His best friend. I don't know why but yes how. XIX Opened the entrance door and let it close behind me. On the way to the elevator, I thought about what to say. What to invent, what a slutty mess was living like this, where the second thing that came to mind was lying! But it's exciting. The truth is that everything ends up being exhausting and seems like you'll never find peace. It's at this moment when one starts to have that confusion of not knowing what's happening in their partner. If it seems like everything is clear but then excitement, humiliation, and not knowing where everything is headed mixes together. However, among all those confusing thoughts, I got out of the elevator. - Juan, Juan!- Maca was yelling, but quietly. In that tone of a challenge. - Hi, Mac...- - Shh! Be quiet and come in- She was hurrying me with her hand and asking me to stay quiet. I entered and put my bag on the entrance. I took a deep breath, like looking for relief. Maca was wearing a sports legging and a muscular wide one. - What are you doing here, Juan? What are you doing?!- She continued in that tone of challenge, yelling, annoyance. - Nothing... I...- - What's this, Juan?!- She pointed to the bag.- Juan, Juan, Juan! What are you doing with that, Jua...- - Yes, it's me, Juan!- I interrupted, raising my voice more than hers. - Eh?- - Since I got here you've been saying Juan, Juan, Juan So, yes, I'm called Juan. Calm down, it's me.- I rubbed her arms. - You're a jerk, Juan!- She turned and started walking. - Come in, excuse the mess.- She said, while putting away a cup she had left on the table. The apartment had a living room, kitchen-dining area integrated but spacious. You entered, to the right was the kitchen with a small island and a table, and to the left was a sofa with a TV in front of it. Through a hallway, two doors that I assumed were the bathroom and bedroom. I sat down at the table. She was standing, crossed her arms. - What are you doing here and with the bag? What crazy thing did you do?- - Nothing, Maca. We argued.- - You didn't get into a fight over something like this because of- vas.- - No, okay. Obvious.- She sat desperate. - Did you find out about us? - - No, stupid. Nothing to do with it.- - Then?- She was rubbing her head.- Can you be a little more specific?- - No! I can't because I'm confused.- - Is this because of what we talked about yesterday? Isn't that the crazy thing you told me about...- - No, no...- I interrupted- ... Don't worry that it's not.... Or what if?- I looked at her sideways. - Oh, Juan! What did you do?- - No, it's not because of what we talked about. I don't know. Everything is going to hell.- - Did you screw up?- She asked quickly. <> I thought. Although at some point, in this case, I had screwed up with my best friend, who was right in front of me asking me that question. - Are you saying another woman besides you?- - Oh, you're an idiot...- She hit her head, whistled and looked away from me. - She's not a daughter of a slut ...- <> - ... It's not like that.- I continued, looking for the explanation. - Can it be that we leave the topic? I need... I need to rest. - I leaned back in my chair, looking for air. - You're leaving your old folks, aren't you?- She asked out of nowhere, pointing at her purse and furrowing her brow. - I thought we would eat together and...- - Juan, Juan, Juan! Yes, I said eight hundred million times, Juan! What part didn't you understand yesterday that it's not all good for me? Besides! Do you think this is a hotel? Does anyone come here to sleep?- She moved her index finger around, signaling nervously. - Anyone comes?- I smiled. - There's no man who sets foot in this house.- She said it would be. I laughed, letting some of that tension pass. - I don't have anywhere to go, seriously.- She took her head, breathed deeply and cursed me in three different languages. - It's okay but you're coming as a refugee from war, okay?- - What does that mean?- - Don't even think it, Juan! Don't even let it cross your mind!- She clenched her fist, angry. I think she was referring to the emotional confusion we could have. To what both of us We knew something was happening to us but we couldn't let ourselves get carried away. - Did you eat? - No, I was about to cook. - Can I help?
She stopped, puffing again. She went to the fridge, moving that perfectly trained, round ass of hers. Her beautiful breasts moved freely, without obstacle, below that muscular expanse that would stretch her arms and let me see her nipples.
- You're going to eat soy milanesa and salad, did you hear me? - Eh... well... - I replied with some doubt. - No, no. Because I know you and you'll eat any old crap. In this house, the rules are mine, okay? - Yes, you're fitness... - If so, what's wrong with that? I take care of myself. - So do I, I'm a 'fitnessewoman'.
I moved my foot and lowered my head. - You too? - Yes, I'm a 'fitnessewoman' too. - Sonreí, looking at her. - Ah, no! - She started laughing and taking everything out to prepare dinner. - If I knew you were half a jerk but not all the way... - But you like the jerk... - Juan! - She pointed me with a knife. - You're a refugee from war.
We ate, talked about various things that had nothing to do with my relationship with Paula. It was almost 10:30 at night. - Well, I'm going to sleep... - She said, smiling. - Come on... - She told me, and I got up and followed her. - Chit, chit, no, no, no, no. - She put her finger on my chest and pushed me. - You sleep in the armchair that cost me a fortune and makes a bed. In this house, there's not even a man who can enter my room, OL-VI-DA-TE!
So perfect, so bossy, so firm. So good she was that I saw her positioning her mouth to 'blow me' and I went crazy.
She brought the sheets and a blanket. Meanwhile, I set up the armchair that was worth every cent because it was spectacular. - Well, now if you're done. - She said, leaving. - Here's your control. Don't put it too hard because I want to watch my show and not hear anything else. - - Inside your rules, don't you also have permission to watch shows with men? - She turned around, looking at me defiantly. - Don't misunderstand, I'm not referring to your bed, but a sofa... sofa-bed. - I pointed it out, for laugh even more. - A chapter and I'm going to bed, okay? - She went to her room. - Look how she's still watching! - She yelled, probably while changing. I got into bed, put on the series, and she came over. She had maybe the same pajamas as Paula but totally stuck to her body, marking that perfect ass and a shirt that showed her nipples. - You look good...- - Don't be stupid.- She responded. - It will bore you and you'll fall asleep. - - I swear I see it for you.- I replied, while she got into bed. - Juan! What are you doing in boxers? - - Are you kidding me? Did we do anything on a car roof and now you're surprised because I'm sleeping in boxers? - - It's different. You're in my house.- She crossed her arms and stood still next to mine, barely touching our arms. The truth is, I didn't even look at the series. I dedicated myself to observing those two beautiful breasts, that mouth, until her hair fascinated me. I'd get a little closer and she'd remind me that I was a war refugee. It excited me even more. - Well, I'm going to sleep now.- I said smiling and moving towards her chest. - Okay, okay, don't be a bother.- She said without taking her eyes off the series. I stayed there for a few moments and despite being hot, I felt peaceful after so long. I passed my hand over her stomach and couldn't believe I had hated her for so long and now discovered she was beautiful. She was stroking my hair slowly. I went up under her shirt with my hand. - Stop, Juan.- - Let me give you a caress...- - Juan...- I felt her eyes on me. I stopped and in an instant went back to it. Her brake again. I repeated the same thing until I reached her nipple. Soft, round, didn't fit in my hand. That hard, perfect nipple! What a slut mother, she looked so good! - Stop, okay...- And already her voice wasn't the same. I got up a bit while still touching her right breast. She was biting her lower lip with her perfect teeth. Closing her eyes. - Juan...- I interrupted her with a kiss. In a kiss... where I downloaded all the emotions. I felt like her mouth was giving in and I put my tongue and hers, timidly started playing with mine and our saliva mixed together. And my hand wasn't rubbing her skin anymore, it was squeezing. And the free hand grabbed her belt and pulled her over me. I began to touch her ass. Both of our breathing overwhelmed us and I didn't know if we were agitated or moaning, but my cock was in her crotch and she was moving and I couldn't stop thinking about her, even with her there. And when I put her hand under the pajamas and felt a small thong, it touched my hand. - Juan, no. Not at home, not - She said, between cut off but firm.
- Strange that you use the word: pussy...- I whispered as I passed, almost like if it were actually a thought.
She looked at me and touched my face. She smiled, closing her eyes a little and showing that there was something more between us in the end.
- Let's do love...- I said to her, looking at her. - Don't say that, please. - Why not? - Because you have to want to fuck me, not make love.- And I realized she was right and since a while ago Paula wanted to be fucked, re-gagged, filled with cum, and Maca had just told me she wanted to do love and... luckily it was all an instant until she spoke up at my ear. - I also miss your cock.- I felt the air of her smile on my neck. I closed my eyes and started going down, pulled out my boxer and I was already hard. Maca looked at me fixedly while pressing her lips to the head of my cock. She started slowly licking all over it and even my balls.
- Did you miss my cock when you sucked him off the other one?- I said to her, laughing, excited, in the same tone that Lucio had told Pauli, right in front of me, a few hours ago. - Maybe...- - Did you think about me when you were sucking him off?- She looked at me while moving away from me a little. - Wasn't it that you missed my pussy?- She asked, taking off her pajamas and thong.
I lay down and she sat on my face. I started eating her clitoris. Her smell excited me. Sucked, passed my tongue, twisted. Her juices made me crazy and feeling that I moaned with the cock inside her mouth put me at a thousand. - I love... ah... I love...- Said, interrupted. Sucked and sucked. I started playing with my fingers on her clitoris, while my tongue pointed to her ass. She inserted it and ran all over that perfect ring, almost millimetered, with that clean smell that slowly mixed with the juices of her pussy. - ah, how tasty... ah... oh god...- - Do you suck my ass?- - Juan... ah... ah... please... continue...- She said, shivering little by little. - Did she suck it?- I repeated, this time slowly inserting a finger. - No... ah... ah... no... - I lit up, started eating her ass with more enthusiasm. My hands multiplied on her body. She twisted in pleasure and felt the spasms in her stomach with each cum. - Did you catch it?- I said with my mouth full of her juices. - Juan... ah... - Started approaching my cock.- She sucked me a little and when I was about to catch, I thought of you...- - Didn't you get caught then?- - She got me a little, morbid. - Smiled and put it in her mouth. I started moaning, because of the blow job, because of her response. Because her mouth went up and down and her tongue ran all over my cock inside her mouth. My finger continued to play with her ass until I couldn't take it anymore and ended up in her mouth. She stayed there, waiting for me to finish every last drop. - uf... how nice. - I said, agitated. - You could suck it more often. You have a tasty taste. - She said, swallowing everything that was left. Bye, Juancito.- She said, gathering things and leaving me see her walk and the perfection of that body that felt, needed to enjoy it as soon as possible. That night, I looked at my cell phone and had twenty missed calls from Paula and nearly fifty messages. I went to bed, set the alarm, and fell asleep peacefully, with a smile almost like forgetting what happened in the morning.
She stopped, puffing again. She went to the fridge, moving that perfectly trained, round ass of hers. Her beautiful breasts moved freely, without obstacle, below that muscular expanse that would stretch her arms and let me see her nipples.
- You're going to eat soy milanesa and salad, did you hear me? - Eh... well... - I replied with some doubt. - No, no. Because I know you and you'll eat any old crap. In this house, the rules are mine, okay? - Yes, you're fitness... - If so, what's wrong with that? I take care of myself. - So do I, I'm a 'fitnessewoman'.
I moved my foot and lowered my head. - You too? - Yes, I'm a 'fitnessewoman' too. - Sonreí, looking at her. - Ah, no! - She started laughing and taking everything out to prepare dinner. - If I knew you were half a jerk but not all the way... - But you like the jerk... - Juan! - She pointed me with a knife. - You're a refugee from war.
We ate, talked about various things that had nothing to do with my relationship with Paula. It was almost 10:30 at night. - Well, I'm going to sleep... - She said, smiling. - Come on... - She told me, and I got up and followed her. - Chit, chit, no, no, no, no. - She put her finger on my chest and pushed me. - You sleep in the armchair that cost me a fortune and makes a bed. In this house, there's not even a man who can enter my room, OL-VI-DA-TE!
So perfect, so bossy, so firm. So good she was that I saw her positioning her mouth to 'blow me' and I went crazy.
She brought the sheets and a blanket. Meanwhile, I set up the armchair that was worth every cent because it was spectacular. - Well, now if you're done. - She said, leaving. - Here's your control. Don't put it too hard because I want to watch my show and not hear anything else. - - Inside your rules, don't you also have permission to watch shows with men? - She turned around, looking at me defiantly. - Don't misunderstand, I'm not referring to your bed, but a sofa... sofa-bed. - I pointed it out, for laugh even more. - A chapter and I'm going to bed, okay? - She went to her room. - Look how she's still watching! - She yelled, probably while changing. I got into bed, put on the series, and she came over. She had maybe the same pajamas as Paula but totally stuck to her body, marking that perfect ass and a shirt that showed her nipples. - You look good...- - Don't be stupid.- She responded. - It will bore you and you'll fall asleep. - - I swear I see it for you.- I replied, while she got into bed. - Juan! What are you doing in boxers? - - Are you kidding me? Did we do anything on a car roof and now you're surprised because I'm sleeping in boxers? - - It's different. You're in my house.- She crossed her arms and stood still next to mine, barely touching our arms. The truth is, I didn't even look at the series. I dedicated myself to observing those two beautiful breasts, that mouth, until her hair fascinated me. I'd get a little closer and she'd remind me that I was a war refugee. It excited me even more. - Well, I'm going to sleep now.- I said smiling and moving towards her chest. - Okay, okay, don't be a bother.- She said without taking her eyes off the series. I stayed there for a few moments and despite being hot, I felt peaceful after so long. I passed my hand over her stomach and couldn't believe I had hated her for so long and now discovered she was beautiful. She was stroking my hair slowly. I went up under her shirt with my hand. - Stop, Juan.- - Let me give you a caress...- - Juan...- I felt her eyes on me. I stopped and in an instant went back to it. Her brake again. I repeated the same thing until I reached her nipple. Soft, round, didn't fit in my hand. That hard, perfect nipple! What a slut mother, she looked so good! - Stop, okay...- And already her voice wasn't the same. I got up a bit while still touching her right breast. She was biting her lower lip with her perfect teeth. Closing her eyes. - Juan...- I interrupted her with a kiss. In a kiss... where I downloaded all the emotions. I felt like her mouth was giving in and I put my tongue and hers, timidly started playing with mine and our saliva mixed together. And my hand wasn't rubbing her skin anymore, it was squeezing. And the free hand grabbed her belt and pulled her over me. I began to touch her ass. Both of our breathing overwhelmed us and I didn't know if we were agitated or moaning, but my cock was in her crotch and she was moving and I couldn't stop thinking about her, even with her there. And when I put her hand under the pajamas and felt a small thong, it touched my hand. - Juan, no. Not at home, not - She said, between cut off but firm.
- Strange that you use the word: pussy...- I whispered as I passed, almost like if it were actually a thought.
She looked at me and touched my face. She smiled, closing her eyes a little and showing that there was something more between us in the end.
- Let's do love...- I said to her, looking at her. - Don't say that, please. - Why not? - Because you have to want to fuck me, not make love.- And I realized she was right and since a while ago Paula wanted to be fucked, re-gagged, filled with cum, and Maca had just told me she wanted to do love and... luckily it was all an instant until she spoke up at my ear. - I also miss your cock.- I felt the air of her smile on my neck. I closed my eyes and started going down, pulled out my boxer and I was already hard. Maca looked at me fixedly while pressing her lips to the head of my cock. She started slowly licking all over it and even my balls.
- Did you miss my cock when you sucked him off the other one?- I said to her, laughing, excited, in the same tone that Lucio had told Pauli, right in front of me, a few hours ago. - Maybe...- - Did you think about me when you were sucking him off?- She looked at me while moving away from me a little. - Wasn't it that you missed my pussy?- She asked, taking off her pajamas and thong.
I lay down and she sat on my face. I started eating her clitoris. Her smell excited me. Sucked, passed my tongue, twisted. Her juices made me crazy and feeling that I moaned with the cock inside her mouth put me at a thousand. - I love... ah... I love...- Said, interrupted. Sucked and sucked. I started playing with my fingers on her clitoris, while my tongue pointed to her ass. She inserted it and ran all over that perfect ring, almost millimetered, with that clean smell that slowly mixed with the juices of her pussy. - ah, how tasty... ah... oh god...- - Do you suck my ass?- - Juan... ah... ah... please... continue...- She said, shivering little by little. - Did she suck it?- I repeated, this time slowly inserting a finger. - No... ah... ah... no... - I lit up, started eating her ass with more enthusiasm. My hands multiplied on her body. She twisted in pleasure and felt the spasms in her stomach with each cum. - Did you catch it?- I said with my mouth full of her juices. - Juan... ah... - Started approaching my cock.- She sucked me a little and when I was about to catch, I thought of you...- - Didn't you get caught then?- - She got me a little, morbid. - Smiled and put it in her mouth. I started moaning, because of the blow job, because of her response. Because her mouth went up and down and her tongue ran all over my cock inside her mouth. My finger continued to play with her ass until I couldn't take it anymore and ended up in her mouth. She stayed there, waiting for me to finish every last drop. - uf... how nice. - I said, agitated. - You could suck it more often. You have a tasty taste. - She said, swallowing everything that was left. Bye, Juancito.- She said, gathering things and leaving me see her walk and the perfection of that body that felt, needed to enjoy it as soon as possible. That night, I looked at my cell phone and had twenty missed calls from Paula and nearly fifty messages. I went to bed, set the alarm, and fell asleep peacefully, with a smile almost like forgetting what happened in the morning.
2 comentários - XIX Su mejor amiga. No sé el porqué pero sí el cómo.