My Best Friend's Gorgeous Boyfriend (18+)

Were You Two Having Sex?

Addison

Something shady was going on, and if I didn't know any better, I could have sworn my two best friends were fucking.

Whenever I hung out with Matt and Vanessa, they would exchange secret smiles and share longing glances. Despite their insistence that they weren't back together, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had been left out of a rather large secret.

But isn't that just so typical of them? I thought glumly as I let myself in, announced through Matt's front door on a rainy afternoon. The sky was a grey sheet of gloom that darkened the living room and I strained to see through the dimness while I shook out my umbrella.

"Hello?" I called. "Matt? Are you home?"

"Hey!" he suddenly greeted, popping up from behind the couch and propping his chin in his hand.

Shrieking, I clutched my chest as I stumbled backwards. "You jerk! You nearly gave me a heart attack. Why are you hiding?"

"I wasn't hiding," he countered breathlessly, his gaze briefly flitting downwards at the cushions.

It was then that I noticed he was shirtless. With perspiration beading his forehead and chest. I narrowed my eyes. 

"What are you doing?" I questioned, my tone heavy with suspicion. "Are you...pleasuring yourself?"

"Just taking a nap. God, it's so hot out today." He fanned his face for dramatic effect.

"I don't believe you. You're a terrible liar." I marched over to the sofa just as Vanessa pulled herself up into a sitting position.

I screamed again. "How many more people are going to pop out at me?"

"Hey, Addie," she greeted softly, her expression sheepish. I arched a brow at the lacey black bra she sported.

"Ew!" I shouted, swatting Matt's arm as realization suddenly dawned upon me. "Were you two having sex?"

My friend scooped her wadded up t-shirt off the carpet and tugged it over her head. "Kind of..."

"Either his dick was inside of you, or it wasn't!" I shot back, gesturing at Matt.

Then with a grimace, I gave a long look at his goofy smile. "But judging by his expression, I'm going to say that it was inside of you."

"Gross." I shielded my eyes. "Please put your pants back on before I catch a glimpse of something poking out that's going to send me straight into therapy." 

Tsking, I shook my head as Matt fumbled into his boxers behind the veil of the couch. "You two have some audacity to get back together and not mention it to me, your best friend. This is just so like you both to keep me out of the loop."

I folded my arms across my chest, giving my supposed closest friend a hurt pout.

And she giggled. At me. "Addison, don't be so dramatic. We aren't back together."

Planting my hands on my hips, I tapped my foot. "Is that so, because I sure don't seem to recall you two rolling around naked together when you were only ever just friends."

Vanessa slid a sideways glance at Matt, her lips pressed into a straight line. "We're keeping it casual... Seeing where it leads."

I pointed at the condom wrapper littering the carpet. "I think it's obvious where it's leading. It's leading Matt right into your-"

"Okay! I get the picture," she interrupted me, holding up her palms. "I'm sorry we didn't inform you of our every move. We had toast for breakfast this morning. Did you also need to know about that?"