Kissing My Best Friend Novels & Stories

"You can call me Jun." My best friend was mad at me. My sister left me. And my ex-boyfriend broke my heart when I found him in bed with another girl. I wanted someone I could hold on to, even for a short moment, and Jun was definitely going to be that person, even if we were both drunk-- me being the one more wasted. The kissing resumed and clothes were removed, but the darkness of the room hid our secrets.

Never in my life did I think I would have to kiss my best friend. Cillian moved closer. I hesitated a little, but there was no way to escape. Rowan was watching us. In an instant, Cillian captured my lips, kissing me slowly and passionately. I found myself melting into him, returning the kiss. And this is my first time kissing my best friend.

I say to her and stare her in the eyes since this was closer to the truth than my earlier story I visibly see her relax and sigh "I'm sorry, it's just that I thought you were blowing me off to go hang out with your new best friend" she says looking down at her intertwined hands "What new best friend?" I ask confused "Emma" she says sighing "I would never leave you for Emma, especially if I already planned a sleepover with you" I say smiling as she looks me in the eyes then hugs me She pulls back with a suspicious look in her eyes then smells me again

Our kisses were torrid, desperate, like we were trying to erase something—or someone—from our minds. My hands gripping her hips as I ground against her. Her moans were loud, unapologetic, and they fueled the fire burning in my chest. But beneath the surface of my desire, there was something darker, something I couldn’t shake. The image of Damien, my best friend, fucking some stranger in his car flashed in my mind. I’d seen it all—the way Damien’s hands had gripped the stranger’s waist, the way his head had thrown back in pleasure. He was supposed to be waiting for me at the supermarket, but instead, he’d chosen someone else. The betrayal stung, deep and raw, but I pushed it down. I wouldn’t

I dropped my hands from his face and pouted, “I notice you - a lot. And it doesn't help that we are roommates. You know what would have been very cool?” “No I don't. But I'm sure you will fill me in.” I smiled, “if you weren't gay, it would have been so perfect to kiss you right now. Because I really want to, I've always wanted to - for weeks now. Not just kiss you, tonight would have been perfect to have a hot sex with my best friend and just forget about it tomorrow. I'm single after all.” Jax said nothing and when I looked up he was staring at me with that unreadable expression again.

I don’t recall any of the servants kissing each other and most of them were friends. She gave me a thoughtful smile. “You haven’t been kissed before… Have you?” I shook my head, feeling myself blush. “Well… Bart is my best friend. And my amazing lover- So, yes, for some friends, kissing is normal. It’s a sign of affection or respect. It just depends on the context.” A sweet smile touched her lips. “Your first kiss should be special. So, if you aren’t comfortable, then don’t waste it. You only get one first kiss and it’s the one you remember for your whole life.” I nodded silently and continued to eat. “Have you caught him staring at you?”

things on me. I was about to scream and run when my friend grabbed my face and began kissing me. He also whispered calming statements. A mouth engulfed my ...self and it didn't take long before I was harder than a diamond. My friend and I have been besties for over fifteen years but we never did much together sexually. I'd secretly wanted to for years but I never thought I was close enough to the type of guy he likes.

To be honest, it was embarrassing, therefore I didn’t want anyone to find out about the kiss. “You two kissed?!” my best friend exclaimed, getting to her feet. She could be boisterous at times. I wouldn’t be shocked if the whole pack started listening in at this point. Gosh, please just kill me.

Oh God, this was Dylan, but this wasn’t the first time we’d done things like this. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, pulling his fingers out of my mouth. And completely out of my mind, I nodded my head as my lips parted wider—not out of permission but desperation—I take it.

We both laughed hard and fell onto the couch, still giggling. “Thank you Scarlett, you are really the best out of the best friends ever.” “That’s not the type of confessions I like,” she said, grinning. “I like the one when my throat is gripped and I’m pushed hard against the wall, lips crashed on mine, hands travelling to my pussy, then it’s said roughly as you break the kiss, mouth travelling to my neck. Ohhh—” She paused, looking confused. “That’s the ‘you’re the best out of the best girlfriend’ confession. Yours is best friend. Ok ok, it’s accepted.”