Be nice its my first story and theres alot of teasing and kissing so if your not into it look elsewhere. This is written by a women in the point of view of a man, somting a little diffrent, please enjoy!!!!

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She’s my best friend Rose


I keep thinking about her over the past few months.

She’s a beautiful tan skinned 22 year old woman who has green eyes full peachy red lips, very long black hair, a slim waist, 32b breasts I’m too afraid to think of, a round ass, and she most beautiful laugh i’ve ever heard.

We’ve been friends since we were about 12 but she moved away for a year or two and then came back after her parents divorced, I always had feelingd for her but I could never take advantage of her feelings like that.

We live about 30 minutes away from eachother now, I havent seen her for a while.

I miss her, we talk alot on the phone about her drunken mistakes but I support what ever she does.

I’m the one who she chooses to call, and cry to about those men, her best friend Joseph.

On the phone with her at three a.m. all I can think about through her slurred cries are “I would treat you right”.

Around this time at night I usualy get a call form her, if im lucky shes sober. Maybe I missed it….Its only 10:00p.m.

~A knock at the door~


I looked through the peephole and it was completely dark…..? I chained up the door and slowly opened it. There I saw my best friend with the most beautiful look on her face.I quickly slamed the door shut. {I’m guessing now she looks confused} I unlocked the door and swung it open. Usualy I would wait for her to give me a hug but this time I wrapped my arms around her waist. I picked her up off the ground and spun her around. “HEY KID!” I said with more exitement then I’m sure was needed. “I decided to pop by and ruin your night haha” She dropped her giant purse on the floor, kicked her sneakers off and walked to the kitchen.

I couldn’t help but notice she was wearing the same velvet sweat suit I bought her for her birthday [that she picked out], it was blood red, the pants fit her nicely and hit the floor. you could see her stomach, the hoodie was tight as well, the sleeves came just past her elbows. she had unzipped it showing her short black tank top.

She came back from the kitchen with two bowls of chicken ramen noodles, made the way I like it, with cheese. “you know me so well” she smiled, swirled some on her fork and fed it to me. I did the same. She teasingly asked if I had reached my goal of having 112 girlfriends yet. I told her no and asked how the hell she rememberd that. “I remember every thing, I’m your best friend duh!” that was a little bitter sweet, but I’ll exept it.

We put on Mortal Kombat (a very old favorite of ours) and she beat me every round, I have no idea where she learned it from, but whatever, and she asked me if i had monopply. I searched my entire house. I took extra long just so I could watch her laugh at me while she playfully threw her long wavy black hair over her shoulder. I found it and she let out an exited whoo!

She begged to be the money bag and I already knew that was hers but I just liked the way she looked doing it, I finaly said yes settling for the iron. She asked for shorts before we began and I threw some to her, trying not to seem nervous. She pulled off her hoodie, and my breathing began to get deeper as I sat on the floor setting up the game. I though she was going to walk to the bathroom to put on the pants but if there was a god the was going to be a tease and do it right in front of me.