Page 21 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend
“Sure. It’s not a big deal. Want us to show you?” Sage asks coyly.
“Okay,” Oak quickly agrees. I don’t think it’s my place to intervene here, even knowing what I do. Maybe Aspen is wrong and Sage does want the excuse to kiss her? I’m a bit curious to see for myself how one-sided her feelings truly are.And what would I say anyway?Don’t kiss your best friend after you just insisted it wouldn’t mean anything because I know it would to her?That would make me the worst fake boyfriend ever.
Sage stands up from her chair and sits right on Aspen’s lap. Then she tilts Aspen’s chin up with her hand and brings their lips together. It’s not a quick kiss, there’s obviously tongue involved and both girls seem to be pretty consumed by the moment, bringing their bodies closer together.
I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about watching my “girlfriend” kiss her best friend. Should I pretend to be jealous, or should I make a comment that it’s hot or something? I know some guys are into watching that, but it definitely isn’t doing anything for me sexually. I don’t want to fuck up appearances if I should be commenting, though.
“Wow, you really went for it,” Oak says with a laugh, and it’s like his comment startles the girls apart.
They join in laughing and Sage looks at Oakley expectantly, teasing, “Your turn.”
I was so distracted by the girls kissing and the different layers of what that kiss meant to everyone in this room, that I completely forgot about the original dare. After their display, I don’t know how I’m supposed to react.Would protesting make it seem like I think kissing him would mean something?
“Am I supposed to go sit in his lap too?” Oakley jokes but the girls both nod seriously, so he stands with a defeated huff and walks over to my chair. Instead of trying to sit sideways across my lap like Sage did, he pulls my chair out a little and fully straddles me. “Is this okay?” he asks softly.
I can’t say that I’ve ever wished we would be in this position, but I also don’t hate it. I decide to stop overthinking and follow his lead. Despite what the girls’ kiss might have meant to Aspen, kissing Oakley really would be meaningless for us, and if he wants to joke around and put on a show, I might as well go along with it instead of turning it into a bigger deal than it needs to be. I rest my arms around him, gripping his hips so that he doesn’t fall off of me and laugh. “Yeah, why not.”
Then Oak mirrors Sage’s earlier move, cupping my jaw with his hand to tilt my face up toward him. He looks into my eyes for a moment, before bringing his mouth to mine.
His lips are so much softer than I would have expected, and the feeling of the stubble on his face, rubbing against my own as our mouths move, is pleasantly intriguing. I let out a small gasp of surprise at the dual contrasting sensations and Oak takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, exploring and tangling it with my own.
After a few moments, I realize that I’m kissing him back rather forcefully, meeting the movements of his mouth,battling for control. I also notice my grip has tightened on his hips, holding him firmly in place.
I don’t do anything to stop though.
This is unlike any kiss that I’ve ever experienced. I’ve honestly never been a huge fan of kissing—it was just something to check off a list of things to do with a girl I was dating before we had sex.
This though? This isnota line item.
I could do this for hours. I feel like my entire body is buzzing with pleasure. Oakley moves his other hand into my hair and the feel of his fingers against my scalp is divine. The way his lips glide against mine feels sacred. He sucks my bottom lip between his own, following it with a slow little nip with his teeth. Then he licks the sore spot, and I let out a soft moan.
I’m unconsciously shifting my hips now, trying to grind my achingly hard cock up into his ass, and I realize all at once what’s actually happening here—I’m grinding my very interested dick into my straight best friend while I basically fuck his mouth with my tongue. Kissing has never been like this before. I’ve never gone from zero to absolutely desperate from only a kiss.What the actual fuck is happening right now?
I pull away with a gasp, lifting Oakley off of my lap quickly as I shift my position, hoping to hide the very obvious erection that is now fighting against the zipper of my pants.Seriously, what just happened? Why is my body reacting like this to a kiss?
“See, that looked fun,” Sage says, reminding me of her presence.
Her comment also reminds me how truly fucked up this whole situation is. Not only am I harder than I think I’ve ever been from the hottest kiss of my life, a kiss with my male best friend of all people, but that kiss was also in front of his girlfriend and my fake girlfriend after I insisted that I’ve never been attracted to Oakley.
Fuck.
“Really fun,” Aspen agrees, smirking at me knowingly.
I look over at Oakley and find him staring at me with a sort of dazed expression. Maybe we drank more than I realized? But looking around the table, I confirm that our glasses are almost full, so I don’t think he’s had more than a glass or two of wine over the last several hours.
“Are you okay?” I ask quietly, internally panicking that he’s re-evaluating our entire friendship after he felt my erection grinding into him.
Oakley blinks a few times, like he’s trying to come back into focus and lets out a small laugh. “Why wouldn’t I be okay? Like Sage said, no big deal. Right?”
My still very hard dick is protesting that statement, but if our kiss wasn’t as earth-shattering for Oak as it was for me, I’m not risking our friendship over disagreeing. “Right. No big deal.” The lie tastes bitter, and something in my chest sinks as I try to ignore the guilt I feel over lying to him.
Oakley suddenly turns to Sage and grabs her hand. “I’m ready for bed, honey, are you?” he asks, already starting to move toward his room.
“Sure,” she says with a giggle, jumping out of her seat to keep up with him.
“You ready for bed too?” Aspen asks. “We can clean this all up in the morning,” she offers.
My mind is racing with thoughts and questions over what the fuck just happened. But I’m still hard and I can’t concentrate enough on anything other than how horny I am, so I agree and follow Aspen into my room, excusing myself to shower before we inevitably fall into our routine of watching reality shows while I do sudoku or puzzles on my phone until we fall asleep on opposite ends of the bed.
