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  BEST FRIENDS FOREVER

  By

  L.A. Thompson

  L.A. Thompson Copyright 2014

  BEST FRIENDS FOREVER

  Grant and Meri have been best friends all their lives. Literally, all their lives. Born two days apart to women who had been best friends since childhood, Grant and Meri grew up next door to one another and were nearly inseparable. They always had been…and always will be…best friends forever. Until one fateful evening, one innocent question, when their lives changed forever and they realized they were so much more than best friends forever.

  Chapter One

  Meredith

  “I wonder what it would be like to be tied up and spanked.”

  As soon as the words left my mouth, my best friend…really my BFF…spewed beer all over my coffee table and carpet. Had he been facing me, I would have been literally drenched. Maybe I should have waited until he’d swallowed?

  Let me tell you about my BFF…Grant. We’ve been together nearly thirty years. I mean, seriously. Our moms were best friends…more like sisters…and brought us home from the hospital the same week. He likes to tell everyone that I’m older than him but really, it’s only by two lousy days. Our families lived next door to each other while we were growing up so we were together all the time. Him being the youngest of three children and me the youngest of four, we had a lot in common from the beginning. What with play dates and family get-togethers, we were inseparable all through childhood and school, with the exception of The Dark Years, we have been together literally our entire lives.

  You’re probably wondering what The Dark Years are. That’s just what I call the period from the end of our junior year in high school until shortly before graduation when Grant dated Misty Gamily…she was a cheerleader and thought she was all that…which she wasn’t. Then there were our junior and senior years in college when Grant dated a lot, mostly slutty girls who didn’t think he should spend time with me…his best friend. I don’t know why they seemed to feel so threatened by me. I mean, Grant was like a brother to me. It’s not like I wanted to date him or anything. But…

  That all changed about five years ago. I started noticing Grant. I mean, really noticing him. I’ve always loved Grant but I had never realized how smart and funny and hot he really is. Oh yeah, he is definitely hot…he’s six foot tall with broad shoulders and gorgeous muscles. His eyes remind me of Hershey’s chocolate kisses and I just love running my fingers through his thick dark blonde hair that he wears just long enough to touch his collars. And he wears the cutest little gold rimmed glasses that make him look like a sexy professor…which he is, a college professor, I mean. I could go on about Grant’s looks forever but…you get the point.

  I couldn’t even begin to pinpoint for sure when my feelings began to change toward Grant. Even though I knew I could never do anything about it, I realized that I don’t just love Grant. I was in love with my very best friend in the whole world. And I couldn’t tell him…because he still saw me as a sister and probably always would.

  Grant

  Tied up and spanked? I was so shocked when my best friend…my BFF…said she wondered what it would be like to be tied up and spanked that I spewed my beer everywhere. Heck, I would have soaked her if she hadn’t been sitting to the side of me. Spanked? Where did that come from?

  Maybe I should start over. Meri…Meredith…and I have been best friends literally forever. Our mothers were best friends, we were born in the same hospital and came home the same week. I like to tell everybody she’s older just to rile her up…she’s so cute when she’s angry…but really, two days isn’t that big a deal. I mean, we’ve celebrated all our birthdays together, except our senior year in college. For some reason my then girlfriend didn’t like Meri and insisted we celebrate without her. I never understood her dislike of Meri. Meri is so sweet, I don’t see how anyone could not like Meri. And, really, at the time she was like a sister to me.

  That all changed after college…maybe five or six years ago. One evening, I think we were in her apartment watching some sappy movie when I turned and looked at her. It was like I was seeing her for the first time. I mean really seeing her. I’ve always loved Meri but I had never realized how smart and funny and sexy she really is. Oh yeah, she is definitely sexy as sin…she’s only five foot four inches tall but has these curves that just won’t stop. She thinks she’s fat but I…I think she’s just right with a body that would make a monk cry. Her eyes are the prettiest hazel that seem to change color with her mood and long red curly hair that makes me want to tangle my fingers in it and tug her head back...well, you get the picture. During the day, she wears it up in this prim little twist that makes her look like a sexy librarian…which she is, a librarian, I mean, at the same college where I teach art history. I could continue to wax poetic about Meri’s looks but you get the point.

  I couldn’t even begin to pinpoint for sure when my feelings began to change toward Meri. Now, even though I can never do anything about it, I realize that I don’t just love her. I am in love with my very best friend in the whole world. And I can’t tell her…because she still sees me as a brother and probably always will.

  After spewing my beer all over Meri’s coffee table and carpet, I couldn’t stop coughing. Soon, my sweet little Meri, a concerned look on her face, was pounding me on my back and asking if I was okay. Finally, my cough under control, I just stared at her. “You what? Meri…” “What? I only said that I wonder what it would be like to be tied up and spanked. Geez, Grant, it’s not like I asked you to do it.” Meri has this cute little way of pouting that drives me absolutely nuts. Her full, sexy lower lip pooches out just a tiny bit, making me want to bite it and suck it until she moans with pleasure. Damn, she pouts and I get a hard-on, embarrassing to say the least. She’s pouting now and my heart starts to race. In an effort to hide my hard-on, I jump up and jog into the kitchen for a towel to clean up the beer.

  And now all I can think about is her comment. Spanking? God, what I wouldn’t give to paddle her very fine ass. My fingers start to itch from the want and my jeans only get tighter in the crotch. I realized then and there that I had to get out of that apartment before I said or did something to embarrass myself and scare my best friend to death. “Sorry about that, Boo. You just kind of…caught me by surprise. I mean, really. Spanking?” You’re probably wondering about the Boo. It’s a nickname we’ve called one another since we were three and we both dressed up as ghosts for Halloween. We couldn’t stop saying boo and giggling. Somehow, it became our pet name for one another when it’s just the two of us.

  I tossed the wet towel in the sink and hurried to the front door. “Well, I’ve gotta go. I’ll catch you later.” “But what about the movie?” Damn, now I’ve hurt her feelings. “I’m sorry. There’s something I have to take care of. Can we do it tomorrow night?” She followed me to the door, the hurt obvious in her face. I couldn’t leave her like that. Turning, I kissed her softly on the cheek, knowing I wanted to give her so much more but couldn’t. “Tomorrow?” She sighed and smiled that tiny little smile that said she forgave me. “Okay, tomorrow. But, you’re buying pizza.” I grinned, “You’ve got it. Love you.” She closed the door behind me but not before I heard her whisper, “I love you.” I hesitated at the sound of her voice…something was different. Thinking I was imagining thing, I hurried down the hall to my apartment for a very cold shower.

  Oh, did I forget? Meri and I were so close, our apartments were only two doors apart in the same building. Although, I have to admit, I was in her apartment or she was in mine most of the time. At least until one of us decided to move on. Depressing thought.

  Meredith

  Well, that went over well. I finally got up the courage to
hint at my secret fantasy to be tied up and spanked and what happens? Grant bailed on me. Seriously? Did he think I was going to whip out the handcuffs and paddle and insist he have a go at my bottom? Oh, okay, I confess. I didn’t just want to be tied up and spanked. I wanted to be tied up and spanked by Grant, my very best friend, the man I was madly in love with. Darn. What the heck was I going to do?

  Just being in the same room with Grant got me so hot and bothered. Thinking about him paddling my bottom had me nearly insane with want and need. I locked the door before shutting off the television and lights. I hurried into the bedroom for a little quality time with my battery operated friend. I know…I know. A Rabbit is no substitute for the real thing but I only wanted the one man I couldn’t have, the one man who treated me like a sister.

  Chapter Two

  Grant

  After two cold showers and a lot of tossing and turning, I finally managed to get to sleep around two in the morning. Not that I slept much. I had the most erotic dream about my sweet little Meri. She was dressed in nothing but a very sexy black lace bra that barely covered her plump, beautiful breasts, a matching barely-there thong, and sky-high stilettos that just begged me to fuck her. I kissed her pink, pouty lips gently before placing her on her stomach on a large four-poster bed. Placing my mouth close to her ear, I whispered, “Are you sure this is what you want, my love?” She gave me the sweetest smile and nodded, her eyes filled with trust and…love.

  I placed pillows under her stomach, raising her sexy little ass high in the air. I kissed her again before fastening soft padded handcuffs on her wrists and ankles, then attaching them to the bed posts. Stepping behind her, I just stood and gazed at the beautiful sight of her ass raised in the air, tempting me, and her sweet little pussy…my god. My heart raced at the sight. I picked up two items from the bedside table. Stepping back to her side, I placed a soft blindfold over her beautiful eyes. I returned to the foot of her bed and gently caressed her sweet, sexy little ass once before raising the paddle in my hand. Bringing the paddle down, I tapped her lightly on the ass. She whispered, “Harder.” This time, I brought the paddle down harder. I heard her moan, but not in pain. My darling Meri, my love, was aroused by my actions.

  I woke up with a raging hard-on and my mind made up. I’ve never been able to deny Meri anything. And if she really wanted to experience spanking, I would make it happen, even though it meant revisiting a dark side I never thought to awaken again. Because, if anyone was going to spank that sexy little ass, it was damn well going to be me. And maybe it was time to let her know how I really felt. Coming to that decision, I realized I needed to be sure this was what she really wanted and then set the wheels in motion. I quickly showered…another cold one…before heading to a nearby coffee shop to grab our usual Saturday morning breakfast then headed back to Meri’s apartment. As I waited for our order, I wondered…just how was I going to broach the subject with Meri?

  Meredith

  After a session with my buddy, the Rabbit, which barely took the edge off, I took a cold shower and tried to get some sleep. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, I finally dozed off in the wee hours of the morning. And then some idiot began banging on my apartment door at…I looked at my alarm clock…eight in the morning. I groaned and covered my head with a pillow, hoping whoever it was would take the hint and go away. No such luck. The banging continued for several seconds and then I heard the sound of my front door opening. Only two people had keys to my apartment. My mom, who lived several hours away, and…Grant. Crap. The one person who managed to keep me awake half the night. I was a bit embarrassed and apprehensive as to how he’d act after my little bombshell the night before. “Meri? You awake, hon?”

  Groaning again, I heard him moving around my kitchen before I heard his footsteps coming down the hallway, headed for my bedroom. Double crap. “Meri? Come on, babe, up and at ‘em.” I uncovered my head and squinted toward the sound of his beautiful voice. Standing in my bedroom doorway, his arms crossed over that magnificent chest of his, my Grant…my best friend…was leaning on the door frame, a goofy grin on his face. “Good morning, beautiful.” “Don’t call me that,” I grumped as I sat up in bed. “Why not?” He tilted his head to one side, staring for a moment. “You are, you know. Beautiful, that is.” What was beautiful was the smile on his face. God, I loved this man too much. “What are you doing here at this god-awful hour?” He chuckled, making my panties wet. “I brought breakfast.”

  It was my turn to grin. “Double mocha latte and maple walnut scones?” At his nod, I eagerly hopped out of bed, forgetting that I was wearing only the skimpiest panties and a tank top. I looked down at myself. Oh. Crap. Although, the look in his eyes when he saw my pajamas was very interesting…and interested. Grabbing the sheet, I wrapped it around myself. “Grant! Please leave so I can get dressed.” There came that panty wetting chuckle again. “Oh, puhleaze. Babe, I’ve seen you totally naked before.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, but we were ten and when your mom caught us skinny dipping, neither one of us could sit for a week.” “So? We were still naked,” he said smugly. I propped one hand on my ample hip and took on my stern librarian persona. “So, then I was skinny and flat as a board. Now, I’m…” “Gorgeous.” “Fat.”

  Uh oh. I don’t know why but I suddenly got the feeling I had seriously pissed Grant off. He actually growled and stalked toward where I was frozen in place. He placed his large hands on my shoulders and bent over until his forehead was pressed against mine and we were staring into one another’s eyes. “If I ever hear you say that word in reference to your body again, I am going to turn you over my knee and paddle your sweet little ass myself. Do I make myself clear?” Wow. I couldn’t remember ever seeing this forceful side of Grant before. I had to admit I was very turned on by it. Could he be having some very unbrotherly feelings about me? Speechless, I simply nodded. “Good. Now get that sexy little ass in the bathroom and get dressed.” He spun me around and pushed me in the direction of the bathroom, popping me on the bottom. I gave a little yelp of surprise and heard his sexy chuckle as I scurried away.

  I hurried into the bathroom, did my business and brushed my teeth. When I came back out, Grant was still where I left him in the bedroom. I looked at him quizzically. He grinned and my knees went weak. “It’s the first Saturday of the month.” Suddenly, my grin matched his. “The Market?” Every Saturday of the month, the town we lived in put on the biggest farmer’s market and swap meet in the state. The first Saturday of the month it was even bigger than usual. Grant and I both loved wandering the stalls for hours. “You want to go?” “Of course.” He started to follow me out of the room then stopped. I heard the laughter in his voice when he stopped. “Nice…um…play toy, by the way.” “What…” I turned to see where he was looking. Crap. My hot pink Rabbit vibrator was lying smack dab in the middle of the bed where it ended up when I fell asleep the night before. Grabbing his arm, I dragged a grinning Grant out of the bedroom. “Don’t say a word.” He burst out in laughter as he allowed me to drag him down the hallway to the kitchen.

  After a quick breakfast, we got ready and headed out. Grant, gentleman that he is, opened the door for me. I waited until he locked my door and then proceeded him down the hallway to the elevator. “Do you want to take your car or the bus?” I asked but he didn’t answer. Turning around, I caught a look of pure heat in his eyes before he blinked. “I’m sorry, hon. What did you say?” Oh. My. God. Was he checking out my ass? I hid a small smile and quickly answered him. “Are you driving or am I?” He grinned and my knees grew weak. “I’ll drive. You scare me.” He laughed and dodged when I tried to swat him in the arm. The elevator finally arrived and we hopped on. At that time of day on a beautiful Saturday morning, traffic was usually heavy so the trip to the Market normally took us nearly an hour. But, it was worth it to spend a beautiful day outdoors with the man I love. Now I just had to find a way to see if he feels the same way about me.

  Grant

  I f
elt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest. When Meri jumped out of bed nearly naked, I almost lost it. All that sleek skin and…that ass…damn! And then I nearly lost it again following her down the hall. What is wrong with me? Ever since she dropped that bombshell the night before, all I could think about was baring that sweet ass little ass of hers and paddling it until it glowed cherry red. And after I spanked her, I’d slide my cock into her sweet little pussy and fuck her until we were both sated. Crap! There I was, stuck in heavy traffic with the woman of my dreams and a raging hard-on. Talk about thoroughly embarrassing…not to mention frustrating.

  Nearly an hour after leaving our apartment building, we finally reached the Market. I paid to park and found a spot at the back of the crowded parking lot. As I opened Meri’s door and she stepped out, she suddenly stomped her tiny foot. “Oh crap! I forgot a hat. I’ll probably look like a lobster by the time we get home.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. She’s so darn cute. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new hat when we get inside. Okay?” “You’re so sweet.” She smiled up at me and I suddenly felt ten feet tall. I grabbed her hand and she seemed startled when I laced our fingers together. I suddenly realized that she was trying to hide a smile. Does she like holding my hand? Could she be having some very unsisterly feelings toward me? Man, I sure hope so. Holding hands, we entered the Market and began looking for a stall that sold hats.

  Three hours later, Meri was wearing the cutest hat that set off her delicate features and we’d made the rounds of less than half of the stalls in the Market. Stopping in front of a small café, I asked, “Are you hungry? How about we get some lunch and sit in the shade for a while?” She grinned and my knees wobbled. I love her sweet smile but when she gives me a mischievous grin, it makes me have very…naughty…thoughts. “I am a bit hungry, not to mention thirsty.” We stepped inside the small air conditioned Mexican restaurant to find the place quiet. The hostess smiled and asked us how many. “Two,” I replied while holding up as many fingers. She led us to a small, quiet booth in the back, leaving us with menus. “The waitress will be right with you to take your orders.”