How To Kiss Your Best Friend Novels & Stories

Keyne finished. Felan walked up and gave him a big kiss before saying. “I love it and you are my best friend as well.” Holding up her pinky, Keyne held his up and wrapped it around hers. They brought their hands up to their lips whispered “By the light of the full moon, I swear this secret to no one but my best friend.” They blew into their fists as if they were sealing the secret in with a kiss and letting it go.

“I want to kiss you. You know, just in case the girls make us…do shit. I think we should kiss at least once so we don’t look bad or whatever.” “What like now?” he asked. “You want to kiss me now?” “No when we’re naked in the shower,” I said mockingly. “Yes now.” “Oh.” He just stood there, which made me roll my eyes. “Oh come on,” I said, walking closer toward him. I was a little offended that he wasn’t jumping at the idea. “It’s not like I’m an ugly dude or anything…. If you have to kiss a guy, aren’t I a decent choice? I’m your best friend. I’m not hideous. I even brushed my teeth today.”

I had tried to explain that everyone kissed differently and that there was no technique as such, but Gemmy was persistent and begged me to help her out. “You’re my best friend!” she whined. Kissing her blew my mind. I’d kissed guys before but generally felt very unusual doing so. But kissing Gemmy made my breasts throb, my pussy moisten. We "practiced" every night for five nights in her room. Then, on the sixth night, I felt my hand scoot up her waist and cup her breast. I frantically but unsuccessfully tried to control my fumbling fingers. I expected her to be upset, but she moaned gently instead. Then—without warning—she copied me, taking her own soft fingers to my cotton-clad tits.

"We will no longer pretend." Her smile was genuine, radiant, and shaky. I continued, "And we stop acting like we don't want each other." She gave me another slow, confident kiss. “Best friends shouldn’t know how they taste,” she muttered against my lips. “But I’m glad we do.” "I am, too." Naked, warm, and panting, our hearts pounded in unison as we snuggled up on the couch. No longer buddies. More than that.

"Because we're a big family now. Are you coming or not? I'm going to play a song too." "Are you trying to flex your new friend?" I poked her cheek while asking, "Are you jealous?" She turned her face away from me. I sit in her chair making her squeeze and hug her saying, "No matter how many people I become friends with, you'll remain as my only one." And kissed on her cheek. "What are you doing? Why did you kiss me?" "Can't I kiss you? Can't I kiss my friend?" She broke into laughter and said, "ok, okay. Go to your place. It's ticklish."

Looks like we've got a hypocrite here. Mind the way you talk to me, silly. I placed my hand on his upper arm to let him know that I feel for him and I'm here to support him…as a friend of course. Yh, right. As a friend. I wonder if friends kiss themselves. I'm talking of French kiss on the sidewalk. It was just a spur of the moment, we were just emotional.

We kissed sweetly, our lips moving in perfect sync as we lost ourselves in the moment. As we kissed, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to be with Amber like this. She was my girlfriend, my partner, and my best friend, and I knew that I would do anything to make her happy. I deepened the kiss, feeling Amber's arms tighten around my neck as she pulled me closer.

Even though my best friend had just walked out of my life in tears, William the guy every girl wanted, the one with the ridiculous abs and the surprisingly incredible kissing skills was standing here saying he liked me. “I hope you understand,” he added softly, “that not wanting something serious doesn’t mean I don’t want this.” I opened my mouth to say this was crazy, that Ella would kill me, that my heart couldn’t handle any more but he didn’t let me finish. William cupped my face with both hands and kissed me hard, like he was trying to convince me to say yes. He pressed me fully against the lockers, one thick thigh sliding between my legs as his mouth devoured mine. His tongue swept in,

Parties are a waste of time. Me: I agree. A big waste of time with horny teenagers and loud music. Sadly, I will be going :( because my best friend will be there and I can’t break her heart, she will skin me alive. I have my costume, don’t ask, I’m not telling. Thanks for the advice but why did you kiss someone you don’t like? I can’t do that. I want my first kiss to be special. I want to have my first kiss with my husband. Is that cheesy? I know it is ;) but don’t you dare laugh at me. It’s crazy that we are in the same school. Do you ever think of that?

I have the guts that there is something else than being friends with her. I look away and remain silent. I heard his tongue click. Are they friends with benefits? Why are they so close? Can your best friend casually kiss you on your cheeks without any other meaning but a best friend kiss only? Why am I so doubted when it comes to the word best friend? Is it because she's a woman? "Okay! Fine! Something..." he let out a deep sigh before I look at him with drawn eyebrows. I saw him looking down at the floor with his hands on his waist, he raises his head.