Romans & histoires Never Kiss Your Best Friend

His arms are wrapped around her waist. A pinch of jealousy resurfaced through me and I scoffed. I shouldn't scoff, not over something like this. "I'm fine. We don't need one, Kil, but the kind gesture is appreciated." Kil? That's new. "Call me when you get to your dorm." Killian said. I looked away. The last thing I want is to watch my best friend smooch a stranger I slept with. Why is my life so unfair? I took a deep breath in and sighed. It's not. I'm just hung up over his good dick. That made me sneer.

And with that, he walked off. Alessia glared at his retreating figure. I cleared my throat. “Things seem tense. Brielle was right—you two need to get each other out of your systems,” I lowered my gaze. “Which you shouldn’t.” A casual relationship was a ticking time bomb from the start. I knew that better than anyone. I slept with my best friend’s brother to get it out of our systems. I fell in love. I got dumped. I lost my best friend of three years.

He says and I try to rein them in. "I'm not crying over him. I'm crying over the fact that one of my best friends went behind my back, fucked my boyfriend and neither one of them said anything. That was weeks ago, Quinn!" I cry and he shooshes me gently, running his fingers through my hair as I calm down. "You deserve better, sweetheart. A better man and better friends." He says and his words soothe my shattered heart. I hold him tighter thinking maybe, just maybe I've found both in the same person.

Even though her friend was heavy she was able to carry him towards the elevator, and when they reached the young man’s condo she helped him to enter. “I love her . . . but I love you more . . . .” Kara rolled her eyes. This is not the first time that her best friend has gone insane. Every time he's drunk, he always says that same line; that he loves her so so so much, again and again. But Kara knows better… Everything he says is all empty. But the thing that she never expected is the fact that her best friend suddenly kissed her that night.

It was better to lose a friend than to hate him for the rest of my life. “What? I don’t think there is anything wrong with me kissing you, Lauren. Why are you reacting this way? It’s not a big deal; come on, baby.” He took a step toward me while I took two steps away from him. “Are you hearing what you are saying? Are your words reaching your ears? Of course, it’s a big deal. We are friends, and friends don’t do stuff like this. Kissing, touching, or getting intimate isn’t on the plate for friends.”

I wanted to tangle my fingers in it, pull her head back, kiss her neck while grinding against her ass. She looked up, saw me. Waved me over. I crossed the road, sat next to her. "Hey." "Hey." She blushed, avoiding my eyes. "About the kiss..." My pussy clenched at the word. "Yeah?" "It was... nice. But confusing. I mean, Jake just dumped me. And you're my best friend." Friend. That word stung. I wanted to be her lover, her owner. To tie her wrists and tease her nipples with ice, watch her squirm. "It doesn't have to be confusing. I like you, Rose. More than friends."

His lips brushed mine again, and my resolve cracked a little. I need to push him harder. I shouldn’t give in. I don’t know this dude. Why should I kiss a total stranger? His hungry lips crushed down onto mine, firmly capturing my lips in an extremely devouring and passionate manner. A moan escaped my lips. Shit. And that’s how my resolve went down the drain.

For almost an hour and I did not want to stop, even if I would have to eventually say bye and get ready for school. ME : I miss you too Baby 😭 ME : I miss kissing you. ME : I miss you kissing me. ME : I miss you touching me 🙈 BESTIE : Ohhhh i miss that so much too. BESTIE : I miss my hands touching and caressing your soft skin, every curve, every inch. BESTIE: I miss the way you feel under my fingertips. Like silk. Like heaven. BESTIE: I miss the sounds you make when I touch you in just the right spot.

Hell, it wasn’t like I couldn’t, rather, I didn’t stop them because she is my sister’s best friend. Obsessing over a girl who is just as petite and little as my sister seemed all the way wrong. I had no idea what came over me, but I let it control me into kissing Kaida in the restroom of the restaurant she works at, while my date—scratch that, the woman my dad forced me to go on dates with, was waiting for me. I couldn’t control my demons this time. They were out to ravish and feed on her and I did exactly that, but what did I get in return?

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.