Fucking My Best Friend Story Novels & Stories

"You are best friend. All you do is taken my birden and yet you can't share yours with me. Do you know how bad that makes me feel?" Suddenly she burst out crying. I was stroking her, allowing her to let it all out. I strictly understood what she was going through. We were dumped in this shitty affair where the men we loved all were assholrs. Liam was also my best friend, but right now, I felt like trampling him. "I'm going to make sure I burst his ears," I muttered and Anna busted out laughing. She grabbed the bottle. "Let's drink to being mischievous!" "Amen to that!" I took the bottle from her and took a gulp myself.

I burst out laughing. She grabbed my arm dramatically. “How did you meet him?!” I hesitated slightly, knowing exactly where this was going. “He’s… Silas’s best friend.” Ava froze. Her eyes widened slowly. Then she leaned back, dragging her hands down her face. “Girl…” I winced. “Don’t.” “Girl… so you spinning the block now??” Ben coughed loudly to hide a laugh. I groaned, covering my face. “It’s not like that.”

I mean it's literally the worst day of my life. I publicly embarrassed my best friend and I got a male mate as reward for bad behavior, so yeah I can't forget that day. "Yeah, that's the one."

He better pass the best friend check lol. *Me: See you soon! Meet at Debbie's Café? (*End of Flashback*) I was so happy to share the news with my best friend, but knowing what I do now I wished they never met. I haven’t been able to fully trust a guy since then. The moment I introduced them, my life was forever changed. I lost my best friend, and sometimes I miss her until I am reminded of her betrayal. (*The Meeting*) I am practically bouncing in excitement as Heka tries to bring me out of cloud 9.

Or maybe it’s the fact I haven’t had sex in a couple of months, due to the fact my best friend told me she loved me, my girlfriend is frigid, and my life has gone to shit ever since. I can’t screw the girlfriend, on the rare occasion she is willing, because my guilt at hurting my best friend has made it impossible to even think about doing it. I can’t screw the best friend, because she’s her, and my undying need to protect her overrides everything, even my ability to think beyond her being my best friend. I’m so fucked.

Mel or not, Sasha is my best friend, she has been there for me since we were in diapers. There was a time in second grade, when a female wolf stole my crayons, and I was crying. Sasha asked what happened, she went up to the girl, probably threatened her and got my crayons back. And another time in eighth grade, this guy called me a bitch because I wouldn't go out with him, and Sasha punched him dead in the nose, breaking it in the process. That's my girl right there, so mate or not, im not letting him hurt my best friend.

This wasn’t a mistake. This was everything we weren’t supposed to do. Roman was still watching me like I was the only thing tethering him to earth. Like he wanted to say something. But he didn’t. I close my eyes. And the only thought in my head is: I just fucked my best friend. And nothing would ever remain the same again…

“Because there is no fucking assurance that she would even want to see me! After all, MY BEST FRIEND fucked her best friend and she might think I am aware of that shit!” As if cat caught his tongue, Zeke pressed his lips together and exhaled.

I see people narrating their experiences but well for me, it was a little bit different or should I say awkward. It was with my guy best friend since 1st grade. His name is Charlie. My best friend Mary, and I have always been close with him. We’ve always trusted each other and told each other everything. We are so comfortable with each other that Charlie has witnessed me and Mary eating each other out. Charlie and I have never had sex because he knows I prefer women, but he and Mary have had sex before, which they knew I was well aware of.

Who in their right senses abandons a pregnant woman? The joy of finally finding her warred the guilt. This was Mirabel’s best friend. The girl she called her sister. The one who’d helped her through exams, late nights, everything. If Mirabel found out… if she knew we’d ever met and had that kind of an encounter, she’d be disappointed in me.