HIS TEACHER (Chapter 6)

Sanskar felt his face flush as adrenaline coursed through his body. He wanted her so badly and not being able to see her face and body made it a lot easier to break the rules. God, he had behaved so maturely just a second ago, but now he seemed to be losing control over his carefully thought-over sentences.

“You didn’t think I noticed? How your breath caught in your throat when I licked your neck and how you grabbed onto my arm?” He spoke softly.

“Oh my God!” Ms. Bose whispered, more to herself than to him, as she covered her face with her hands and turned to face the door again.

“I felt the shiver that went through your body. And the goosebumps on your neck and chest.”

Sanskar was on a roll now and felt his dick grow in his pants as he relived the moment. Tentatively, he reached out again and let his hands rest on her shoulders. She hadn’t said anything else, hadn’t made any attempts to move away from him. Sanskar slowly increased the pressure on her shoulders and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“I think you enjoyed it way more than you’d like to admit, Ms. Bose.”

She moaned. It was quiet and she tried to suppress it, but they had both heard it. Sanskar’s dick was now straining against his pants as he overcame the last of his hesitation.

“Sanskar, we…”

He brought his mouth even closer to her ear and lightly touched his lips to her skin, while at the same time moving his hands down her arms. He could feel the goosebumps on her forearm as he started planting small kisses on the side of her neck. Every touch felt electric.

“Sanskar… we can’t.” She struggled to keep her voice steady. “I know… how you feel, but think about the implications of this. I’m your teacher and old enough to… Well, definitely too old for you.”

“Ms. Bose, I don’t say this lightly. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Sanskar had stopped his kisses and was breathing rather heavily onto her neck. Neither of them spoke for a few seconds. He softly pulled her body back into his chest again and was met with no resistance. She had to feel his erection now. He heard her softly groan and felt her move her hands to cover her face again.

“Please, Ms. Bose.” He pleaded.

“Sanskar…Oh god, this is a terrible idea.”

He started to kiss the side of her face. “I know you can feel the connection between us.” He mumbled. “Remember, you said I ‘hit the spot’ that night.”

“Granted, I was little tipsy.” Her body was still tense against his.

“That doesn’t change how you felt. Let me hit the spot again.”

“I can’t…”

“We are locked in a closet, Ms. Bose, no one will find out about this. Let me show you how you deserve to be treated.” Sanskar whispered in her ear, eliciting another moan from her.

“This is so hugely inappropriate, Sanskar. You can’t say those things to a teacher.” Her voice was unsteady.

He lightly pulled on her arm to signal for her to turn around. “Ms. Bose, please. I won’t ever tell anyone… My God, you smell so good, you don’t know how difficult it is for me to contain myself right now.”

There. Now he had put it all out there, the ball was in her court and he was impatiently waiting for her response, his dick still straining against his jeans.

At first Ms. Bose resisted his attempt to turn her around, then she slowly moved to face him and reached out her hands to feel for his shoulders.

“I would like to go on record saying that this is a terrible idea.”

Sanskar breathed in deeply, then pulled her in closer by her waist. Their faces were now merely inches away from each other, both of them able to feel the other’s breath. Sanskar’s brain was on overdrive. He never anticipated to be in his current situation.

As much as he lusted after Ms. Bose, he couldn’t bring himself to make the final move, the inappropriateness of the situation weighing heavily on them both, providing one last barrier. He moved his hands up to cup her face and slowly started moving his lips toward hers.

Ms. Bose was still holding on to his shoulders, her grip becoming tighter as they stopped their faces right in front of each other. Finally, she was the one to close the remaining distance.

Sanskar thought he would pass out as their lips connected.

The first touch lasted long, their lips lightly pressed against each other. Ms. Bose slowly drew back after a while.

“Well shit.” He said quietly.

“Shhh, don’t talk, please. I can’t believe I’m doing this…” She seemed out of breath. “Oh my God, what are we doing, we can’t…”

Ms. Bose released her hold on Sanskar’s shoulders and started to move backwards. He made a decision. He would not force his teacher but he was convinced that she didn’t actually want to stop.

He smashed his mouth to hers as she let out a gasp of surprise, practically knocking all the wind from her lungs, their tongues soon wrestling with each other as Ms. Bose let out small moans in between kisses.

Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to her hip. It settled there and pulled her closer. She inhaled sharply. She was against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. Must he be so perfect? She splayed her hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead she left it there.

His breathing quickened as did hers. He began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. His breathing quickened as did hers. He began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. her wise subconscious was screaming at her to get up and move out of this grip, to finish the ridiculousness her desire is making her do, she urged herself to push away, but couldn’t.

Her limp body began to tremble uncontrollably. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to hers. She was surprised to find her own lips parted. Their breaths mingled. Her heart heavily beat inside her chest. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Then his arms encircled her. He drew her to him, closing the gap between them and turning the kiss to a hungry one.

He let his hands roam down her back, grabbing her ass, eliciting further moans. He held on to the underside of both of her thighs and pulled them out from underneath her. Ms. Bose was now sitting on his crotch, her legs outstretched on either side of his torso, her mound rubbing against his impossibly hard erection.

“This is so wrong!” She exclaimed breathlessly as his left hand had already found her ass again.

His right hand snaked around to her front and was now in between their bodies, groping her left br*ast. Ms. Bose moaned rather loudly this time and began moving her hips, rubbing her crotch against his. He groaned as he bucked his hips upwards to meet her burning crotch. He needed more. Now.

He grabbed onto Ms. Bose’s waist and pushed her backwards onto the ground, making her gasp again. He quickly got on his knees and was now on top of her, immediately bringing his mouth to hers again. Sanskar moved on to planting kisses on her neck, sucking each spot, while at the same time grinding his erection into her crotch.

Her breath was hitched as she tried to speak. “I never…ahh… I never thought I’d feel this way about a student!”

He moaned against her chest, trying to free her br*asts from her blouse and bra.

“I want you to know that I normally wouldn’t do… Oh yessss.” He pulled her blouse slightly to the side with a frustrated groan and his mouth latched onto the soft flesh right next to her nip*le.

She let out a raspy laugh, feeling the tickling sensation hovering over her body.

“I would f**k you every single day if I could, you don’t know what you do to me.” He whispered in her ear as he bucked his hips against her with a renewed effort.

“I’m starting to… get the idea.” She moaned.

“I have fantasized about you for months, I can’t even count how many times I jerked off, thinking about going down on you, feeling you wriggle around underneath me.” He kept planting kisses all over her upper body.

She groaned, her hands exploring his muscled upper body through his clothes, grabbing his t-shirt and lifting it up over his head. “You shouldn’t be telling me this.”

“Why, does it turn you on, Ms. Bose?” his smirk was almost audible.

“I don’t think I need to answer that.”

Sanskar couldn’t wait more, his fingers gently ran up and down her spine, coaxing shivers out of her. With her cheeks blushing hotly, she glanced back up into his captivating blue eyes. He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. Ms. Bose watched breathlessly as his eyes studied hers with silent intensity. His warm breath ghosted across her face.

She shut her eyes in anticipation. She stifled a surprised gasp as his soft lips captured hers again, causing her body to flush with heat. The heat seemed to travel through her veins, warming her. Her hands immediately fisted his hairs as she drew him closer to herself. Just as she felt a rush of euphoric bliss envelop her, making her heart sing with pure joy, he drew away. She instantly missed the lovely heat curling within her.

He held her gently, cupping her face with one hand. He leaned down and softly kissed the tender area at the base of her neck. Her body went rigid with surprised as trembles shook her body and the euphoric warmth blossomed within her once more. Ms. Bose was breathless with delight as he showered her with gentle, soft kisses, each with its own flicker of warmth. She gazed up at him, thrilled beyond words to be the recipient of his affection. He drew back again and spent a moment studying her face.

She felt her blush deepen under his scrutiny. He gazed at her lovingly, his eyes softening with tenderness before sparking with something else. He tilted her head to the side and kissed her, his lips demanding. Ms. Bose felt a smoldering heat deep within her as Sanskar’s grip tightened, crushing her body to his, gently yet firm.

He slanted her head further, deepening the kiss. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Her heart pounded erratically, fluttering uncontrollably in her chest as she was swept up by a whirlwind of emotions. The kiss intensified and the heat along with it. She didn’t think she could get much hotter, but she decided she liked this heat.

They continued to make out, Sanskar’s dick hardening each second when all of a sudden they heard a loud noise from the outside.

“Anybody in there?” A loud male voice shouted.

Sanskar jumped back and they both scrambled to their feet, trying their best to straighten out their clothes and hair.

“Shit, that must be the janitor! Why the f**k is he already here?” Ms. Bose whispered. They stood as far apart from each other as possible before she responded.

“Yes, hi Mr. Mosely, it’s me Swara. Me and one of my students were trying to get something from in here and then the door slammed.” She shouted through the door. “My key is still on the outside!”

A key was turned in the lock and all of a sudden the door swung open and after adjusting their eyes to the light, they saw Mr. Mosely standing before them with a puzzled look on his face. Ms. Bose blushed visibly, and Sanskar realized what a sight they must have presented. Ms. Bose’s hair was still messy and her blouse was buttoned up the wrong way. He probably didn’t look a lot better.

Ms. Bose pushed her way past the old man and went directly to her purse, running her fingers through her hair in the process. She got out her wallet and took a few bills out, then returned to the two, Sanskar still standing in the supply closet.

“Here you go, Mr. Mosely, for letting us out of that closet.” She said as she handed him the money. “I would be very grateful if you wouldn’t mention this incident to the other teachers, It really is embarrassing for me to lock myself in a closet.” Ms. Bose smiled her best smile at the janitor and then turned around to Sanskar, a look of complete innocence on her face.

“I’m sorry that I put you through this ordeal, Sanskar, it was completely my fault forgetting the key on the outside. I hope you’ll forgive me.” With that, Ms. Bose stared at him intensely, then turned around and with a sway in her hips walked towards the classroom door.

Sanskar cleared his throat and shouted after her. “No problem, I’ll see you in class Ms. Bose.”

She turned around in the doorway to smile at him, then she was gone.

The janitor was left staring at Sanskar, inspecting his ruffled hair. Sanskar blushed and decided that he should probably leave as well. As Sanskar walked past the janitor, he thanked him for all his help, grabbed his backpack and left as quickly as he could, feeling the janitor’s eyes on his back as he walked away.

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I have written much ‘asanskari’ things today. Oh help me!!
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