Crossing The Lines ( Sleeping With My Best Friends) Novels & Stories

He’s right. And that’s the problem. Gwen’s laugh carries over again—distant, happy. CK doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me again. Just watches me unravel. I’m trapped. In a corner. At a party. With my best friend’s crush. Who’s now my roommate. Who knows exactly how I sound when I come. And I still want him. Fuck.

I scrunched my eyes and got really close to the picture as I tried my hardest to stay inside the lines. I wanted it to be perfect, if I couldn't control everything else in my life I could at least control this. ''Do you wear glasses?'' I glanced over at my partner, his name was Jacob and he has been my table partner since the start of kindergarten. ''Then why are you so close to the paper? My mum says that's how you become cross-eyed,'' he said after I shook my head.

I roll her over so I can see her, wiping the tears from her face. "Why are you crying?" I ask her and her tortured eyes meet mine. "They left me. They left me there suffering alone to go to a party." She says and my heart nearly breaks in two for this sweet, kind, generous woman who picked the worst fucking friends. "They looked like strippers in their outfits." I say, trying to make her feel better. She lets out a mix of a sob and a laugh and I hold her until her tears dry and she falls into a troubled sleep.

Pushing the blanket, he looked at his side and scanned the whole room for the lady he banged last night. His brows furrowed and his face turned into a frown as he couldn't see any sign of her. All he saw was the red blood stains on the sheet, a mark of what went down last night. However, he felt refreshed and rejuvenated from f**g a virgin last night. He sighs as he looks at his wrist watch. It was seven thirty. He had been a deep sleeper that he didn't notice when she left his side. "Fanculo! (F**k!)"

“Sure about that? You look like–” “Shut it! We're late for prom!” I blurt out, glaring daggers at him. The atmosphere feels tight with tension, and every breath I take makes me feel like I'm suffocating despite being in such a big room. I bite hard on my lips, trying to ignore the pooling feeling of anxiety growing within me. Everything about my fantasy is so wrong. Xander's my best friend, and he even has a girlfriend–well, an almost girlfriend. We even made a promise to never see each other romantically, but since I discovered my addiction to erotic books, I've found myself blurring the lines between platonic and romantic friendship.

My breath is caught in my throat and my nails digging into his back. Is there a line we shouldn't cross? I really can't tell, because I'm sure we've crossed it all from the moment I clung to him, and the moment I peed on his cock. The lines and boundaries are no longer existent as the water feels like a secret now, warm and forbidden, hiding everything below the surface. His cock slides out from between my pussy lips and slide in again, pushing my lips apart and making its place there.

I cannot allow that to happen. He softly leaned in and claimed my lips for a second, going in for a kiss... I closed my eyes, savoring his scent but he suddenly stopped. “Am I not overstepping any boundaries?” “You’re crossing the friendship line,” I stated honestly. “I am. Would you allow me to?” he asked, “What should we do to this tension?” *** It was all too quick and fast that I was not prepared. I did not know myself that night. I sat by Rameo’s lap in his wheelchair as his hands were all over me. His hands do wonders as they rub on my privates, his mouth alternating to kissing my plump breasts and puffy lips. My cheeks were reddened from the heat and we were both panting.

I slammed my hand down on the desk and stood up so fast the chair scraped hard against the floor. Kellan stopped talking. "You're crossing the line, Kellan, and I won't let you," I warned. We stared at each other. For a second, I thought he might actually back down. Instead, he scoffed and shook his head. “I’m not crossing any line,” he said. “I’m your friend. I’m telling you the truth as your friend. Whatever you can’t control, you let go of it. The whole world is clearly against the two of you being together. The sooner you accept that, the better it’ll be for you.”

It feels so weird and embarrassing. "Answer me." As he slightly pinches my clit, I gasp and my hands grip his shoulders for support. Oh, fuck! Is this a dream? I never imagined this happening, not even in my wildest dreams. What the fuck is going on? I need to control myself. "Stop it." Listening to my words, his hand immediately stops. "Why?" He asks, his dark eyes glued on me. "We're crossing the line of our friendship, Sky," I explain, panting, and my body desperately wants the release.

Playful and relaxed, real best friends. You don’t cross a line with your best friend. Especially one who needed you to not be like every other guy in the world. Especially when you held her sobbing in your arms, when she let out all the sordid shit that her father ever did to her. But then, your best friend shouldn’t be giving you the undying need to slide up her dress and fuck her up against an elevator wall, and deny it all I want, I can’t keep my head from straying there over and over tonight.