Archana's Forbidden Affair with Her Lecturer

Introduction

My name is Archana, 19 years old, with 34-28-34 stats. My fair complexion, slender waist, and alluring curves make my breasts sway softly in a tight T-shirt, my hips looking sexy in jeans. My long black hair and kohl-lined eyes make me the center of attention in college. I'm a first-year B.Tech Computer Science student at a private engineering college on the outskirts of Rajahmundry, nestled among green trees, a bit far from the city. This story is about an unforgettable weekend in my life, a secret invitation, and a forbidden passion.

The Trap of Marks and a Silent Invitation

The first internal exam results came out, and I failed in Data Structures. My heart sank. Without internal marks, my semester grade would suffer. All my friends passed, but I was stuck in my hostel room, drowning in tension. "What do I do now?" I wondered, twirling my long hair, collapsing onto the bed.

After Friday's class, our Data Structures lecturer, Suresh Sir, called me. At 35, he has a fit body, sharp features, and a deep voice that's undeniably attractive. But his gaze sometimes lingers on my breasts and waist, making me uneasy. In the staff room, he said seriously, "Archana, you failed the internal. This could affect your semester result." With tears in my eyes, I pleaded, "Sir, please, tell me a way to fix this. I need those marks."

He gave a slight smile. "Archana, you're serious about studies. I can give you a chance. Come to college tomorrow for a retest. If you do well, I'll give you marks. But…" He paused, staring into my eyes. "But what, sir?" I asked eagerly. "This stays between us. Don't tell anyone," he said, his eyes drifting to my breasts under my T-shirt. My heart raced, but for the marks, I agreed, "Okay, sir, I won't tell anyone."

A Game of Gazes in Silence

Saturday at 1:30 PM, I went to college in a light pink T-shirt and tight blue jeans. My breasts were softly visible under the T-shirt, my waist and hips accentuated sexily by the jeans. The college was quiet, empty, with only the sound of birds among the green trees. Nervous, I headed to the staff room. Suresh Sir appeared in a casual shirt and pants, his fit body and charming smile calming me slightly.

"Archana, you're on time. Prepared well?" he asked, subtly eyeing my breasts. "Yes, sir, I studied all night," I said shyly. He smiled, "Good. Let's go to the computer lab for the retest." The lab was cool and quiet with the air conditioner humming. He handed me a paper, saying, "Sit here and write. I'll check your answers."

I sat at a computer table and started writing. Sir stood behind me, watching my paper. His breath grazed my neck, sending a shiver through me. "Archana, your handwriting is very neat," he said, placing a hand softly on my shoulder. I froze, saying, "Thanks, sir," my heart pounding.

Eyes on Breasts, Touch on Waist

Sir sat beside me, reviewing my paper. "Archana, you're writing well, but some answers need more clarity," he said, taking my pen to explain points. His hand brushed mine, and he leaned closer. My breasts were visible under my T-shirt, and his gaze lingered there. "Sir, I'll try," I said nervously, my voice faltering.

"Archana, you're very talented. But relax a bit," he said, placing a hand softly on my waist. I froze, shocked. "Sir, this…" I stammered, my mind a mix of fear, confusion, and an unfamiliar feeling. He smiled, "Relax, I'm helping you," gently rubbing my waist. My body started responding, but I said firmly, "Sir, I need to focus on the retest."

He laughed, "Okay, write. But if you're tense, your mind won't be free," and began checking my paper. Sitting close, his body heat and cologne distracted me. I noticed his eyes on my breasts and waist as I wrote, sparking a mix of shame, fear, and an odd thrill.

Desire Ignites in Silence

I finished the retest. Sir took my paper, saying, "Archana, you've written well, but some answers could improve." He sat close, explaining points, his hand brushing mine and resting on my thigh. I shivered. "Sir, this isn't right," I said weakly.

"Archana, you're tense. I'll help you relax," he said, gently rubbing my thigh. My hips were visible in my jeans, his gaze fixed there. "Sir, just give me the marks," I pleaded. He smiled, "I'll give you marks, but if you cooperate, I can help more," softly touching my breasts through my T-shirt.

A mix of pleasure and fear hit me. "Sir, this is wrong…" I said, but my body responded to his touch. He gently squeezed my nipples, hardening my breasts. "Archana, this is our secret. You'll enjoy it," he said, lifting my T-shirt. My breasts spilled out of my bra, his breath on them. I wanted to stop, but my body trembled with pleasure.

Intimate Touch and a Bold Invitation

The lab's air conditioner cooled my skin, but a heat surged within me. Sir unhooked my bra, my breasts bouncing free under my light pink T-shirt. The dim lab lights and computer screens' blue glow made them more alluring. "Archana, your breasts are perfect," he said, his voice thick with desire. His hands softly touched my breasts, gently squeezing, grazing my nipples. A shock ran through me, my body trembling with pleasure.

"Sir, this… it's my first time," I stammered, my eyes showing shyness, fear, and curiosity. My heart raced, my breasts firm under his touch, visible through my T-shirt. He smiled, "Archana, your first time will be unforgettable. Relax, I'll show you pleasure," kissing my neck softly. His stubble grazed my skin, sending shivers.

He squeezed my breasts harder, sucking a nipple softly with his mouth. My nipples hardened under his tongue, pleasure flooding me like an ocean. "Sir, what if someone comes…" I said fearfully, my moans unstoppable. "Archana, I locked the lab door. This is our secret," he said, kissing from my neck to my breasts, rubbing my waist. My hips in tight jeans invited his gaze.

He sat me on the computer table, slowly unbuttoning my jeans. My breath quickened, my mind torn between fear and curiosity. "Sir, I'm shy," I said, eyes down. He lifted my chin, "Archana, you're beautiful. Your shyness makes you more attractive," pulling down my jeans' zipper. My light blue panties were visible, his hand softly touching my pussy through them. My pussy was already wet, responding automatically to his touch.

"Archana, your pussy is inviting me," he laughed, sliding my panties down. My naked pussy was exposed to the cool lab air, bared before his eyes. Shyness and pleasure mixed, I said, "Sir, it's my first time, I'm scared." He spread my legs gently, "Don't be afraid, I'll make it slow and pleasurable," softly licking my pussy. Heaven flashed before me, my moans of "Ahh… Sir…" echoing in the lab. He sucked my clit gently, sliding a finger slowly into my pussy. My hips swayed on the table, my waist moving to his rhythm.

After licking my pussy, he stood, unbuckling his pants. His cock stood hard in his boxers, clearly visible. I looked away shyly, but curiosity stirred. "Sir, this… it's new to me," I stammered. He laughed, "Archana, your first time will feel like heaven," pulling down his boxers. His cock, hard and hot, swayed before my eyes. My heart skipped, but my pussy grew wetter seeing it.

"Archana, are you okay?" he asked, desire in his eyes, voice heavy. Shyly, I said, "Sir, slowly… I'm scared." My eyes flicked between his cock and my breasts. He moved closer, rubbing his cock softly on my pussy. My wet pussy welcomed it, trembling with pleasure. "Archana, tell me when you're ready," he said, squeezing my breasts with one hand, holding my waist with the other.

Closing my eyes, I said, "Sir, do it slowly." My body craved pleasure. He rubbed his cock on my pussy again, slowly sliding it in. My pussy felt his cock for the first time, a mix of subtle pain and pleasure enveloping me. "Ahh… Sir…" I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly. He moved slowly, rhythmically, squeezing my breasts, kissing my neck. My pussy gripped his cock tightly, each stroke drowning me in pleasure.

"Archana, your pussy is so tight," he moaned, grabbing my hips, pulling me closer. My waist matched his rhythm, my breasts pressed against his chest, swaying in pleasure. "Sir, ahh… more…" I moaned, my first experience taking me to paradise. He sped up, my pussy swelling with pleasure, nearing climax. My breaths quickened, moans echoing in the lab. Suddenly, my body trembled, "Ahh… Sir… I'm coming!" I screamed, my pussy gripping his cock tightly.

Nearing climax, he moaned, "Archana, you're amazing!" and came outside. He took a tissue, gently wiping my pussy, helping me fix my jeans and panties. I stepped off the table, shyly looking down. "Sir, this… it was my first time. It feels strange," I said. He lifted my chin, "Archana, you enjoyed your first time, didn't you? This is our secret," touching my waist softly. Pleasure, shyness, and a strange bond mixed within me.

Fantasies of More and a Secret Bond

We fixed our clothes. Sir reviewed my paper, saying, "Archana, you wrote well. Full marks," winking at me. Shyly, I said, "Thanks, sir, but this stays our secret." He replied, "Archana, it's our secret. But your hips make me want to try more," touching them softly. Pleasure and shyness mixed, I teased, "Sir, why talk like that?" He laughed, "We'll see next time."

Back at the hostel, that day replayed in my mind. The feel of Sir's cock in my pussy, his hands on my breasts, his touch on my hips—it pushed me into new desires. On later weekends, when he called me, I wore tight dresses, subtly tempting him. A secret bond formed, filled with forbidden pleasures, starting a new journey.

I'll share what happened next with Sir, including more intimate moments, soon.