Did With My Best Friend Novels & Stories

Matthew was Scott's best friend. He had been Scott's best friend for years before I ever had a real conversation with him, and Scott was my brother, and this was Scott's wedding weekend, and there were going to be family members and old friends arriving at this resort today, people who had known all of us for years, and somewhere among all of that I was going to have to stand in the same room as Matthew and behave as though last night had not happened.

Then: “Want me to try? I could threaten her with old dance recital footage.” I smile, but it’s thin. “I just want to know she’s okay. That she’s out there, being her sarcastic, stubborn self.” “She’s strong, Rubes. Probably off punching a tree or yelling at someone who deserves it.” I laugh softly. “I miss her. She’s my best friend. My ride-or-die. We made blood pacts at twelve and swore to haunt each other if one of us died first.” “That sounds disturbingly on-brand for both of you” Micah grins.

"Nice to meet you," Collen quickly took my hands and shook them. My hands fell limp to my side. "Is everything okay?" Hannah asked, her green eyes searching mine. "Yeah, just that um, I was about to go to bed when you came," I lied through my teeth. My heart was beating not just within my chest but I could hear it in head. This was the first time I had lied to my best friend in all our twelve years of being friends. "Oh, I was hoping you could stay up with us to watch a movie."

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?"

"And then we're going shopping. And then we're going to pretend Vincent doesn't exist." "I can't just pretend he doesn't exist." "You can try." She shoved me into her car. "I'm your best friend. It's my job to make you forget your problems." I didn't argue. We went to a café downtown. Quiet. Cozy. The kind of place where nobody knew my name. Sloane ordered for both of us. Two lattes. Two pastries. She knew what I liked without asking. "Okay," she said. "Talk to me. How are you really doing?"

I nodded at my best friend who took a deep breath. “I give you my word that I would do my best to have her at your feet, giving you the answers that you need”

Best friends who’d added incredible sex to the mix and somehow made it work. No drama, no jealousy, just trust and communication and really fucking good orgasms. “Best friends share everything,” I said, echoing that first night. “Damn right we do,” Douglas agreed, pulling me close. I snuggled into his chest. Cause best friends cuddled too.

I had the best sex of my life with my best friend and my boyfriend. And I would do it again.

What has Liam done to my best friends? . . ..*