Best Friends Without Benefits Novels & Stories

I vented to my best friend for a solid hour. Two glasses of wine later, I felt a lot better. She asked, curious: "You're really not the least bit curious who Noah's real dad is? You said he looks like both of them. What if it's one of those two?" I waved her off. "Forget it. One's always telling me I'm not ladylike enough. The other has his precious dream girl. Does it even matter? I'm better off alone."

Shawn must sense my internal struggle because he pulls me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't overthink it," he murmurs. "How can I not?" I look up at him. "Shawn, what kind of friendship is this?" He's quiet for a moment, considering. "Friends with benefits," he says finally. I frown. "What's that?" "It means we're friends who also... help each other out when we need it." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Fuck buddies, basically. Either of us can call on the other when we need them. No strings. No expectations."

“Let's see how many can fit, my dear friend with benefits .” “What the hell!?” “Whats wrong?” I asked. “Are we still friends with benefits?!” “urmmmm” “Really you've got to be kidding me, do you have some sort of bipolar disorder or something? One minute we are friends with benefits while being a fake couple and the second minute you think we are dating like a real couple and you're getting pissed.”

“We should probably talk about what this means.” I thought it. These were my best friends. I loved them deeply, but not romantically. This was pure chemistry, mutual attraction, mind-blowing sex. “I don’t want it to mean anything heavy,” I admitted. “I love you both as friends. That doesn’t change. But I also really enjoyed what we just did. Like, really enjoyed it.” Talin nodded slowly. “Friends with benefits? The three of us?” “Why not?” Douglas shrugged. “We’re adults. We communicate well. We trust each other. As long as we’re all on the same page.”

A side effect of casually sleeping with your best friend is you can't question things because you're not in a relationship. "Well I'm inviting you now, I don't want to be the only girl there please come Alexis." Beth says with a pout. "I don't know Beth, Mason hasn't asked me." I say feeling a little sad that he hasn't invited me. "I'm sure he'll ask you later." Beth says. "Yeah okay," I say with a nod. "So it's just Luke, Mason, Nick and you that are going?" I ask. "Yeah just us." Beth says. "Okay." I say with a nod kind of happy Mason's ex Claire isn't going to be there.

A single tear escapes, and he swipes it away with a jagged, angry motion. “No!” I snap, the thought of him leaving sending a jolt of panic through me. “I want to keep seeing you. But 'friends with benefits' lowers the stakes. It would be simpler for both of us.” “Simpler,” Kol repeats. He looks like he’s just been slapped. “What exactly changes between us if we change the word?” “Nothing, practically,” I admit. “It’s just a label. Less baggage.” A bitter, cynical smile twists Kol’s lips. “Of course. Because for you, it’s all about the optics, isn't it?”

I said, “He doesn’t know he’s been exposed. To him, I’m still the wife who knows nothing.” Flora nodded. “Then we set a trap.” We spent two days planning it out. I went home and cooked like usual. When Tristan came back, I was setting the table. “Tristan,” I said lightly. “Yeah?” “A classmate of mine—her husband works in investment. There’s a really good project going around. High returns, but they need you to sign off on it.” Tristan looked up at me. “What kind of project?” “Commercial real estate. Two hundred thousand upfront, but the projected return is triple that.”

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

The big brother I always wanted as an only child. "If he ever dares hurt you... Call me. I'll make him pay." he had said as a last resolute, making my eyes roll. "He's not going to hurt me, Brooks." Wanna bet?" "Brooks!" "I mean it. You're my best friend, the last thing I want is you getting hurt over a damn fool!" "Brooks, stop it," I said as we sat by our childhood tree house three years ago. "I bet you won't go past five years." he had said, making me uncomfortably angry. But I took the bet, determined to prove him wrong.

With that, I looped my arm around Gerald's waist and Trevor halted his steps instantly. Surprise flared in Gerald's eyes as I placed my legs between his thighs and leaned against him, silently willing him to go out for a long pass. "Now that it has gotten to this point, I don't have to hide the fact that I'm also sleeping with my best friend. Now, let's get the rejection over and done with!" Claudia let out a peal of unhinged laughter. "You're sleeping with your janitor best friend? How low can you stoop, Beth?"