not it… It’s that you’ll do something else, and I won’t be able to stop you.”

He fell on her, hugging her tightly. Her body curled in pleasure, and she wrapped her arms around him.

“Miss, how wonderful it feels to be like this…”

“Hmm…”

He slid her blouse sleeve off her right shoulder and kissed it. “Miss, we’re like this now, but before, you’d get shy if I touched you. Didn’t you ever feel like you wanted this hug back then?”

“You weren’t this much of a bad boy back then.”

“Do you like me being a bad boy like this? Hmm…” He kissed her again.

“Hmm… not like that… but when you looked at me, I’d feel a certain way.”

“Can I tell you something? I used to look at you, but I was afraid. I never thought you’d be this friendly, Miss.”

“I never thought I’d be like this with you either. I was so lonely and missing so much.”

He moved her blouse even further towards her armpit, slowly rubbing his lower lip against her soft shoulder, savoring her scent.

“Miss, we’ll make up for all the romance you’ve been missing. To be blunt, we’ve already seen each other. We don’t need to be shy. What do you say?”

The play of his lips was a flame, increasing her passion. “Hmm…”

“Miss, I want to lick between your thighs. Will you say yes?”

She silently closed her eyes. He kissed the soft, cotton candy-like fat under her armpit.

“Ooh…” she groaned, squeezing his neck, lost in a trance.

“Tell me, Miss… Hmm…” he whispered, his tongue tracing the spot.

“Oof…” She turned her face away, giving in.

“Miss, you should have bought a bikini on our shopping trip.”

“No…”

He held her face and kissed her nose. “Look, Miss.”

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at him coquettishly. “What’s wrong?”

“Didn’t I say no?”

He tugged her blouse sleeve further, and the top hook near her heart came undone, revealing a small path between her milky hills. He kissed the spot.

“Mmmm… no…” she said weakly, pulling his head up.

“Miss, I want to see you in a bikini. I want to see what your structure is like.”

She ran her hand through his hair. “I can’t wear things like that. Don’t try to convince me, you rascal…” She kissed his forehead.

“Okay, let’s do something.”

“What?”

“You have to take this off and show me now…” He mischievously poked her full, right breast with his index finger.

She pushed him away. “Stay away for a while. Is this all you think about?”

She got up and started putting the remaining dupattas in the cupboard. He got off the bed and hugged her from behind.

“Miss, this is what I came for. I can’t control myself. Whether you agree or not, I want it, Miss…” he pleaded near her ear.

Her pallu slid down, and behind the undone hook, a small glimpse of her boob was visible. Her ample curves strained against the fabric, an irresistible temptation.

“You have to listen, Bharat. You can’t just ask for things like this. I don’t know how to explain it to you.”

He brought his left hand up, holding the soft flesh in front of her armpit, his fingertips brushing against her nipple. 

Her body was on fire. She arched her back, her hands running through his hair, squeezing it.

“Take your hand away.”

“Miss, we can do this too. No one is here. Do you really need this blouse now?”

She looked into his eyes, surprised by his raw desire. “Puppy, don’t say things like that.”

“But you want to hear me say them, don’t you?”

Their eyes were locked, a shared desire floating in the intoxicating heat of their breaths.

“Let go of me.”

“At least undo another hook, Miss. Look how they’re fighting with each other.”

She pushed down on his shoulders, her body curling, her breasts pressing together. The moisture on her stray hair trickled down between her breasts, a small thrill.



“I want to jump in there and get crushed, Miss.”

Intoxicated by his words, she murmured, “Uh-huh…”

“At least let me kiss them…”

She knew he wouldn’t listen. She wanted it too. She wanted him to be hers. After he told her about Chandana, a dormant desire had been sparked within her, a need to reclaim her femininity.
“Puppy, why won’t you listen?”

“Why do you tempt me, Miss?” He brought his hand up, turned her face, kissed her cheek, and with his right hand, slipped it inside her saree pallu, squeezing her lower belly.

“Ah… you’re just a boy.”

“Not with you…” he said, biting her earlobe.

“Rascal…”

“Miss, you can call me whatever you want, but… (biting her neck) I want this khova.” (Milk pudding)

“Shhh… What is ‘khova’?”

“You… I’ll bite you like khova.”

“You say all sorts of things, you crazy boy.”

“Then should I stop talking and just start kissing, teacher?”

“You call me ‘teacher,’ then talk about kisses and being a ‘bad boy’.”

“Do you want respect, teacher?” He exhaled a warm breath on her lips, then gave her a nose kiss.

Melting like a doll in the rising heat, she bit her lip, a silent provocation. He gave her a small, hot kiss on her shy, agitated upper lip.

“You can’t escape punishment.”

“I’ll do whatever you say.”

“You have to sweep the house.”

“Okay…”

“Today, we’re having okra curry. You have to help me cook.”

“Are there no punishments like rubbing your back in shower, teacher?”

She tapped him on the head. “You said you’d do as I said… Why are you still making demands?”

“I thought you might ask for that too.”

“Oh…”

“Do you know how I’ll help you?”

“Tell me.”

He took a step back, looking at her butter-soft spine, and traced it with his fingertips. 

A shiver ran through her, and she gave in. 

He bent down, pushing his tongue out over her blouse strap, walking his tongue along her spine’s bones as if riding it.

“Oof… you dog…”

He came back up, pulled her into his lap, and said, “I’ll save you money on soap, Miss…”

“You’re crazy.”

“When I say I’ll save you money, why do you call me crazy? I’ll lick every part of you. I’ll bathe you with my saliva.”

“Yuck…” She giggled softly.

“Miss, you haven’t taken a shower yet, have you?” A shiver ran down her feet.

“So?”

He licked her neck. “I’ll give you a bath right now, let me lick you.”

“Chee, stop it…” she said, turning away.