Desire had already entered their body, raising its seductive head. The tongue had been subdued. But I could rekindle it.
But the fact remained that I was married. I was accountable to somebody.
Why, though? Did marriage take away the license to live one’s life on one’s own terms?
But I was going to be unfaithful to Rajat. Betray his trust. Could I live with that? Didn’t he mean anything to me? Was I living for sex only? The pleasure of the flesh? Was I a slut? My hubby was gone for two weeks and I was already ready to suck another dick? What would happen when he would be going on his month-long business tours? It was not as if I was an unsatisfied and neglected wife. What was I doing? Why was I running after this narrow and temporary satisfaction? And moreover, with my own students?!
Oh! Such a sickening moral battle! No, behave yourself Anu, my mind scolded me sternly.
Yes, I understood. I was getting carried away. It was not right. After a while, the thought seemed laughable, silly and childish. An adolescent and hormonal rush of an idea. I recovered myself.
“Er… Ma’am?” asked Gautam. Yes, I was gone for a long time.
“Coming. Just fetching a glass of water.” I lied, and brought a glass over to show them.
And then mishap struck.
I was already carrying the heavy book, which sort of slipped from my fingers. To clutch on to that, my other hand wobbled. It occurred when I was very close to the table. “Oops! Oh no…!” I shrieked, as I stumbled and almost lost my balance. The glass escaped my hand, and I dropped the entire water on Archana’s tee. The poor girl was soaked to the bone.
I stammered my apologies, but the damage was already done. Still both of them looked amused and broke out, laughing, it eased the tension a bit.
“Ma’am, how on earth could I study now?” asked a grinning Archana.
“Look, your top is see-through!” joked Gautam, guffawing. They didn’t mind that I was there.
“Shut up!”
“Archana, come with me. I will lend you one of my t-shirts for the time being.” I advised her. She got up from the chair. “Thank you Ma’am!” Gautam sat alone at the table. I had a fleeting glimpse of his trousers. There was a prominent lump in it. His hot and wet girlfriend has probably cast her spell on her.
And now I was accompanying this girl to give her one of my clothes. Aah… I sighed deeply.
I took her to my bedroom and opened the cupboard. “Here, this one’s nice. We will keep yours under the fan. It will dry by the end of the class. You can change here.” I showed her the mirror. ” I will be right outside. Or you can go in the bathroom.” I came out of the room, closing the door, leaving it slightly ajar.
The voyeur inside me was enticing me again.
I looked through the door.
It was a lip-smacking sight.
The girl has shed her drenched top. She was now in her bra.
She was having a nice moment in front of the mirror. Examining and mapping her body from all angles. She had her back to me… a perfectly curvaceous backside, ending in a pair of juicy cheeks, which were under those tight clingy jeans. I could see her front reflection in the mirror. She has grown up to be a nice and healthy young woman, endowed with jaw-dropping assets.