I live in the UK and I'm currently doing my PhD here. I live in a student accomodation with 3 other people. Amongst them, there is an Indian lesbian couple from TN who are doing there master's in Business Management. Being Indians, we have naturally bonded. The loneliness of staying abroad has made us good friends and we often share our life stories and emotions with each other. Thus I've got to know them pretty well. While one of them (Let's call her C) is very confident and flamboyant about her sexuality, the other (let's call her S) is reserved and shy about it as people around her have mostly told her that it is phase and her parents ignore it and treat her like a het. Yesterday was my last day of work and I got a bottle of captain Morgan gold and came home. C, who works at a 24 hrs subway was on her way for a long shift of 10 hours from 6Pm. After fixing myself a nice drink, I went to my room to scroll NSFW Reddit while trying to get someone to sext with. My dick was hard from all the sexy woman on the internet and I had barely started rubbing my cock when there was a knock on the door. I opened to find S. She was feeling lonely and sad ( The UK is extremely lonely and depressing during the winters with short days and prolonged darkness, isolation, and numbing cold ) and wanted to talk as C had left for work. This wasn't anything new, this would happen all the time and I invited her in. I offered her a drink but she refused.

We started talking, soon we were talking about her family and she told me how her father had already started looking for matches for her. I asked her if she had told C and she said that she doesn't want to add to her worries. I told her why she doesn't take a strong stance and tell her parents very definitively that she isn't into men. She told me that years of questioning and triviliazing her sexuality had made her very doubtful about it. I asked if this was the reason she gets very uncomfortable when we talk about sex or sexual topics ? She nodded and said that topics about sex, especially heterosexual sex makes her very awkward and doubtful as she doesn't understand her feelings or anxieties about it. I asked her to open up about them and just say it out loud ( that genuinely helps ). She told me how she doesn't know how to describe it, her initial trials at being heterosexual when she had tried to date a guy, or watch het porn. The conversation started getting very intense , the fact that she had never opened up like this before and now, in my cozily heated room, under the warm comforter, the way she was pouring her heart out about the most nastiest sexy things while looking straight into my eyes was gradually turning the tension up, but being a good friend, I did everything to prevent it. Our feets were touching under the comforter and neither of us realized when our toes had entangled. She asked me for the water, I passed it and she spilled it. As I pulled out a few tissues from the box and was about to hand it to her, she leaned forward and my hand ended up on her bossom. She looked into my eyes with the most innocent puppy eyes almost demanding to be devoured, she sighed heavily, her tits rising against my hand. As I was about to move my hand, she asked me to keep it there as she came closer to me. I put my other hand on her waist and pulled her to myself. S was rather petit and had the best "simple but sexy" wardrobe. 80s themed croptops constituted most of her stuff and having seen her navel and belly when she used to stretch, I knew what lies inside the top above which I held her. I made her lie down beside me and ran my hand all over her body asking her if she wants them there, she was still shy but would hold my hand everytime I tried to remove it. Finally I lifted her top to expose her belly which was hairy but soft. I ran my finger down the hairline into her navel while kissing her neck and groping her waist with my other hand. She stretched for me and as I kissed her belly she told me she liked it more because of how my beard rubbed against her soft belly Her curiousity was rather direct because the first thing her hand grabbed was my dick, she tugged at it tightly as she was pretty nervous. I asked her to calm down and go slow like I was and she apologized and rubbed her hands over it to comfort it before suddenly pulling it out of my pant. She ran her soft fingers over them, feeling the instrument she had no idea about. She was so excited that it almost felt like she had discovered something. I had to stop her from making me cum with the intense hand job she was giving me. This escapade was cut short when she got a call from her gf during the laters break. We discussed what happened and her coyness returned. We decided to first explore on text and she left. We chatted till 2 last night about her fantasies and she told me that she's lucky to have a friend like me.