Sleeping With My Best Friend Novels & Stories

he starts, but I cut him off. “Yes, we are! Friends with benefits don’t sleep together every single night. They don’t cuddle watching movies or randomly kiss just because they can. They don’t do all the sweet, affectionate things we’ve been doing!” My voice rises, my hands moving wildly as frustration overtakes me.

The next thing I knew, I woke up that morning with him, in my bed, fucking naked. ​At first, it was weird. We didn't talk for a week. It was awkward as fuck. I just fucked my best friend. And that's where all our shit started. I don't know how many times it happened again. Damn, it was countless. We're both fucking each other. ​We both tried to stop it and turn to others, but we still ended up in each other's bed. ​I stopped contemplating when the helicopter that would take us suddenly arrived. I thought Jaydee was going to pilot us home.

I sigh and drop my backpack on the floor before walking to the bed, barely big enough for Nico, but I have no other option tonight, so I push his body aside to give myself some room, then I pry the covers off him, accidentally waking him up. "Ugh. I hope this is a one night stand only," my best friend grumbles, annoyed at my presence, "Good night… we can talk about it tomorrow." "Yeah. Thanks for this," I murmur, sighing in complete misery. Again. When will it end? I’m starting to completely lose hope. Ugh. Shut up. Shut up, Brain, just shut the fuck up. Nothing happened, that was just a bad fever dream. Sky would never act like that, she would never…

My chest aches when I think about not sleeping in Six’s bed. Last night was the first time I had ever really slept with anyone else besides my dead friends and it had been wonderful. His soothing warmth had lulled me right to sleep, his strong lethal arms had made me feel safe and protected from my nightmares, and comforting words had brought such warmth to my heart.

Best friends who’d added incredible sex to the mix and somehow made it work. No drama, no jealousy, just trust and communication and really fucking good orgasms. “Best friends share everything,” I said, echoing that first night. “Damn right we do,” Douglas agreed, pulling me close. I snuggled into his chest. Cause best friends cuddled too.

Warm, soft flesh against my back, filled in by my memory as a familiar pair of full breasts. My friend Kat and I had been sleeping together for a couple of weeks. We weren't a couple, by any means. We met in high school, and from time to time over the years, when neither of us had anyone and we got lonely enough, we'd end up together for a while. It was safe and comfortable – we trusted each other too much to hurt each other over it – and the sex between us was always fantastic, since we both knew what we liked and were comfortable enough with each other to just enjoy it.

Sleeping with my best friend was something that shouldn’t have happened. We made a promise to each other when we were young, but it was long forgotten, at least by him but not by me. I didn’t forget that he was my prince charming. He dated girls, which I didn’t mind because I was still underage. We slept in the same bed until this date, but we have never crossed the line. The problem started when his fiancée failed to appear for their wedding, and I had to play the role of his bride for the day just to save his face. That was the date when everything changed. We had the steamiest night, and he told me it shouldn’t have happened because he was dating my best fr

Every second looking at that unsuspecting innocent face made me want to scream out in confession, I don't know how long I could keep this to myself. I WAS IN BED WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!! “Yeah, I… I understand. All good.” I rambled. “Wow. Didn't expect it to be that easy, are you alright? You are acting really strange.” He said. I forced a smile. “Yeah I am fine, just… rough night.” Rough night, really? What is wrong with me? “Okay then, I will see you at breakfast and after that we can discuss how I would make it up to you this time, unfailingly.” He smiled and turned to the door.

Let them say it. I am sleeping with my best friend's son. I started it deliberately, with full knowledge, without apology. Because the woman I used to call my best friend has been sleeping with my husband since before he became my husband. And the man I call my husband has spent six years using my money, my career, my reputation, and my silence as raw material for a life I was never supposed to survive with anything left. So yes. I am a sinner. But I did not arrive here by accident.

Spending last night at home with my best friend, eating snacks and watching movies, was exactly what the doctor ordered. Last night was the first time in a long time I've truly felt at peace. I even slept through the night. I can't recall the last time I had an unbroken sleep.