Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste Novels & Stories

he softly said, "you can tell me anything, I don't judge, I just assist in repenting your sins." "I want to feel and suck on her breasts," she blurted out. Beth was envious of her best friend's massive breasts, especially considering her own were almost non-existent. "And her cunt?" He questioned, "Have you ever fantasized about her cunt?" It was surreal to have her best friend's father, never mind a Minister, asking such questions. Yet, her fantasies, after reading and watching p**n were often about seducing her best friend. She was curious what she would taste like, what any cunt would taste like, the many stories she had read implying a cunt had a unique taste to it. Finally, she admitted

Was I that starved that I have no sense of when to stop anymore? This is not how I planned my kind of marriage, I know it was not of love from the beginning but of duty but I so much love Pharrell. I can’t hurt him this way. How do I get rid of this obsession with his childhood friend Kay? * “These are for you!” I passed the candies to Trisha. “OMG! You always know what I like.” “Why won’t I? I’m your best friend." I boasted with a smile. “You don’t have to remind me.”

“You mean you don’t trust it?” Aria nodded. “I’ve been waiting for the next hit for so long, I forgot what still felt like.” Elias sipped his tea. “Still feels like this. You, me, warm water, bad cheese.” He held up the cheese. “See? Bad.” Aria laughed and stole his piece. “It’s not bad. You just have terrible taste.” Elias grinned. “My taste is fine. I picked you.” Aria went pink. “Shut up.” Elias shut up. For ten seconds. Then:

You didn’t turn her down… but do you feel comfortable going? A small smile crept onto my lips. Me: I’m going with you, so I trust you to get us out of there the moment things get awkward. Three typing dots appeared. Disappeared. Reappeared. Mine: What’s your safe word? I grinned, fingers flying over the keyboard. Me: Stomach ache? Headache? Sick? Horny? Pick for me. Dots again. Then nothing. Then again. Mine: Third option. I huffed. All that typing and that’s what he landed on?

“Anyway, I’m sure this will be the perfect opportunity for Hilary to do whatever she needs to snatch my brother up.” Then Olivia presented me with a medium sized box and her wide, excited grin. I opened the box and inside was a pretty blue mini cake with the words : I love My Best Friend. I wished that I felt as excited as Olivia did. “Thanks Liv, this is very sweet.” I said and she smiled in response. Then she looked at me weirdly. “That’s true, it’s spirit week day 1, colours day. Why are you wearing black?” “I…Um forgot.” I said truthfully.

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

He sighed. "How the hell am I going to tell Hannah about this? She's going to hate me. Fuvk! I knew I shouldn't have gone to that fuckin bar!" "You can't tell her, she's not going to understand." He said, his eyes pleading. "I have to, she's my best friend. I can't look her in the eyes everyday and lie to her, I won't be able to." I shook my head. "I know and I understand but I can't let her know about the stupid mistake I made."

I say earnestly and she shakes her head. "It's not that, it's just... no one has ever done that before." She says quietly, averting her gaze. I suck in a surprised breath and try to steele my features while a streak of possession goes through me. No one but me will ever know what she tastes like. "Well, I would love to blow your mind with my tongue. If you'll let me." I say, nuzzling my face into her neck as my hand runs up and down her side slowly. She looks up at me and nods, still looking a little nervous.

I could tell she was annoyed but I couldn't help feeling the bit of rush from knowing that I got under her skin. I smiled, cocking a perfectly arched eyebrow. "You're missing something." He rolls his eyes. "Oh how could I forget a large banana chocolate milkshake." I laughed and head to the bathroom. As soon as I was alone in the stall, the tears I had desperately tried to keep at bay rolls down. I sniffle sitting down on the closed toilet seat. I reach for the toilet paper beside me and used it to dab the moisture away from my eyes. Why was this so hard? Blake was my best friend, I shouldn't be jealous that he has a girlfriend.

He looked at me for a long time, the sadness in his face turning into a strange grin as he stepped forward and threw his large arms around my shoulders. "I can officially declare this year as the absolute worst year of my entire life," Marcus muttered, but I could tell he was still smiling. "Losing your girlfriend and your best friend within three months of each other, eh?" I joked. "Just pick my calls whenever I make them," he replied. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his broad back. We had lost the girls we loved, and now it seemed that we were losing each other. I held on to my best friend, knowing that tomorrow I would be driving away from him, possibly forever.