Allie leans forward on the table and crosses her hands in front of her. “Color me curious. Besides, if you two are just friends then this should be no problem.”
I have nothing to prove to her. So why am I considering kissing my best friend? Is it because I’m genuinely curious? Or is it because I’ve always had a teensy crush on my best friend for years?
Again, I have nothing to prove, but I get up anyway and walk around the table to Liam. My heart is pounding so hard it’s threatening to jump out of my chest. Liam slides his chair back and the noise from it dulls the roar of my heart beating in my ears as he eyes me cautiously. I swing my leg over his lap to straddle him and place my hands on his shoulders for balance. Not quite chest to chest. But close enough that I can see his pulse fluttering in his neck. I trace an invisible pattern around his face and when I reach his eyes they’re as big as the moon. His hands move automaticallyto my hips, keeping me in place, and my thumbs rub light circles into the curve where his shoulder meets his neck.
Why does this feel so natural?
Nope! Stop that Kamryn!
Not letting myself indulge in this for too long. Despite my skin feeling warm as a swarm of butterflies threaten to take flight.
Nope! Not going there.
My hand travels to trace his jawline, to his lower lip; noting the way his breath hitches with these light touches. My other hand travels around and tangles in the hair at the nape of his neck. I slowly move in and pepper light kisses against everywhere I traced before: his jawline, his nose…the corner of his mouth.
When I pull back, our eyes connect and something changes. His breathing has deepened. His eyes have turned from sky blue to an ocean blue so dark I feel as if I’ll get lost in them. They’re hypnotizing and it’s at this moment that the curiosity I felt before is thrown out with the need to kiss my best friend. And from the look in his eyes and the heavy weight of his hands on my waist with his now-growing cock that’s nudging my pussy, he wants to kiss me too. Just one kiss.
What harm can it really do?
As his eyes travel down and linger on my mouth again, do I lower my lips to his. And with a gentle touch of our lips, we kiss. It starts off soft as we feel each other out. This is our first kiss and when Liam’s tongue traces the seam of my lips, I let him in. Blood is rushing through my ears as our tongues tangle and I kiss him back with more intensity than I have ever kissed anyone. Liam uses his hands on my hips to bring me closer and settle me firmlyagainst his erection. I roll my hips eliciting a groan from him.
Our tongues continue to dance with the others.
His hand tangles in the curls at the nape of my neck.
My heart has never beat this fast before.
A kiss has never felt this good before.
My thoughts are a jumbled mess. From the feel of our lips gliding against the other to the feel of his erection underneath me. I roll my hips attempting to gain the friction I so desperately need and suck on his bottom lip before releasing it and diving in for more. Liam puts his hands on my lower back to keep rhythm and to hold me to him before he rolls his hips up into me. The friction from my jeans rubbing my clit has me moaning into his mouth.
Eleven years of friendship poured into this very first kiss. We might be two seconds from ripping each other’s clothes off. Who knew that kissing your best friend could be like this? Thankfully, Liam has the foresight to slow the kiss down and pull away.
Stunned silence is the reaction of those at the table. Including us. What the hell was that? This kiss, Liam being the one that I kissed; it’s the only thing that’s running through my head. Hello, new spank bank material.
“Definitely not gay,” Brandon says.
Liam and I stare into each other's eyes with questions unasked. I don’t have an answer to what just happened. I barely remember my first name.
I just kissed - scratch that - I just made out and dry-humped my best friend. All to prove to some mean bigoted girl that I can be friends with a guy and not want to hook up with him.
Joke’s on me, right?
“Boxing?” I ask Liam while trying to calm my erraticbreathing and wildly beating heart. My voice? I don’t recognize it.
“Yeah. Meet me in the gym in an hour.” Liam says distractedly.
With an unpracticed move, I slide off Liam’s lap, my face flaming hot as I walk out of the cafe and back towards my dorm.
Kamryn
Iquicken my pace and trip over my feet doing so. Embarrassment coats me, that I just made out with my best friend. My body is also a livewire as I need to get back to my dorm to take care of the situation that is the need to orgasm.
I’d have to be an idiot to not notice how attractive my best friend is. We grew up together, so I’ve seen firsthand how he transformed from a lanky kid to a hunky young man. He sprang up in height over the summer between our junior and senior years of high school. So he now towers over me at 6’2”. His dark brown hair sometimes flops over his forehead when he needs a haircut and his beautiful blue eyes have the ability to stop me in my tracks.
But I never got the urge to act on any attraction towards him. I couldn’t do it.
Has the thought of being with my best friend ever crossed my mind? Of course, it has.