Author's Note: all characters are 18 or over; that being the age group of those in the 12th grade.
The episode with Sundar swept away any doubts Saroja had over engaging Suguna the maid for her next plan of action. The young man had suddenly showed up and begged his uncle's wife for a repeat. Between her unwillingness to disappoint him and her own memories of his lustful actions, she succumbed.
She had moved neighborhoods and drawn a curtain over the intensely sexual encounters within the family. But she could not change families! And in that, Sundar had crossed all the lines with her; and she with him. She simply could not have let him tasted a maid and that be the last of it. In a manner, the revenge-fuck in which she engaged in after the maid was like a cleansing of her husband's nephew.
But in this new neighborhood, she did not want to open those dangerous doors of lust.The 18-year old had been sketching erotic drawings of her instead of concentrating on the math class. And he had now spotted Saroja fucking another young man. From the endearments Saroja used in the thrill of her orgasms he knew that it was a relative she was fucking.
Spotting her like that opened possibilities. She was indeed as hot and voluptuous as she looked! And she was already initiated in matters of sex outside her marriage. All he had to do was put himself in a position of interest to her.
That was the very gap Saroja wanted to close by engaging the very sexy Suguna. Suguna was no stranger, in that sense. The maid had seen aunt take the nephew. Then she herself was attracted to the nephew's endowment. Then aunt, maid and maid's husband... then the revenge-fuck.
It was a whirl of unleashed sexuality.
And when Saroja went back to the old locality to find the maid, the maid froze in midstep. She smiled. Her heart leaped as she remembered the oozing sexuality of the high-class woman that Saroja was.
Saroja too felt the familiar warmth in her loins when she saw the strong, firm body of the working class woman with whom she had shared unimagined intimacy.
Nevertheless, her former employer's suggestion was preposterous.
"You want me to what?" she asked, her eyes roaming the luscious Saroja's body anyway.
"The boy is just not able to focus on studies Suguna. Look at the kind of sketches he makes," she said, showing the maid some snaps she had taken on her phone of those drawings.
Suguna looked at the curves, the extra-heavy breasts the boy had drawn and then those outlines of the nipples and remembered that, yes -- Saroja was indeed delicious to look at, have and consume.
"So do what you did for your nephew," said Suguna, handing the phone back.
"I can't!" stammered Saroja, her face going red at the open reference.
"Why not?" asked Suguna, saucily. "You look just fine," she said, eyeing Saroja lecherously.
"I live there. And once these guys get hooked they find it hard to let go," said Saroja weakly.
"You mean you are still 'doing' Sundar?" asked Suguna. That boy's cock was a good, tender, delicious fuck. There was something about him.
Saroja nodded. "He is different. He is family. I don't want to have to deal with that outside the family." Then she made a bold statement to Suguna. "There is money in it!"
"How much?" asked Suguna. If one young man was going to be like another, the sex was going to be good and rewarding in itself, she thought. Money? Why not!
Saroja did not know how much. Her plan was to ask the father to pay a much larger fee for special classes and that was what she intended to pass on to Suguna.
"Enough!" she replied. That was enough for Suguna. She was interested in the sex first and the money was going to be a bonus. She didn't really care much and in any case she trusted Saroja a lot. She had always been kind and given her loans to tide over her short-term needs. She was a good woman, reasoned Suguna.
"I'll call you and tell you what and when," said Saroja to Suguna.
"Sister, I am going to love being back in your household," said Suguna holding Saroja by her shoulders and pressing herself against the woman. Saroja felt the hard working woman's body and shivered slightly; so did Suguna, feeling Saroja's soft sumptuousness.
All the shades of the complexities she wanted to avoid were there in that hug.
There, she had one part of the equation sorted. Vikram could be taken by Suguna and that would totally neutralize the threat he posed of exposing or exploiting her.
If what had happened with Sundar happened with this boy too, then that would be really good. Sundar had blossomed in his studies the moment the confusing and distracting aspects of sex were under control. Saroja was betting that the same outcome would justify fees from the father of the boy. While Sundar's sexual urges were now channelized he himself was fixated on fucking the only woman that was accessible to him. She hoped to solve that complexity with Suguna.
"Your boy needs to work hard and I need to work hard with him," said Saroja to the father on the phone. Rajaram was relieved. At last, someone to take responsibility for results with that boy! The fool wanted to be an artist -- without math and computer science what future was there?
"You are most welcome madam, I am there to support!" said the much relieved Rajaram.
"See I am organizing one more teacher and I myself am going to spend extra hours with him. I need you to agree for the additional tuition fees," she said feigning firmness, but actually holding her breath to hear him respond.
"Look madam," said Rajaram expansively. "I am more than willing to spend up to twenty five thousand a month to get that boy's math score where he needs to be!"
That was it, then! Problem solved!
When she called Suguna over for a preliminary discussion Saroja found that the other woman displayed much more experience and for an uneducated woman remarkably thoughtfulness.
Suguna had searching questions. How much did the boy know? Was he a virgin? Was she to teach him everything? Were there any 'dos and don'ts'? Did Saroja have a place in mind? How much time was she expected to spend? Would they have time and space to snooze if they were so exhausted?
Saroja stared at Suguna in wonderment. There were lots of things to organize. But from the chat just had it was clear that the maid was not in it just for the money and to follow instructions. She wanted the freedom to lie with the boy if that was what happened ....
"I don't think he has been with a woman. Otherwise he wouldn't be fantasizing about me," she reasoned with Suguna.
"Also, I don't think he should be aware about my role in all this. You have to manage everything on your own," she looked deep into the other woman's eyes. She revisited in her mind how Suguna had taken the sleeping, supine Sundar and awakened an aggressive man inside him. She could easily handle Vikram.
She also imagined the strong physique of the woman and the pounding she had taken from Sundar and given Saroja. Nothing to worry, really. Perhaps she should worry about Vikram!
"We will use the guest room. Not the hall where I teach other kids," said Saroja.
"But how will you send him to that room? And what will I be doing there?" asked Suguna.
"Firstly, this boy will be called at a special time. At that time you be in that room, with a cleaning cloth or something like that. I will leave some books there and ask him to collect bring it from there. You must do something to hold his attention when he gets there. And then ....." Saroja trailed off.
"Look, you know all this youngsters. They just have a fascination. I just want you to take the edge off him and send him back to me in a state where he can really concentrate on his work. I don't think you need to fuck him more than once, maybe twice. If you are not here the next time he comes, then that's that," she told the maid whose pussy was now slick, fed by her imagination.
"Will all this happen, sister?" asked Suguna.
"It has to. Make it happen!" said Saroja firmly.
On the day:
Vikram stood sullenly in front of Saroja. He was hot for her. He had seen her fucking and he wanted her. After that day he had masturbated several times imagining this tuition mami doing things to him.
"What are you standing there like a stone for!" said Saroja sternly. This was a typical Tamil phrase for censuring someone and she had just translated it into English. "You are here to study, work, sweat, achieve!" remonstrated the teacher.
"Go get the books I have specially bought for you to work on. They are lying in a brown bag in that room," said Saroja pointing towards the room where she had previously sent Suguna.
The maid remained staid till she entered the guest room. She shut the door behind her as she had been told by the lady of the house. It was then that she adjusted her saree. She pushed the waited below her navel, exposing as much of her midriff as possible. She had not worn any bodice or bra under her blouse, taking care to wrap the upper portion of the saree to avoid being seen thus.
She now rearranged the upper, so that rather than covering her fully as a wraparound, the cloth was bunched up leaving the maximum of her blouse visible. Beneath the thin fabric of her blouse her nipples were clearly visible to her.
