Falling for my best friend (Boy bsf)

7 - Layla's POV

Rules:

1. The first one to catch feelings or beg the other for anything sexual is the loser.

2. The winner gets to ask for one thing from the losing participant and they have to say yes.

3. During the bet neither participant is allowed to get themselves off. All toys are off limits!

4. During the bet both participants are exclusive to each other. No dating anyone outside of the bet.

5. PDA and kissing is allowed but NO blackmailing/pressuring one participant into accepting defeat.

6. Safe words are; Shane is better at everything!  If the safe words are used the other participant must stop what they're doing and check on the other immediately.

Do you agree to the terms? 😈

With her phones brightness turned all the way down, Layla read through the rules Shane had texted her one more time as she sat at the back of the lecture hall. They'd discussed the rules last night, both of them briefly agreeing to the terms.

Although, how they would know if the other was masturbating Layla didn't know. She'd have to bring that up with Shane later.

She sent a reply and it wasn't long until Shane sent a text back,

Layla: Objection!

Shane: To what? 🧐

Layla: The safe word. For being too long and incorrect.

Shane: The official games master has reviewed and declared the objection over ruled! The safe word stays.

Layla: Fine 🙄, agreed.

So, they were really doing this?

It had been Layla's idea to add the no sex or self pleasure rule but other than that Shane had come up with the rest. She didn't want anything interfering with the results, or at least that was what she told herself.

Layla watched the clouds in the sky outside the window beside her. And for a moment she let herself wonder what would happen if one of them really did fall for the other?

Would it ruin everything they'd built together?

Or maybe- just maybe it might change everything between them for the better.

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It was evening by the time Layla made it to her apartment building from GG's. They'd been working their asses off on a joint art assignment that was due tomorrow.

Luckily they'd gotten it all done and despite the rush, it looked like they'd spent more time on it than they actually had. Mission: successful!

The key fumbled in the lock of her yellow painted front door until it finally clicked into place. She should have gotten it fixed ages ago, the temperamental lock had kept her from her cosy bed one too many times before. Unsurprisingly Shane never had the same issue with it. Clearly it was a female lock. If locks could have genders? Would that make every lock a woman? Moving on from that rabbit hole!

All Layla wanted to do now was get out of the pretty outfit she'd chosen that morning and get into her comfiest pair of loose pants and maybe steal one of Shane's shirts. Hehehe.

She'd never figured out what it was but there was something they put in guys shirts that made them sooo comfy! And soft, and warm, and they always smelt so good.