Sleeping With My Best Friend Novels & Stories

Can’t sleep. Jordan: Same. Miley: Let me guess. Scott kept you up playing video games again? Jordan: He tried. I wasn’t really in the mood tonight. Miley: You? Not in the mood to play games? Wow, the world’s ending. Jordan: Ha. Funny. Just been thinking a lot. About… stuff. Miley: What kind of stuff? Jordan: The kind I don’t usually talk about. But I kinda want to tonight. I sat up, pulling the blanket around me. His tone was different — softer, uncertain. It wasn’t the teasing Jordan everyone else saw.

All the nights we spent declaring our love, passionately, intimately. The way he held her so dearly hurt. I felt a knot build in my throat, my tears falling as I recorded them. I brought my hand to my mouth to muffle my cry. Kiley stirred, making me put my phone down quickly as I ducked down. She moaned in her sleep softly, making Calvin move. He brought his hand to her head, caressing her while still sleeping, and then hugged her tightly. Seeing them being so affectionate, even in their sleep felt heavier than a blunt to my chest. My heart ached, and I couldn't take it anymore.

“Into our own bedroom? Your son’s best friend, June? Have you lost your damn mind? You have no shame at all, you pathetic slut.” For a second my chest locked up, breath caught somewhere behind my ribs. Then my fingers opened on their own and the dress slid onto the chair beside me, landing in a soft heap. I shifted my weight, and the floorboard gave a low creak under me. “If I’m everything you say I am,” I said, the words pushing out steadier than I expected, “then what would you call a man who sleeps with his wife’s best friend at our twentieth anniversary vow renewal?”

He’s right. And that’s the problem. Gwen’s laugh carries over again—distant, happy. CK doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me again. Just watches me unravel. I’m trapped. In a corner. At a party. With my best friend’s crush. Who’s now my roommate. Who knows exactly how I sound when I come. And I still want him. Fuck.

She listed and gave me a blank expression. I took a deep. Maybe now I'm ready to share my problems with her. "I kept sleeping with Alexis' best friend even though we were dating,but i decided to stop and we did but her best friend turned out to be Ashton's girlfriend too. They both found out and both didn't want to talk to me afterwards. I'm bad for them,so I've decided to stay away" i explained while she stared blankly at me. "Wow. Why did you keep sleeping with her best friend? Didn't you really like your girlfriend-"

Just like I said, Elaine breathed out those words. "Fine," I withdrew, accepting defeat. "But we're not best friends every time we are in that room, right?" I pouted toward the door across from us. "... Because there is no way a man and woman, even if they're best friends, would sleep together on one mattress." "Shut up, Dylan," Elaine poked her face. "Better take a bath before you sleep in that room because I hate sleeping with my gay best friend, full of sweat." Later that night, Elaine and I found ourselves entirely naked, kissing each other's lips. caressing each other's skins, and whispering our soft moans.

Maybe it was just this—soft voices, shared fears, and a silent promise under the covers of my best friend's room. We fell asleep like that—our hands still lightly touching, the past finally starting to settle behind us. At least that's what I thought.

“No, I'm fine, just use my room. If you don't want to sleep with me it's ok.” But this time his best friend took the chance to speak and he did that so very fast that he could speak first before the woman do it. “Yeah it's ok. Me and my best friend will sleep together. I'm just playing safe who knows if she sleep with you you have a hidden motive. Maybe it's just your little white lies that you show your care for my best friend and then you have an intention to hurt him. Who knows tomorrow morning when we wake up he is at the hospital again?”

*Andrea* I didn't want the morning to come. I didn't think it would be here within the twinkle of an eye. My head was on top of Alejandro's chest. Maybe it's because it is the first time we lay in my room together. After all, it's different. It didn't feel like the regular night we always had. We have spent so much time together in the past, but this felt special. I listened to his heartbeat, which had suddenly became my favorite sound. Slowly, I raised my head. He was still asleep. My hair fell on his chest, and I brushed it to the back.

I demanded, and he just grinned. I don’t quite remember how having a few shots and dancing the night away with a good friend led to committing my biggest mistake of my life, but it did. The next morning, I woke up in a warm embrace under a strong arm. I turned in his hold and studied Josh’s sleeping face. I have known him for as long as I could remember, and he was the best friend anyone could ask for. What have we done? “Hi beautiful,” he murmured with a sleepy smile and pulled me closer. “You are already thinking so much early in the morning,” he growled into my skin.