Making Out With A Friend Novels & Stories

"That was Kristoffer Holden who was just in here now!" The voice of Tara blasted in the space, those gaping eyes of hers to be found watching every movement of mine. "You're smashing your boss!" I watched the glee cross the face of my friend, with eyes widened at me, that figure of hers drew nearer at each utterance she gave. "We're not smashing, T" I drawled, moving to and fro the room. "Perhaps, I'm misunderstanding it all, cause I just saw you making out with him right on our couch"

I bite my lip and try to think of the perfect mate. "She is special if she puts up with you". Brian laughs and Liam joins him. My best friends are so immature. Smiling in satisfaction I lay my head back and think of my mate.

She burst tearfully, "Jason, you have to side with me! Your baby is in my womb!" Jason's expression shifted, but in the end, he just faked a cough. He turned and looked at all of his friends, slightly vexed. "What do you want to do? We've been friends for so long. That was unreasonable." One of his friends immediately reacted. "Yes, of course. Don't worry, Jason. We're just joking!" "That's right!" Everyone tried to downplay the situation. "Don't worry about it, we're just having some fun with her."

He quickly forced out a laugh, trying to cover up his awkwardness. Sophia, on the other hand, had been feeling a growing warmth when they first connected, her mind still battling between the idea of Robert as just a friend and...something else. But the moment he laughed—that friendly, stupid-ass laugh—it shattered whatever romantic bullshit had been brewing inside her. Snap out of it, he’s just a friend, she told herself, trying to ignore how flustered she’d been just a second ago.

“Is one of ’em your boyfriend?” That familiar pain pierces my chest—the pain of knowing that all three of them should be my mates, but aren’t. I keep my carefree expression painted in place and say, “Oh no, just friends. We’re traveling together. Looking to meet up with our other friend at that tree I mentioned.” The guy laughs again, and he gets friendlier with his hand, letting his palm rest on my shoulder as he leans in to speak. “Baby, that tree isn’t real. Someone’s pulling your leg.”

With Miall? “In what world did you see this happening?” “On your planet, most friends hug when they meet and leave, don’t they?” How often does he go there to have observed all of this? I laughed softly as I knelt on the bed. I shouldn't be rude to his considerate offer. What if we'd be back to fighting tomorrow? “I wouldn’t know; the only thing I did with my friend was drink,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around my waist. “But this feels nice,”

“Wait, our relationship is secret and no one knows about it, so where is this coming from?” “Well, I made a joke in class. I told them about a friend who was dating a man old enough to be her father. I just wanted to know what they thought about it. So many of them rained insults on my imaginary friend and called her all sorts of names. I felt like they were all referring to me,” I fabricated a story, and Tyler frowned.

He simply replied, picking up the pencil to do the next step. "But we have been talking since two weeks." I pointed out. "So?" "So it's only natural that we are friends. And we should really do the friendly stuff." "And what exactly is friendly stuff?" "Uh you know talking and giving food and being nice and not letting the friend get bored." I answered lamely. He smirked in amusement, "So you're bored." I nodded unwillingly. "I can think of a few entertaining things." He winked, making his indecent intentions clearly known.

But I really don't mind if it's only me not someone else. "What were you doing beside me?" I ask in a nervous tone but still try to maintain my poker face. "Sleeping, what else? Duh? Dude, we've been friends for ages and we've often slept beside each other, so what's the deal?" Ash said with huge pout in his face. 'Yes Ash we are best-friend but we are also mates and me and you we both can feel this but still we never talk about this'. I really try hard not to scream this on his face.

My best friend, Angela and I had spent the entire afternoon taking shots after shots of ourselves. Clothed, nude, faking a kiss or a half-moan here and there, letting our mouths drop halfway open. Letting our eyes close midway, sultry and sexy as could be. "For fucks sake, Amara. Damn! You’re hot as fuck,” my best friend, Angela, said. She was sitting on my bed, next to me, staring wide-eyed at my phone.