Slept With My Best Friend Novels & Stories

“Sorry—just a sec.” He swiped to answer. “Nathaniel!” Maya’s eyes widened. Nathaniel. She hadn’t heard that name in years. Ethan’s childhood best friend. The boy who was always glued to Ethan’s side during summers, dragging him into endless soccer matches and wild lake swims. She took a careful step back, grabbing the chance to slip away. “Yeah, I just got in,” she heard Ethan say behind her as she slipped into her room. “What? You’re coming down too? That’s awesome!”

While she was in her room, trying to gather a few things, she will run away with, she allows her mind to remember how she had felt when she realized that she had an amazing night with her best friend. Travelling to the world of the past. As she stirred awake, the haze of sleep slowly lifting, she found herself tangled in sheets alongside her best friend, not like it is the first time they were sharing sheets or sleeping together, but the difference was clear, she was naked, and so was he, and that was when reality hit her like a freight train as memories flooded back, painful images of their shattered hearts witnessing their beloveds, entwined together, leading to this shared moment in their

or the most dangerous addiction I've ever had. I want her the way a drowning man wants air—desperate, selfish, willing to claw through anything that stands in the way. Last night made it clear. Letting her go isn't an option. So I give in. I press my face into her hair and breathe. My hand cups her hip and slides lower, my thumb grazing the smooth skin where her shirt's ridden up. The little moan she makes in her sleep nearly undoes me. For a beat, the ghosts fall into the corner of my head and I let myself pretend they're gone.

< Rose > Zion’s room came into full view as I opened my eyes. I rolled slightly away from him, trying not to wake him up. I let out a small gasp of air. It had been real. I had slept with my best friend’s ex boyfriend. Shit. my eyes travelled along the ceiling. There was a large, incomplete painting of a naked woman and her lover. I looked around for my clothes. I remembered we had pulled our tops in the sitting room. I was wearing a denim jean skirt when he carried me into the room.

He smiled at me, not a sweet smile, a hungry smile that told me I wasn’t getting much sleep tonight. “I think my best friend misplaced my bag with all my clothes.” “I think I already told you, you are only allowed to sleep in my shirt or naked.”

"I wasn't sure you'd want me to. I don't mind waiting out here." "Sweetheart, I have no idea what's going on inside that pretty little head of yours, but right now, I'm too tired and in too much pain to put a lot of thought into it. Regardless of what was said last night, you're still my best friend"-until you're sleeping with my other best friend-"and I want you with me."

I wrestled with the guilt, and more often than not it won. I continued to spend time with him anyway – time that we would not have shared had we been just friends. Our relationship danced along that fine line between best friends and lovers, stepping across the border every time he held my hand or kissed my forehead. I think sharing the bed and falling asleep together every night was the worst – or best – thing that we did.

Up until I was 25, I had never been with a man before. Yet, my best friend, Rachel Langley, suddenly told me I would be sleeping in the same bed with two boys that night. When I heard the news, my eyes sparkled with excitement. Though I pretended to be hesitant, I wasn't truly troubled since I had already met the boys. One of them was precisely my type: towering at 185 cm with a chiseled jawline, bright eyes, and a lean build.

I woke up cuddled up to a naked Maudy and that's when what happened last night played over and over in my head. I fucked my best friend...shit! She looked so peaceful sleeping there. I slowly got up and sat at the edge of the bed.. I closed my eyes and I could hear her begging me to do it, her telling me not to stop, asking me to keep going. Until she pulled my hair tight when she had her orgasm. God! I opened my eyes and shook my head. I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have let it happen..

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.