My Best Friend Better Than Yours Romane & Geschichten

With that, I looped my arm around Gerald's waist and Trevor halted his steps instantly. Surprise flared in Gerald's eyes as I placed my legs between his thighs and leaned against him, silently willing him to go out for a long pass. "Now that it has gotten to this point, I don't have to hide the fact that I'm also sleeping with my best friend. Now, let's get the rejection over and done with!" Claudia let out a peal of unhinged laughter. "You're sleeping with your janitor best friend? How low can you stoop, Beth?"

"And you can't choose whom I choose to love just because you're my brother." Vincent sucked in a huge breath. "I've been betrayed before, Morty! Do you know how hard that broke me? And for what reason? Because I was too good! Too good, Morty! There's no such thing as love-especially not from a fûck-ass guy like Klaus!" If there had been a wall beside him, Vincent would have punched it. "He's your best friend!" Morticia shouted. "That's the point! He was my best friend. My fucking brother, the one I trusted. He crossed the line. You both did!"

Her elbows slammed on the table and her palms came together in plea, "Come on… come on, Kat, you are like, my only friend. I mean, the internet now call us besties, in fact. Would you really sleep well at night knowing that your best friend is crowded with different old men and women and fighting for her life at the party as a result?" I shrugged, "I would be happy to know that my best friend is learning a few lessons about keeping sugar daddies." She groaned, throwing her head back briefly. "This again? Could you stop being little miss Judge Judy for a second, friend? I told you; the older men is truly where the sugar is at, in terms of money, obvi. I still want the younger men, though. For

“You’re my friend, my best buddy.” He squints up at me. “Exactly. We know each other’s faults and weaknesses. I know you hate avocado and that you mash bananas on your peanut butter toast. We’re perfectly suited. Everyone says we make the handsomest couple in town. We’re both high achievers and good sportsmen. They all think we’re going to end up together. Why shouldn’t we?” “There’s no spark,” I say, raising my palms and lifting my shoulders. “Sparks are overrated. I think friendship is much more important.”

She complimented, tracing them with her fingers. He smiled, “You’re acting weird.” He said. She giggled. “Whoever you marry is so blessed, you’re a really good friend, King.” “Okay, what?” he laughed. “You’re really good to me and I really appreciate it. I wouldn’t trade you for any other person. I don’t think I would even be able to leave you to your wife when the time comes.” “I always knew it” he teased, looking very pleased, “Possessive best friend alert.”

I asked warily. "I need some personal information of your best friend, what's her name? Claire, right?" "Claire? What information about her do you need?" I asked, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. "Her likes, dislikes, favourites and blah blah blah," He said as if the topic was really boring to him. "What do you think I am? Her DUFF?" "Well no, considering both of you are not popular." I glared at him. "And you're not ugly, or fat," He quickly added.

I'm no better than Will doing this to her, and yet, I can't help it. “And you’re not just being nice right now, Jaden.” My lips graze her ear. “Because if you were really mad at me, you wouldn’t have come in here with those tight pants on. You would have stayed in your room for the rest of the night where you should be. Let’s not start something we can’t finish. It would be a shame to lose my best friend because I want his little sister underneath me, and we both know, that can't happen,” I whisper.

Lee tease me and laugh. I smile to her. "You know if you are someone else, I will beat a shit out of you but you are my best friend and yes she is beautiful but HER BEAUTY IS ONLY FOR MINE"

"So you're not going to answer me? After everything you said about her: 'Oh she's just a friend', 'We've known each other since preschool', 'There's nothing between me and her' and 'She's not my type', that was a pile of bullshit because you're dating her now!" "Well, unlike you, she understands me and listens to my every word. I don't have to worry because I know where I stand with her." He stood up and walked slowly towards me. "Don't you dare fucking get closer to me," I warned. My heart had already gone out the window, and I was beginning to hate him. "Zen, I did say that we can be friends. It's much better that way for you and I." "Yeah. The last time you said that, you pinned me agains

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.”