Story Summary:
A year ago, Henry Jacobs lied to his mother and said that he was dating his best friend Lilah. It finally comes back to bite him when Mom forces him to invite Lilah to his cousin's wedding in Niagara Falls. A previous rejection means that Henry knows Lilah isn't actually interested in dating him, but Lilah's willingness to take the act as far as Henry wants makes it impossible for Henry to avoid falling in love with his best friend for a second time.
Oh well. A full three days with the ability to indulge in his deepest desires might still be worth everything falling apart after the trip.
Bite-Sized Description:
This is a story of slow-burning, goofy, sexual angst between friends. This story leans towards the plot, but features sexual content sprinkled throughout with a large portion at the end.
Sexual Content:
Sexual and/or erotic content is fairly prevalent in this story. The sexual and/or erotic content within this story is as follows;
Nudes / Naked Pictures
Casual Nudity
Groping
Masturbation / Mutual Masturbation
Oral Sex
Loss of Virginity
Vaginal Sex
Author's Note:
Hello all! Sorry for being absent for a while, but I am officially back. I'm gonna have a lot more free time on my hands in the coming future and I plan on delving further into my writing, so make sure to check out my profile for other stories and updates.
Well, that's it from me. I hope all of you lovely, horny bastards enjoy this story. <3
"I'm sorry, what?" Lilah cocked her head with the same impish grin she always wore. I, on the other hand, fumbled over my words while my cheeks burned with red.
"My mom is... she's uhhh... asking if you would like to come to my cousin's wedding in Niagara Falls with us."
"Why?"
She almost seemed cocky- she always did.
"Because you're a friend of the family." I spit out quickly, stepping over the curb as we crossed the street. "She likes you more than me."
"Oh, so she wants me to be her plus-one? Seems a little weird, dontcha' think?"
"Actually, no." I managed to mumble. "She's taking a friend from work. She's forcing me to take somebody and she wants it to be you."
Lilah smirked. "Why me? Surely if she wants you to take somebody, the amazing Henry Jacobs has other friends to take to a boring wedding."
I scowled with a side-eye stare. "You're really going to make me say it, aren't you?"
Her knowing grin could light up a billboard. "Absolutely. So, I ask again, why does she want me to be your plus-one?"
The sigh that escaped my lips was filled with a mixture of defeat and deep embarrassment. "Because she thinks we're dating."
"There it is!" Lilah laughed loudly as we approached the roundabout. When she did, her pitch-black ponytail swung and grazed the top of one of her shoulders before doing the same to the other.
"It's not what you think!" I said. "She wouldn't stop bugging me about trying to find a girlfriend. 'Girlfriend' this and 'girlfriend' that. 'I had my first boyfriend when I was fourteen, how come you are twenty and still single?' Ugh. It's exhausting."
Lilah crossed her arms over her chest and playfully nudged me with her shoulder. "So your first instinct was to lie to her and say that I was your girlfriend?"
"Well, I tried Tinder a few times, but it never worked out. Since Mom wouldn't shut up about it, I figured the best course of action was to say that we were dating just to get her off my back."
"Okay then, new question. How long have we been dating, honey?"
I winced and brushed a few strands of shaggy blonde hair out of my eyes. "I told Mom last November."
Lilah's eyes widened and her mouth was held agape in a smile of mock disbelief. Her dark freckles were almost the same shade of chocolate as her eyes. Perhaps just a touch darker, but they still showed clearly even on caramel-tinted skin. "No fucking way, we've been dating for a year and you haven't told me?"
"We aren't dating!"
"Hmph. It's a wonder you haven't proposed..."
"Lilah! We. Aren't. Dating."
"Well, apparently we are, since that must be the reason why your mom invited me to join you two at every holiday dinner since last year, and why my parents let me."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Wait, what?"
Lilah draped one arm over my shoulders as we walked, which was easy since we were pretty much the same height. "We're neighbours, dumbass! You think our parents don't talk with each other? The day you told your mom we were dating, she told my parents, who asked me about it. I just played along."
"You knew this entire time and said nothing? What was with the entire conversation up to this point?"
She grinned and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Do you have any idea how fun it is to fuck with you? You get all red in the cheeks and you tuck your head into your shoulders like a turtle."
I pushed her off, but returned her smile. "You're a prick, you know that?"
"Hey now," she began, "you're the one who lied to your mother, I'm just having some fun with the consequences. So what about this wedding?"
I sighed. "All you have to do is say that you can't make it. Just say that you have to go visit some family of your own or something."
"Why do I have to do it?" She questioned.
"Because I already tried, and she won't believe me. If she hears it from you, then she will."
"Why not just tell her the truth that we aren't actually a couple?"
"And admit that I lied to her for almost a year because she was being annoying? Pass."
Lilah stretched her arms above her head and leaned back, which helped to accentuate her figure. One of the consequences to growing up with a female best friend was watching her develop into a beautiful young woman. She was slender but toned thanks to her years of little league soccer. Her body was shaped well underneath her dark red hoodie and black skinny jeans, with gentle curves and supple breasts. They were small but seemed to be fairly well shaped- perhaps a B-cup at most. Did I have a crush on her? I used to. Did she know that? Absolutely. Did she seem to care? Not at all.
"Why not lie and tell her that we broke up?"
"She likes you too much. I think that might actually kill her."
Lilah rolled her eyes. "You know this charade is going to meet an ugly end eventually, right? The longer it goes on, the worse it's going to be when our parents peek behind the curtain."
"I'll burn that bridge when I get to it. For now, can you just tell Mom that you can't make it to the wedding?" I pleaded. Lilah sighed as we turned the corner on the sidewalk and began walking up the driveway to my house.
"Fine. But you owe me. Anything else I need to know?"
"Mom was thinking about inviting you out for breakfast with us tomorrow. Again, all you need to do is say you already have plans."
Lilah frowned. "You know I'll be cashing in these favours sooner rather than later, right?"
I laxed in relief and unlocked the front door. "I'll take whatever I can get. Just... please."
Mom called out the moment the door opened. "Henry! How was the movie?"
Before I had a chance to open my mouth, Lilah chirped up with a wicked smile. "It was great, Mrs. Jacobs!"
Mom almost sprinted around the corner wearing her house robe, and I could only hold my head in shame. Her long hair was the same blonde as mine, broken by a few streaks of pale grey that mine lacked. Her equally blue eyes sparkled, and the faint trace of early wrinkles in her face vanished under her smile.
"Lilah!" Mom cried gleefully and approached, pulling her into a tight hug as if it had been three months since they had last seen each other, instead of three hours. Over Lilah's shoulder, Mom's blue eyes glared daggers at me.
"Henry, why don't you go get a drink from the fridge for Lilah?"
