Making Out With A Friend Novels & Stories

his one friend said while smoking. "Are you falling in love with your woman dude,?" his friend asked while patting his shoulder. "It's just a enticements desires," he withheld but he smirk. "Tsk, are you sure man, that's not what I have seen," he said. "I'm not maybe you," he said. "Unfortunately I fall in love with her and we're getting married!," his friend said while shouting and dancing on the floor. "What the fuck moron,!" he exclaimed. "I'm just kidding this place was about to collapse because of your sadness and was deafening," he said sit Back beside him.

I stared at my phone as it kept buzzing due to the thousands of notifications pouring in trying to make sense of what I kept seeing. "I always knew she wasn't meant for Callum." A lady had said with an emoji that was throwing up. My hands trembled as I replayed the video. It was a private video Callum and I had made and he promised me he'd never post it. "She's ugly and I always wondered why Callum had stuck to a low class bitch like her." "Lmaooo she really thought she was the one." I sat up in bed and read every single one because apparently I was a masochist. The video was from two years ago — me, at a house party, drunk and dancing badly. He'd made me give him a strip tease.

That equality of strength, along with an innate desire to help others, to protect the weak, is what has forged our unbreakable friendship. “Rock, paper, scissors?” I ask, teasing. She and I do share a type. I like dark and dangerous, and she likes dark and broody. I watch as she splits the image into two. “How about twins instead?” she asks. “Who are they?” my father asks. I turn and see him standing in the doorway of my bedroom. “Our fake mates,” I say, smiling at him. “Now you and Rich can cancel this stupid party.”

he teased, his laughter echoing through the park. I glared at him, my own mischievous plan forming in my mind. Light bulb moment. In one swift motion, I lifted my ice cream and smeared a dollop across his cheek. He froze, blinking in surprise. “Hahahahaha!” I laughed so hard, clutching my stomach. His face—so stunned, so childlike—was priceless. “That’s what you wanted, huh?” he asked, his lips twitching with amusement. Then, in one smooth movement, he cupped my face… and smeared ice cream all over mine.

"Do friends lie down on the same bed as each other? Do friends kiss every now and then?" I turned to him with wide eyes. "Kiss? Who told you that we were kissing?" I whisper-shouted. "Hey, I caught you making out one time, remember?" A blush appeared on my cheeks. "That was one time," I muttered under my breath. "See?" he chuckled. "Still, friends don't make out with each other." "Ah, whatever," I brushed him off. "Stop teasing me, you bastard." He raised his hands up. "Woah, Woah. What's gotten you so defensive?"

"Men will cheat and then claim they were simply spending time with a friend or have a female best friend. It's all a lie, girl. He is cheating on you." Ariana's gaze remained fixed on Susan, her eyes searching for truth amidst the sea of deception. Each word from Susan seemed to strike a chord within her, resonating with her own experiences and insecurities. "But Mateo said it was just a friend," Ariana whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief and apprehension.

He consoled me and made me laugh by telling me about the pranks he pulled on his childhood friends, Beta Felix being one of them. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, it felt so natural between us and easy and right and our being together was just a perfect click. It felt right and natural to also be with him like this. Maybe because we were mates but we haven't mated yet if we should, the possibility of our bond being tighter is there, I smiled to myself.

I pass through people making out on our hallway and on the stairs and I just ignored them. I don’t even know who these people are. They are mostly Trixie’s friends. I have my two bestfriends somewhere in the house though. We’ve been best friends since primary school and they are the two people I trusted the most aside from my family. But of course they have their boyfriends with them so I’m sure they are probably making out with them too. I went straight to where the medicine kit is, not minding the loud music and the drunk people around me. It’s almost midnight so it’s understandable that everyone partying here is practically drunk already.

Then I laughed and told her to go fuck herself and then she bluntly said, "you mean like you fucked Amora?" I had just opened my fridge, I froze at her words and said, "pshhhh the fuck you talking about dude? I didn't fuck Amora...we..we just slept.." My friend said, "RIGHT sure I believe you...dude you my best friend...I know there's more to what you telling me so out with it.."

I was talking to this mystery girl's friends. "We'd need to have a careful conversation beforehand. I wouldn't want to mess up the relationship with making that fantasy a reality. But if she really wanted it, and the friend also wanted it, it would be a lot of fun. I'm a guy, after all. And before you ask, yes, I might let her fuck one of my friends, or get her into a gang bang if she fantasized about that. Again, it would depend on how our relationship developed. If we both understood what we were doing, and we did it for each other, I could go for it."