Fucking My Best Friend Story Novels & Stories

The lake beyond the window was gray, and rain ran down the glass in thin lines. Sophia twisted her napkin. "I keep thinking about every time you cried over him and I told you to move on. I didn't know I was sleeping beside the answer." "You didn't know," I said. "I should have." Her voice broke. "You were my best friend. I should have asked more. I should have asked his name, his face, anything. I thought I was protecting you by not pushing. Maybe I just didn't want your grief to touch my happiness."

“You’re important to me. You know that, right? You mean more. I’m sorry I did that. I just couldn’t...” “It’s okay,” Ethan said quietly. “Sorry,” she said again, squeezing his hand. “But what did you want to tell me?” she asked. “It’s strange for you to call me here.” Ethan nodded slowly. “I wanted to tell you" Lily was silent. “I felt guilty liking your best friend. She was more like a younger sister to us. But no matter how I tried to forget her, I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t hide it forever. So I wanted to tell you, Lily.”

And with that, he walked off. Alessia glared at his retreating figure. I cleared my throat. “Things seem tense. Brielle was right—you two need to get each other out of your systems,” I lowered my gaze. “Which you shouldn’t.” A casual relationship was a ticking time bomb from the start. I knew that better than anyone. I slept with my best friend’s brother to get it out of our systems. I fell in love. I got dumped. I lost my best friend of three years.

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

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to—I just—I can’t—I can’t do this—” She hesitated. Then slowly sat next to me. “Okay. Hey. Chill. Just… breathe.” I tried. Didn’t work. “I’m not mad,” she said, softer this time. “Just confused. What’s going on with you?” I wiped my face, sniffled hard. “He chose someone else.” She blinked. “Ah. There it is.” “My best friend,” I said, voice cracking. “He was my best fucking friend . And I—I loved him. God, I loved him so much. And I thought maybe one day… I thought maybe I had a chance. But he…”

Only a piece shit would think about fucking, no not just fucking, punishing his best friend until she submitted, then break his other best friend's nose. If they were the only two people I cared about in this world, then I guess I never really cared about anyone.

Not the side gate but the front. Because I was tired of sneaking like I was the one who should be ashamed. Damien literally fucked my best friend and brought into our home to replace me so I can go to another man too. When the room got light, I got up. I washed my face. I put on jeans and a simple top. I packed my hair, nothing extra. I didn’t want to look like I dressed for him. I also didn’t want to look like I was a maid that was being thrown out.

"Ohhh, so you got another hot dude you're fucking and you never told me? Who is he? Is he sexy? Does he have a huge dick? How many inches was it?" I pressed my lips together in frustration. How the hell was I supposed to tell my best friend I was fucking my stepdad???? "I just met him in a club and we decided to be fuck mates." "Okay, whatever! But you will come for this party next week Thursday." "What the fuck! Thursday is Mr Benjamin's test in case you've forgotten miss, so I'm not going. As you can see I have to study." "You worry too much babe, as I said, you would come, and again Mr Benjamin is under my little finger. He won't fail us even though we miss his test."

I always did, with a smile on my face. He trusted me with everything….everything except his heart. “fuck” i whispered, voice hoarse as my body numbed from the pleasure coarsing through my vein. My chest tightened. I shouldn't have this kind of feeling for my best friend. I knew, I tried. I stayed away for days to stop my heart from beating erratically when I set my eyes on him but it didn't work. He was my fucking mate, I knew when I set my eyes on him. I tried to avoid him back at high school but it only got worse. All he needed to do was get a girlfriend and it was enough to drive me insane.

Mia The day after I told Ava the truth, I couldn't get out of bed. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment over and over. Her face when I said the words. The way her voice cracked when she said, "You're my best friend." The sound of her footsteps as she walked away from me in the hallway. I'd imagined this moment a hundred times. In my worst nightmares, she screamed at me, threw things, told me she wished I was dead. In my more hopeful fantasies, she cried, and I cried, and somehow, impossibly, she forgave me.