Can we be Friends - Justin's friends are mine

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 1: Madison Beer



I was wonderin' 'bout your mama
Did she get that job she wanted?
Sell that car that gave her problems?
I'm just curious 'bout her, honest (ooh-ooh)



Well, let's start at the beginning. My name is Pedro, and I'm an Argentinian in my early thirties. I lived all my life in my native country, Argentina, where I met my wife and had my young son. In my country I did a little of everything, looking for a living with various businesses with little success, trying to survive thanks to my natural charisma and my grit. Nevertheless, due to our country's difficult economic conditions we were forced to pack our bags and head north to the northern area of our continent in search of the famous American dream.

And that's how I ended up in this situation. Thanks to my connections with friends who are part of the thriving Argentine community in Miami, I got a very good job: a receptionist at a large hotel in South Miami Beach. It's a very good job, although demanding, but it has one drawback, which I find most difficult: in the summer, it's quite difficult to get time off during the holidays, so I had to work Easter week while my wife and son enjoyed the coast at a friend's beach house.

It was a stiflingly hot afternoon, and the hotel was busy. It was the fucking Spring Break time, so there was a veritable exodus of young people fleeing their boring college campuses toward the warm beaches. Imagine hundreds of excited boys and girls making a racket, all of them thinking about the vacation they were about to have, and on top of that, speaking in an English that sounded like Chinese to me, even though I have a decent level of English. When my shift was almost over, a group of girls approached me and left me speechless. They looked like clones; they all wore the same clothes: tiny tops, shorts, or even tinier leather miniskirts, and well-made-up, ready to have a good time and have a great time.



Of course, they were all looking for someone to give them information on places to have drinks, clubs, and all that... And who was in charge of answering those questions? Of course, the receptionist: ME!!!

They were all very friendly, and one hotter than the other. Only one of them approached me, asking for a club that wouldn't close too early since they were planning to party all night. I told them there was one where I had a friend who's a public relations guy. I promised I'd call him and give them some free drinks. I asked their ages since they asked for ID at the entrance, and she told me not to worry, that they were all old enough to drink. So, I decided to call my friend Juan.

- "Juan, what's up, buddy? How are you?"
- "Fine, and you? It's been a while!!!"
- "Good, too. Hey, I have some girls here at the hotel who want to party all night. I'm going to tell them to go to your place and ask for you. Please, treat them well, okay?"
- "Don't worry. Hey, how's your wife?"
- "Well, she'll be soaking wet at the beach. I had to stay working."
- "So why don't you stop by the club tonight and have a few drinks and talk?"
- "Well, maybe I will. I'm going home, shower, have some dinner, and if I feel like it, I'll call you."

I finished my shift and went home. The truth is, I needed to clear my head, so I decided to call Juan to tell him we'd see each other that night, and to tell him not to give all the drinks to the girls and to save some piece for me.

Already in the shower, I started thinking about those girls, coming to a city where no one knew them, hundreds of miles from home, and able to do whatever they wanted without anyone knowing them. Almost without realizing it, I got hard, just thinking about those hard breasts covered only with a piece of cloth and those tight asses. I had no choice but to masturbate.

Around twelve o´clock, I arrived at the club and spotted Juan. My friend invited me for a few drinks, and when I was a little drunk, I went to check out the dance floor and was amazed! It was incredible how many beautiful women were lurking, looking for men and fun (or both).

After a while, and seeing that there were only young girls I had no access to, I thought I'd have my last drink and leave. At that precise moment, I saw her at the bar: it was the girl who had asked me for information about the club!



I said hello, and she was so happy to see me, it was as if she were a friend I'd known all my life. She gave me such a warm hug that I could feel her firm, hard breasts pressing against me. She was quite drunk and affectionate. While we were talking, she kept coming closer and rubbing against me. I was freaking out, was I flirting with a girl who was drunk as a skunk, and apparently lacking in affection?
She asked me if I had a girlfriend, I told her I was married, and she told me she'd had a boyfriend for a while now. You know, they say the only ones who always tell the truth are children and drunks. She confirmed that saying, as she started telling me that her boyfriend didn't give her what she wanted, but she didn't want to leave him for fear of being alone. I told her she was very young, that men were everywhere, and that she was beautiful. The truth is, she was gorgeous, a real bombshell. She had wavy, dark brown hair, was tall and slender, with an elegant gait and a smile like something out of a toothpaste commercial. And her breasts... her breasts were driving me crazy; the air conditioning in the room made her nipples point right at me, and they seemed to be talking to me. She had two enormous, firm, and spongy balls. Her legs were incredibly long, and her ass showed off its perfect shape squeezed into that super-miniskirt.


By then, I already had a really big erection. My cock screamed at me to get her out of there, but her age held me back a bit, though she didn't seem to mind the age difference. She kept grabbing my waist, pulling me toward her and hugging me, the alcohol doing the rest.
It was around four in the morning, and I asked her where her friends were, and she told me they'd left a while ago, and that I was the only person she'd ever met. She stood on tiptoe, leaned her head gently on my shoulder, and whispered in my ear that she liked me and that I was really nice. The music was making us talk very close to each other's ears, and that was really turning me on. Every time she came closer, she wouldn't hesitate to hit me with those two tits. I couldn't take it anymore and told her I had to go home. In the past, I would have grabbed her, but now I was married. Up until now, I'd been holding back, but I didn't think I could hold back my impulses any longer.


When I told her I had to go, she told me it wasn't possible, that how could I leave her alone and stay any longer? She promised me I wouldn't regret it. I listened to her, we went to the bar, and I ordered a couple of drinks. The bar was packed with people, and she stood behind me; it seemed like she was being pushed toward me. That was my breaking point: I couldn't hold it in any longer, and I turned around before she could move away from me, and there I was, my rock-hard cock resting between her legs, face to face, chest to chest. She took the two drinks I was holding, placed them on the bar, and started kissing me. My hands went straight to her tits and ass. She told me she didn't think I'd ever come down on her, and that gave me free rein. There, in the middle of all the noise at the bar, we made out. When I realized, she had her hand caressing my cock outside my pants and started unzipping my pants, putting her hand inside my underwear and caressing my cock.

I took her hand away and told her we should go to a private room or the car. She decided we should go to the car.

Since I'm Juan's friend, I parked my car in the VIP area of the club. It was reserved for a few guests, and there weren't too many people around. While I was opening the car, she got drunk and took off her panties and put them in my face. They were soaked, and her musky scent turned me on even more.


I didn't even have time to sit in the backseat of the car when my cock was in her mouth, and I experienced deep throating. I should clarify here that I have a rather large member, about 23 cm (9 inches), but it wasn't a problem for her: her throat worked wonders for my glans. I could feel it dilating her throat and making more of my cock enter her mouth; it practically disappeared inside. She didn't have to suck for long, and when I was about to cum, I let her know. She pressed my cock harder against her, and I came directly into her throat. The feeling I felt at that moment is totally indescribable, the best moment of my life.



She got on all fours and told me to eat her pussy. It was shaved and light pink, and I wanted to reciprocate, shoving my tongue in as far as I could. Her clitoris was huge, and more than eating her pussy, it felt like I was giving her a blowjob. She loved it when I licked her pussy with my tongue while she slowly inserted her middle finger into her ass, after lubricating it with her own juices.

My cock didn't take long to react again, and when I got ready to put it in her pussy, she said no, that she preferred it in the ass. I had seen her put a finger in, so I thought she was already used to it, and I wasn't careful. I pointed the tip of my member at the entrance of her backdoor and with one thrust, I put it all the way in. She screamed in pain and two tears came to her eyes. I thought I'd broken her, but no, moments later she started moving with a rhythm that made my cock go in and out almost all the way. She began to have several orgasms in a row and I continued to hold on like a champion. While I was fucking her, one of my hands kept rubbing that mega clitoris and putting several fingers in her pussy.


I was about to cum, but I didn't want to do it in her ass, I wanted to do it on her tits. So, I took it out, seeing how her ass was totally dilated, so much so that almost four fingers could fit in, I turned her over and she began to jerk me off, cumming on her tits, completely cleaning my saber and leaving it ready for use.


We both sat exhausted in the backseat of my car, and I told her I'd take her to the hotel; her friends would be worried about her. She let out a delicious laugh and told me that her friends would have done the same thing as us, and that they were probably fucking somewhere or even at the hotel.
On the way to the hotel, she kept touching my face and caressing my leg. I asked her if she wasn't satisfied, and she said yes, but that sex is never too much. I was already exhausted and my intention was to leave her at the hotel and go home and sleep. I didn't have to return to work at the hotel that weekend, and I told her I wouldn't see her again until Monday. To which she replied that that wasn't possible; she had to see me; she'd had a great time and had given her what her boyfriend hadn't, and she couldn't let me get away. Then she offered me a drink in her hotel room. I found the whole thing rather awkward; my colleagues might see me, and word might get around that I'd been in the hotel room with a client. Of course, the hotel's policy was not to have any kind of relationship with clients, except for professional ones. So I told her to go back to her room and that I'd take the service elevator; with any luck, no one would see me.
When I got to the room, the door was open. I walked in, and she was asleep in bed like an angel (which she was). I undressed her, put on some pajamas I found in her luggage, and pulled a sheet over her. I left a note on her nightstand saying goodbye and with my phone number. I went out into the hallway and picked a rose from one of the decorative pots. I placed it with the note, kissed her goodnight, and left the room.


Fortunately, she called me back on the number I had left. But that's another story…