A bit about me before I start and hope you read my previous stories where I met Nirosha, a hot 18 year old girl with an awesome body and personality and then her friend Jane.
I am Shani and I am 30. I live in Sri Lanka and I am single. I dark complexioned and 5 feet 10 inches which is unusual for a Sri Lankan girl. I have 34D cups which is one of my strong points, no pun intended. My hips are not very wide but shapely enough to attract attention. My butt is cute enough to look hot in hipsters. I love to wear tight pants to show off my butt and hips. I have shoulder length hair which is jet black.
After my encounter with Jane and Nirosha, I started becoming more comfortable being a lesbian. However, Nirosha left Sri Lanka to start on her higher studies in the UK. We parted as friends, but it was a tough break. I spent almost 2 weeks in my apartment thinking about our encounters. I missed her energetic personality. After the second week, one of my friends came to see me. Her name was Waruni, but I used to call her Rosy in school simply because of her rosy lips. Waruni was a petite lady with a fantastic figure. She had short dark hair upto to her shoulders and her eyes were dark and oriental in shape. Her skin was fairer than most Sri Lankans. She was married and didn't have any kids. She maintained her figure by going to the gym at least thrice a week. Her best asset was her bust which was 32C and seems bigger because of her smaller frame. Her walk was the sexiest I have seen on a woman where the sway of her hips was much more than an average woman which made it interesting to look at. It was as if her hips were attached to a set of springs that had no relationship whatsoever to the rest of her body.
So while I was moping about Nirosha, there was a knock on the door. I was not too interested in having company and I must have had an irritable look on my face as I opened the door. My mood changed when I saw Waruni. She seemed a little haggard and one look at her face told me that she had cried her heart out. I forgot all about my troubles and ushered her in. I let her settle down on my couch while I made a cup of Ceylon tea for her. Apart from being a destination of cool and friendly people, my country is famous for its tea.
She took the cup gratefully and smiled at me. It was a heart wrenching smile. I watched her pink lips as she sipped the tea, tears in her eyes. She could not hold it in any longer. She put the cup on the coffee table and turned to me. I reached out to her and she broke into tears. I held her hard as I felt her let go. I felt her tears running down my neck and down by back. I held her tight while rubbing her back and making consoling noises. After about half an hour, her sobs subsided and she calmed down enough to tell me what was bothering her.
She went on to tell me about her husband and that she found out that he was gay. She was devastated to find that he had married her out of convenience and that he kept going back to his lover. It had first started after a few months of marriage where he had lost all interest in her sexually. She wondered about it first and thought that work related stress was the cause. She had found other interests to compensate for sex and that is how she ended up getting into physical fitness and community service. According to Waruni they had not had sex for the last 2 years and two days ago she had found out about his affair with another man. When confronted he had broken down and asked for a divorce. I let her get the stress out of her by letting her talk about it.
"How could I have been so stupid?"
"Its not your fault, Waruni, anyone could have fallen for him. He is such a nice guy."
"I know, but I am so upset about it. It would have been OK, if it were another woman, but a guy?"
"But I am sure he could not help it."
"So what do I do? I don't know what to think."
Then she laughed.
"Its kind of ironic. I remained faithful to that jerk for 2 years where I could have cheated on him. I wasted two years of mind blowing sex!"
"Oh Waruni, don't think like that," I tried to console her.
"No! I am going to teach him a lesson. I am going to find a girl and fuck her to show him that I can do it too!"
I almost had a heart attack at the thought of Waruni making love to a woman. She was gorgeous and suddenly other thoughts started to enter my mind.
"Why don't you clean yourself up and we can do something together? You can stay here for a few days until we sort things out," I offered her.
She turned to me and gave me a hug.
"Shani, you are a great friend."
I hugged her back, struggling not to feel her soft warm body in my arms and tried to ignore her breasts mashing up against mine.
I got her settled in my room and she went for a wash. I waited for her in the living room watching television. My mind was not settled enough to concentrate and I kept flicking channels until Waruni appeared. I almost did a double take. She looked like a teen in a pink camisole and silk boxers. I think I had my mouth open for a while and I just stared at her. She looked awesome. I sincerely hoped that she didn't notice my gaping mouth as she sat opposite me and put her legs up on the sofa. Her breasts jiggled inside the cami at each step she took. I
"What are you watching?"
"Nothing, really. There is not much on." I replied, my voice seemed to come out of a well.
She smiled at me.
"What do you want to have for dinner?" I asked, trying not to stare at her.
"Well, lets get some pizza," she said.
I was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that was tight enough to make a grown man weak in the knees. I wore a bra for modesty and of course, panties. I struck a sexy pose where I was sure my assets were in full display while I made the call. I returned to the sofa and I flipped channels. Waruni seemed lost in her own thoughts and I decided not to intrude. She got up after a few minutes and went over to my DVD collection.
"Hey, you have a nice collection of movies," she commented.
"Do you have porn?" she asked.
