Close Enemies 2: Birthday Week

The rebound with Cami had left me with blood on the nape, not so much because it made me a type that's irresistible... However, I felt like the cutie was teasing and messing with me from minute one of the game and to top it off, she scored a goal by bending down in line with her head and over time (the footballer knows what I'm talking about). Then I swore on my life and ego that I'd get that cutie while I'm still alive. I arrived at my house, somewhat drunk and stayed in bed thinking: Will it be true she has a partner? (You're a lucky guy, you'll tell me) and to be honest, with the hickey I had and how handsome and cute her face was, there's no doubt many guys would be behind that truck. The truth is remembering the sequence made my cock come back to life and get hard... (despite the monumental hangover in the bar) and it was like I realized I was really turned on with getting off with this cutie, it was personal.. a pending account. I wasn't going to leave it like that even if it's the last thing I do. I took out my phone and tried to sneak a look at Camila's WhatsApp profile to see if now I could see her profile picture and why not, get a good masturbation session. When I noticed a small detail I was omitting, she didn't have me scheduled... and I didn't think I'd end up like a drunk on Sunday morning at 7 am using the word: pussy. I'd make it important and value my cock of course, those are principles I didn't think I'd break. I was about to sleep with an impressive hangover when above Cami's name, Belén's contact appeared in her profile picture showing a generous cleavage in a blue dress that combined perfectly with her white face and blue eyes. The idea of screwing the enemy of my enemy (valid redundancy) made me get hotter than usual and I entered the chat like a horse. I managed to see her famous last time just a couple of minutes before... hopefully this one is awake. I and I came : sleep already? Belen: no, gordi, was waiting for your msg. No know how hot I left. Wanted you to put it in my use the word: pussy. Gringo: there will be time for revenge later, he also got hard (I think it was the best cock photo I took of myself in my life). Belen: *recording audio* oh gringo don't make me like this, you're going to make a mess on the bed, if I get my fingers dirty everything will get messy. Gringo: I don't believe you (in reality had taken a photo that showed Belén was quite slutty and audacious, she could... but had to add fuel to the fire). Ten minutes passed... including when I had almost lost my erection when around 5 or 6 messages in a row sounded. They were from Belen, two photos of her big tits with erect nipples and rosy areolas, one photo of her with the blue thong well inserted into her ass (even though it wasn't her strong point, with the heat on she was more than approved), one where she showed me her use the word: pussy on the front side of the thong, showing off her big and rosy use the word: pussy, totally depilated and moist with a huge clitoris. To finish two audio files in which I could hear her moaning loudly and playing with her fingers. It didn't take much more for my cock to revive, making me have a terrible masturbation and come out with all the cum that had been building up between the heat with Camila and Belén's show. Belen: now can I? Gringo: it seems so, what yummy masturbation you made me do with your orgasm... it took out the cum that was left on top of me and I had some to give you Belen: don't touch yourself anymore, I don't usually have long periods, I'll be 26 on Tuesday, are you going to make a gift for my birthday? Gringo: if you ask like this... Belen: yes, I want you to fuck me. I'm going to sleep. Wait for you that day then! Gringo: okay, okay. We're seeing each other later. After that masturbation I died, slept like crap until 4 pm. I woke up and brought down a dozen empanadas with a glass of soda... what celestial pleasure. Only at home, I was seriously thinking about telling Belén to come over to my house on one of those good letter invitations, inviting her to watch a movie and blow job or get laid. But I decided not to rush... on the contrary, I remained intrigued by Cami, wondering if it wasn't time to send her a message already to test the terrain and know about my presence. I stayed debating with my mind... Belen didn't like me but was a sure lay, Cami delighted me even though I had only seen her once, but she made it harder for me than cleaning my ass with Parkinson's. A message from Franco (my friend, the one who pays) sounded: Football with the gang at 18 and then beers to wait for the game. The truth is that joining the guys to laugh, burn alcohol, and listen to anecdotes about the weekend seemed great and helped me not think about these cuties for at least a good while. Franco had just received fresh news that Belén got together with me in the reserved area he paid for, and although I was sucking up one ball that the guys would find out about it, I knew inside that the famous compensation from my part would come. You can already imagine what he asked... Clear path to face Camila (apparently he had stopped talking to her when she ignored me and I took her to dance despite it) Franco: Come on, gringo, you want them all for yourself, old man. I was flirting with the cutie before you fell off the reserved area that I paid for Gringo: (if anything makes my balls sweat is that they want to screw me over with a payment) Look, bro, I didn't ask you for a peso, we went out together because we're friends, neither did I take the cutie... I was the only one who put the balls on the table and took her to dance at least. The truth is that there was a tense atmosphere, never had I fought with Franco and less over a little thing. But the fact that he wanted Poor me made me so hot that I almost slapped him. Gringo: if the cutie gives you trouble, I applaud you in front of the dudes. Don't doubt it! But don't call me a bad friend in front of the vagos. Turco: okay, you're right... each one does their own thing and if the other gets it, they close up shop? Gringo: that's correct, friend. In a way, my 'rival', Franco was giving me some grief, he measured over 1.90 and despite being the most normal guy in the planet, he had a lot of cash and at that point I was going crazy lost. I decided to play my cards quickly... during the Boca vs San Lorenzo match we were watching with the dudes, I decided to send Camila a message saying who I was and how I was doing. The famous Azul tics were on the screen, writing... but he never sent me a message. I was boiling, also it would be nice to mess with me here? It felt like I had lost my manhood in the attempt. Catching Belén at that hour felt like a consolation prize more than a merit and I was putting myself down for getting so worked up over a girl. Already it was around 2 am and the next day I had class when Camila's voice message arrived. I was very curious about the content of the message but didn't want to seem desperate. However, I started thinking that maybe I was messing up by erasing it later and leaving me with doubts (that's how hdp are) commenting that I had traveled to see her dad because his grandma had passed away, but that I would be back because he also had an exam at the faculty like me. As we chatted for a couple of hours, it was getting very late and I ended up hanging up. Well, I'll go to bed... maybe your boyfriend will challenge you to be connected until late. Cami: he's not my owner, I talk to whoever I want and without schedules Gringo: yes yes what you say makes sense... don't get angry because of my fault Cami: come on! You wanted to shut me up and couldn't . I'm really spicy now Gringo: maybe so... and if you didn't want it then why did you give me explanations about why you couldn't? Cami: you're more intelligent than I thought... everything is going really badly but I still don't want to send any crap Gringo: okay, but don't trust... remember we're enemies . See you later...