Chapter one
Why are you wasting yourself?
She found it so early in her life, Her keen interest in girls.
Hello everybody, Vishal here. I am once again before you with a new story. This story is the product of my pure imagination, and all the characters used here are 18 or older.
Let me introduce you to the background of the story.
Suhana and Kirti are best friends. Suhana is a middle-class girl. She was blessed with an adorable beauty. She was a little chubby with heavy breasts. Her 38-inch boobs at this age are a point of attraction for everyone. On the other hand, Kirti belongs to a decently rich family. She has a 6' (ca. 183 cm) stature and a slender physique. She had comparably small boobs, but she was beautiful in her own way.
Kirti wasn't interested in boys from childhood on. On the other hand, Suhana had a few hookups with boys. Stupid Suhana easily trusts someone and ends up hurting herself.
Suhana was aware of her lesbian interests, but nothing ever happened between them.
Well, this story starts with Suhana's recent breakup. Her boyfriend cheated on her, and so she broke up with him. Now she was having a conversation with her best friend.
"Why are you wasting yourself on them," Kirti asked Suhana
"What do you mean?" Suhana asked back.
"I mean my hottie! You don't need any boy to quench your thirst, " Kirti said.
"What are you saying? I am not getting it. Anyway, I am not that hot that's why he cheated on me," Suhana said, sobbing.
"Suhana please, it's enough!" Kirti spoke out.
"I am broken and you aren't listening to me," Suhana groused.
Girl tantrums, they love it when they are called.
"I listened to you a lot. "You're wasting your time on boys," irritated Kirti.
"What do you mean by that?" Suhana asked.
"You do random hookups, give them your trust and Time and when they hurt, you come to me," Kirti shouted, her annoyance was not usual.
"My heart is broken and you are talking to me like that," Suhana made a baby cry.
"Don't be a pussy Suhana, You aren't worth it," Cajoling her friend Kirti said,"I mean, Look at your Melons, who the fucking dumb asshole, left them dry?" Kirti threw a lascivious comment alluding to her big boobs.
"Kirti Stop kidding! I am broken, Can't you look at it?" Suhana said.
"I am not kidding, trust me, there are more ways to quench your thirst," Caressing her bosom slowly Kirti said.
This was not the first time Kirti was seducing her friend. She often teases her by commenting on her amorous beauty. Suhana was well aware of the lesbian desires of her friend. She took it casually.
She was a rich spoiled brat. She used to talk rubbish. Suhana was used to it. But this was different, she was actually touching her boobs.
"What are you doing," wondered Suhana asked.
"Reminding you of your worth My Hottie! Can you please remove your kameez? So that I can have better access to these huge shits!" Cupping her busty melons, Kirti said.
Suhana was a little bewildered. Previously She just verbally threw lewd comments about her boobs and ass. But here now her hands were roaming around her breast.
"What are you doing Kirti?" Suhana shouted, angrily, throwing her hands away,"You can't touch me like that."
"Trust me Suhana, You will love it," Kirti said. Pulling her into arms, She clutched her boobs abruptly.
"Ahhh....!!,''Suhana screamed in discomfort. It was a little painful. So this was her usual reaction.
She pushed her hard in anger. Kirti fell on the floor from the bed. She Groaned with pain. Her elbow got hurt.
Suhana realized her mistake, but she didn't come forward to help her friend. Kirti stood up on her own saying,"I was just trying to help you?"
"Please leave me alone! I don't need your help," Suhana said in pride with watery eyes.
Kirti stood up on her own. She was hurt badly, and we could see the agony on her face. She turned and walked towards the door with disappointment.
She walked some steps and stopped suddenly. She turned back saying, "Oh actually I came here on my own. so, I will go at my own will."
"What?," Suhana exclaimed.
Kirti had Suhana's dupatta(scarf) in her hand. She was tearing it into pieces.
"What are you saying?" Wait! Why are you ripping it? "It's my dupatta," she said, and Suhana came to snatch it from her hand.
Kirti pushed her on the bed, and, grappling with her, she successfully secured her hand behind her back with the help of a torn dupatta cloth. She took some more pieces of her dupatta cloth and wrapped them around her hand to make it perfectly secure.
"What are you trying to do Kirti?" Squirming Suhana groused.