Mi Amiga Luz - parte II -

HELLO TO ALL, I'M BACK WITH SOMETHING YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A LOT, THE SECOND PART OF MY STORY ABOUT LUZ, MY BEST FRIEND. SOME OF YOU ALREADY KNOW BECAUSE WE CHAT EVERY MORNING.

THANK YOU TO ALL WHO WRITE ME PRIVATELY AND TO THOSE WHO FROM THE BEST WAVE MAKE ME SUFFER WHEN I'M FEELING DOWN.

I HOPE THIS TEXT ENJOYS YOU.

When I think of Luz, it's impossible for me not to smile. I think about her and the funny things she says, how she argues with people who work at certain businesses because they don't sell a specific brand or because things are expensive, she has a lot of irony. I think about her and within a few minutes I find myself with a smile. And if I think about her it's also impossible for me not to imagine her sensual, provocative, romantic, our trust led us to always tell each other the intimate details of our partners, in my case I always told my boyfriend the sex details, she instead changes guys every now and then, doesn't want commitments, and that's where she laughs at the size, shape, curvature of the members, how thin her legs were on a certain man, how he would moan, she imitates it, puts on a deep voice and imitates male orgasm. We laugh.

For example, I know she really likes being masturbated, it's the best thing there is, she recognizes, looks up and bites her lips as if remembering some luxury, and I also know she doesn't like giving oral sex to men with too much pubic hair because it's disgusting, I always swallow some hair, I know what her record is, one night she did it four times, and with the same guy she took a short weekend trip to Mar del Plata, and there she proudly says they did it seventeen times in two days, and he was already exhausted, only moaning but couldn't ejaculate. She considered that a female triumph, leaving a man dry for her was all an achievement.

I also know that when she feels something for the other person she's silly, she enjoys a good missionary style at a slow pace; but when she has sex for pleasure, she enjoys it more if they make her ride or put her on all fours. She likes, like everyone else, to be given strong slaps on the buttocks, those that sound and produce a little pain.

When I think about that, I can't help but imagine her in that position, naked, with her breasts hanging and moving back and forth due to the roughness of penetration. I imagine her with red buttocks from the spankings, and I wonder how she'll moan, as I've already heard her fake it a few times when having sex with one of her boys, I suppose that when they spank her, she moans in another way or lets out small cries of pain. I imagine her with her face pressed against the mattress, clutching the sheets with all her might.

I know sometimes she says silly things because she knows it makes the man come faster, so when she's finished and it's more about the pain than the pleasure, she pulls out some standard phrases from her repertoire to make the man feel like a super stud and thus end everything.

I know she likes to give oral sex to the boy once he's already ejaculated; she does it because she knows that at that moment the member is very sensitive, and that the pleasure they feel is so great that many prefer not to have it done, and there she puts on a slut and tells them if you don't want me to do it now, don't ask for it later, she enjoys torturing her lovers.

I know she likes her nipples bitten.

From thinking about her, I always end up without realizing it, touching myself with a smile on my face, or biting my lips, with my eyes closed and even sighing. Once I start, I can't stop, I need to reach climax thinking about her. I wonder if it's the same for her when she thinks about me. This is the only secret I have with her, at least so far, she doesn't know that I masturbate thinking about her figure in action.

To stimulate my fantasy, I often recall the times when she and I We kiss, something that used to happen every now and then but has been happening very often lately, we never went beyond that until now, barely feel the excitement taking over before we stop, laugh, flatter each other a bit, don't hide that we're hot, hug each other and fall asleep.

As I said, these encounters happened more frequently, we would make veiled invitations to each other, like inviting the other to dinner or the movies, although the other already knew what it was for, no one would tell the other I want to see you to sleep together, but always in some way we coincided that sleeping together was the best option, because it was very late, because there was a storm outside, or whatever, we would argue fatigue, anything was valid to stay together, or I at her house, which she still lives with her parents, or she at mine, where I live with my boyfriend.

That afternoon she invited me to a girls' outing, with the idea of going out for dinner together, then going to the movies and afterwards going to get something to drink at some pub. A classic girls' night out that wants to get away from the world, commitments, daily life problems, work stress. Of course I accepted the invitation, knowing that the chances of ending up kissing were great, we just had to decide where to end the evening.

We dined in a small restaurant that only allows reservations beforehand, she had taken care of that. In the place the lights are dim, it's part of the atmosphere and style of the place. We ordered salad with chicken, I wanted to take water but she insisted on having wine brought over. We chatted about common things, a girls' chat, a chat like thousands of times I've had with her. The hour for dessert was an ice cream for me and a strange fruit tart for her. She asked how I felt and if I was really in the mood to go to the movies, I understood the indirect message and mentioned that I felt a bit tired but that we could do what she wanted.

Let's go home if you want - she said - We stayed calm there if you're tired. -Come on. She lives in a distant neighborhood from the movement, away from the center. We were lucky to get the last bus because here at midnight there is no public transportation service until 6 am the next day and taking a taxi is really expensive. I felt like the bus driver caught us with his gaze, and I saw him looking at my ass through the mirror while we walked to our seats. It doesn't bother me, it's more, I like being looked at my ass, I work out daily to have it nice, and feeling it is a reward for my effort.

At her house, I have to admit that the first few minutes were uncomfortable, both of us knew something physical would happen, but it wasn't anything extraordinary, we always go through the same thing, silences, avoided gazes, nervous smiles, absurd comments without sense like to break the ice. For some reason, we didn't feel like going to bed, as they say, we need to test the terrain, find a perfect excuse to go to the room, we're no longer fifteen years old, where it's normal to lock yourself in the room with your friend. Finally, an excuse appeared.

-I'm going to change - she said - Do you want to leave the jacket in the room?

Once we entered most of the work was already done. She closed the door. I waited for her a few meters away, standing still, with my hands behind me. She advanced towards me and without saying anything kissed me. Her kiss was strong, it hit my face so hard that I moved back a little. We gave each other some pecks like that, without even touching. She caressed my cheek and we exchanged a smile while looking at each other's eyes. I love looking at her, I feel loved and desired at the same time.

She started undressing, her intention was to put on more comfortable clothes. I took off my jacket and sweater, also my sneakers so I could lie down in bed. I turned on the TV, we have so much confidence that In my bedroom I feel like I'm at home. I asked if she wanted to watch a movie or prefer a series. She said it didn't matter as long as she put on a big sweater, her bare back is beautiful, and through the mirror I could see her breasts. Nothing new either, I've seen them many times before, we even bathed together in the summer and pool at the club.

I was channel surfing when she leaned over me. I really enjoyed watching her crawl from the end of the bed to me. That's how sexy I should look when my boyfriend asks me to walk on all fours. By instinct, I moistened my lips as she approached. I lowered my gaze and saw that her mouth was opening. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact. Her lips are rich, wet, soft, I like the texture they have, the way they slide with mine.

Our tongues started a subtle battle, at first a truce, barely a touch, a playful tug on the tip, then the passion of feeling all her living flesh moving inside my mouth, my first sighs, her first gasps, our first mmmms, the beautiful sound of saliva mixing, the chuik sounds of lips separating to take air. I open my eyes to look at her when I kiss someone, I like opening my eyes to see if the other person has them closed, if so, I feel good because it means they enjoy my way of kissing.

I'm fascinated by watching her with her eyes closed, she's very pretty, and knowing that she was enjoying herself excited me a lot. I calm down amidst all the nervousness I felt and close my eyes to also enjoy those kisses. I let myself be carried away by the situation and find myself being caressed by a woman. She runs her hands over my legs, goes from my hips, around my glutes to my shins, it's easy for her to get there because my legs are flexed, from there she rises with circular caresses, takes her time on the inside of my thighs and I feel fire between my legs. I discover myself caressing her shoulders and arms. Down the back. I touch her Booty, round, firm. I press it as if it were one of those stress balls used to calm anxiety.

She goes down my neck and kisses me. First, she just touches it with her lips, then she kisses it enthusiastically, licks it with her tongue until she sucks on it like a vampire stealing my first moan. My face shows pleasure, eyes closed, furrowed brow, open mouth.

She lifts up my shirt and kisses my stomach, tickles me but doesn't say anything, lets me do what she wants, kisses my sides, goes up a bit, plays with her tongue on my belly button while undoing the buttons of my jeans. It's so tight that it takes her effort to get them off, she pulls down my pants and underwear at once, helped me take them all the way off, but then gave me a subtle push to stay in the position I was in before, reclined on my back with my legs semi-open and flexed. She spread them apart even more with her hands, and felt her lips pressing against my labia. She kissed it softly, as if she were provoking it, I felt the sounds of the kisses, and my moisture increased.

Then I felt her tongue traveling along the entire scar, from bottom to top, then down again. I look at her, she's looking at me. Our gazes cross and now I understand men, it's beautiful to see a woman giving you oral sex, the way they look sideways with their flushed face, with lust, trying to give pleasure to the other person.

Her tongue strokes only make my vagina open up, and so my clitoris is exposed for Luz to enjoy at her whim. She knows where it is and how to treat it. I feel like two of her fingers are entering my body and it's impossible not to arch my back and let out a loud moan, she tries to calm me down with a sshhhhh, then asks if I like it. I don't remember if I responded, I only know that I brought my hand to hers head, like men do with us, and from there I started caressing her neck as she was masturbating me and stimulating my clitoris with her tongue and lips.

I didn't take too long to reach orgasm. When I felt the tingling starting to go down my stomach, I knew it would be intense, so I whispered that's it, that's it to her, looked at her when I had an orgasm at the door, she was looking at me with a terrible slut face, I was defenseless before her games, she knew it, don't stop, don't stop, I begged, and I couldn't hold back anymore, I fell back with force, my back arched as if possessed, my thighs trembled like never before. I didn't manage to catch a breath, let out a moan, and when I saw the pleasure wasn't ending, I had to let out another one, and another shorter one, I was out of air. She wasn't still inside me, but she continued sucking my pussy, so I had to ask her to stop.

She got up and kissed me. Her face was all shiny from my fluids and saliva. Her lips tasted like mine, I already know what it's like because my boyfriend also kisses me after giving me oral sex, or many times he makes me masturbate and then sucks my fingers.

I started touching her through her underwear. I felt like a man, trying to separate the fabric from the skin so there would be space for me to introduce my fingers without having to take off the panties. When I got there she gasped. She was on top of me, on all fours above me. Our faces were just a few centimeters apart, and every now and then she'd kiss me. I was masturbating her like I was doing it to myself, her vagina is the same as mine, and I suppose they're all the same at least in the inside part. I watched her face when I saw her make any gesture of pleasure, so I continued touching her that way. It didn't take too long for her to start moving her hips to increase the rhythm, like she was making love to my hand. -Oh my love – she sighed, closed her eyes and threw her head back. Opened her mouth and I felt the interior of her body press my fingers as she moaned. It wasn't as loud as I expected, but I felt my palm get wet suddenly. She collapsed exhausted onto my chest and we stayed like that for a long time, embracing each other. We kissed a little while talking about all this that's happening to us. We love each other, we're doing well, we like each other. I'm happy Luz is part of my life. COMMENT. RATE. SHARE. AND ALL THE REST...