She gave me an almost sisterly peck on my cheek. ‘So, tell me about yourself. Have you found a nice girlfriend yet? What happened to that Bengali be...auty in Kharagpur?’ Swati asked. ‘No… I haven’t had any luck so far. I don’t know what happened to that Bengali girl. I think she moved to Kolkata.’ I responded. ‘No pretty girls in your office?’ Swati persisted. ‘Well, actually the receptionist cum telephone operator is quite pretty, very sexy in fact.’ I said. ‘Wow! What’s the problem then?’ Swati. She was a sizeable woman with large voluptuos breasts and wide hips, but her 6 foot 4 height made this size less of a problem for her. She liked to think it was a problem for whichever man her thighs were around that night to deal with. Her hair was long and chestnut brown, her face round but not chubby, her ass was the one thing she wished was smaller, though thats every girls wish afterall, she mused. As she heard the sharp clink of glasses downstairs she felt her heat rising as she. A win-win for both of us.John and a few others had helped us move in, and it was nice finally having some privacy in my life. I could be making out on the couch with my boyfriend, and if she walked in she just let us be and went into her room (or we went into mine).And while Jean was still dating (and now sleeping with) Art, Steve was part of my past. I was loving what we had been doing, but he kept pressuring me for sex and I finally had enough of telling him no. By now I had decided that I. “I almost did, several times. I was too shy.”“You didn’t seem shy in the pool that day.”“I’d already chickened out a whole bunch of times and I was about to lose my mind if I didn’t do something. And Lavi ... don’t be surprised if it’s more than once.”“How would you feel,” I asked her?“I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.” She took a moment to gather her thoughts. “If I came in and found you fucking ... just someone I don’t know how I’d feel. It would be hot but I’d be confused. But Lavi? That.