Here is the second chapter of the story. It can be read as a standalone story, but I would suggest that you read it after reading chapter-1, for the sake of continuity and better appreciation of the main characters
That week went like a dream for both Kamala and Sekhar. Having discovered sexual pleasures for the first time, they explored each other's body with the enthusiasm of pioneers and found even greater pleasures. On their last night together young Sekhar got emotional and asked Kamala, with all sincerity, why they could not marry.
"Sekhar! That can never happen. I am old enough to be your mother. Marriage can only work when both are in the same age group. It is a different issue that older men do marry younger women, sometimes. But, you would rarely find it the other way. If a woman marries a much younger man she would be ridiculed. It is providence that we came together and we have given each other so much pleasure and enjoyment. Let us both cherish this as a beautiful dream....that is all; a very sweet dream. You should get on with your life."
Kamala Madame was back to being his teacher again!
"Madame, can we again enjoy like this at least whenever there is an opportunity?" he pleaded.
"Would you want that?" Madame was smiling as she asked.
"Yes Madame. Very much." He responded eagerly.
In reply Kamala kissed him deeply and whispered a yes.
Sekhar's narrative
I was back to my routine life as a student. As the days went by, memories of that glorious week started receding. Our half yearly exams were fast approaching and Ramana requested me to join him for 'combined studies' at his place. He said that It would be a great help because I could then clarify his 'doubts' on the spot.
I wasn't against the idea because my own home was too crowded and there was a lot of disturbance. When Ramana's mother too spoke to my mother and requested that I help him, the matter was finalized.
Thus we started our combined studies. Ramana's home was a rented house. It comprised of one big hall, one kitchen and one small store room. It had a small backyard in which the bathroom and toilet were located along with a few flower plants. As his father was away at the project site and visited them only once a month, their home was barely furnished with just a few essentials only.
Ramana's younger sister Vijaya was around my age and she was in her Pre university course in a Girls' college. Vijaya was tall and slim and fair complexioned. She had a flat chest and a pimpled face. She had a nice smile and long, jet black curly hair which she wore in twin plaits.
In studies, she was like her brother, not intelligent and weak in mathematics. She often sought my help with mathematics and I loved acting as her teacher and bossing over her. She addressed me by my name.
The main entrance to their home opened into the hall. Ramana and I used to spread our mat on the left hand corner and study there. Vijaya used to sit at the other corner on the same side of the hall and facing us. The Hall had one ceiling fan located right at the centre point of the hall. So when it was time to sleep, Ramana and I made our beds under the fan towards the right side.
Vijaya and her mother made their beds a little away, towards the left side. All of us needed the fan to keep away the mosquitoes. We used to study till midnight and then sleep, while the ladies slept much earlier. Ramana slept like a log once he hit the bed.
My recent sexual fling with Kamala Madame changed me considerably. I was no longer a novice; as a matter of fact I now considered myself quite experienced. And I was now on the lookout for new opportunities. But I was mature enough not to brag about Kamala Madame to anyone. I continued to keep up my appearance of an innocent and intelligent teenager.
One night, after our studies we went to bed. Ramana slept within minutes and I couldn't sleep so fast and was tossing around. Vijaya who was sleeping next to her mother, with her back to me, turned around in her sleep. She was dressed in her normal dress of a petticoat, blouse and a voni (half sari). As she turned, her half sari fell away from her blouse.
As I have said earlier, Vijaya had a flat chest. She had very small boobs that were almost negligible; or so I thought till then. In her present position she was turned towards her right and resting on her side. In the dim light of the bed lamp, I could see her small boobs inside her blouse and they no longer looked negligible. She was probably around four feet away from me.
Then she did something that really sent my pulse racing. Her left hand moved as if to scratch her midriff and in the process her blouse got pushed upwards over her small tits. It looked as if her actions were genuine and blouse that was loose got pushed up accidentally. The net result was, the lower half of her small breasts were visible to me, including the lower half of her areole. The blouse miraculously still covered her nipples.
I was truly fascinated by the sight of those small breasts that contrasted so much from Kamala Madame's large and full boobs. These had a strange appeal to me...they looked like flower buds and so inviting. I had this strong urge to uncover them completely and see her nipples too. And, if possible, I wanted to touch them.
Ramana was sleeping with his back to me. Her mother was, likewise, was sleeping with her back to Vijaya. So, there was no immediate threat from either. Vijaya herself appeared to be sound asleep. I made my move immediately.
I slid forward along the floor by a few inches at a time, till I was just a couple of feet away from her. I then lay on my belly, my pillow under my head and slowly extended my right arm fully along her bed. I just fell short of her exposed right tit.
Relaxing thus for a minute, I made a slight readjustment of my position and the tip of my forefinger made its first tentative contact with Vijaya's exposed ,small boob. It was very soft to touch and I just pressed my finger tip lightly into the flesh. It felt exactly like a bouncy rubber ball. I first wanted my visual treat. So, I gently pushed her blouse up, a little at a time and uncovered her breasts.
Her areole was perfect circle of very light brown. Right in the geometrical centre was her nipple. Each nipple was a small, pink rose bud. They contrasted so much from Kamala Madame's in size, color and texture. They looked so fresh, innocent and youngish. When seen thus in their totality, her small tits appeared very attractive. Now, I had to touch them...both of them.
I readjusted my position. I lay on my left side now, facing Vijaya who lay on her right side. I fully extended my left hand and just managed to reach her right tit. It was obvious that I needed to move forward a little more in order to palm her boob.
Even as was about to move, Vijaya shifted in her sleep. She turned further to her right and lay at an angle now. This move of her was very fortuitous for me because it brought her right boob into my palm, pressing against it.
Her small breast with its pink tip fitted smugly into my palm and I squeezed it once very gently, looking at Vijaya's face for any reaction. She continued to sleep, though her breath seemed to have quickened a bit.
Confident of myself now, I stretched my right hand and found her left boob which was now closer to me. My fingers found her small nipple and started a gentle tease. It responded immediately and stood out proud and erect. Her hardened nipple was very cute.
I spent quite some time playing with her cute breasts. I had the strong urge to kiss her boobs and suck them. But I knew the risks were very high at that point of time and I should be content with what I did for the present. I would look for opportunities in future. Silently I bid her a good night and turned over to the other side.
