His Best Friend (sherlolly)

I watched Johns face scrunch up, and with one final thrust, he blew out a "Fuck" and rolled over.

I lay there for a couple minutes, wondering what happened.

Me and John have always been good friends. Even in high school. I used to have a crush on him when I was like 16 and didn't know what I liked. I won't lie, John is hot, I'm just not romantically attracted to him.

Now, I have sex with him 3 times a week.

What John and I have is special. It's what most people call "friends with benefits".

I sat up and thanked him for tonight. He just smiled back at me.

I picked my sweater up from the floor and put it on.

"Oh, Molly I forgot!"

I turned and looked at him.

"I'm moving!"

I frowned at him. "Hopefully not far" I thought. I didn't want to lose the only person who's close to me.

"Not far" he assured me "Only a few miles away. " He smiled

"What's the address?" I spoke.

"Ahhh..." he thought. His face shot up along with his pointer finger. "221B Baker Street"

I shrugged and searched for my underpants, which were crumpled up at the end of the bed.

"Sounds good." I smiled and put on my panties.

I quickly dressed while he checked his phone.

"Bye!" I yelled over my shoulder.

"Hmmm" he said, barely noticing me.





When I arrived home, I felt the guilt set in. Every time me and John had sex, I felt like shit afterwards. It was so unfair.

I set my purse down on the kitchen table and headed to the bathroom.

I jumped in the shower to wash off the sweat that stuck to my body.

I massaged my scalp with herbal essences. After John had come back from Afghanistan, he'd been a little odd. More disconnected from everything else. I hoped my late night visits were helping even a little bit.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself.

I walked into my room and slipped into a t-shirt and shorts. I brushed my hair out on my bed.

"Why is John moving?" I thought to myself.

Well, then again, he's an injured ex-marine on army pension in London. He probably can't afford to live by himself, and is going to live with a new roommate.

God, sometimes I can be so vacant.





It's been 2 days since I last spoke to John. I had texted him asking if I could come over but he told me he wasn't in the mood. I respected that.

It's been a week since we last had sex. Sometimes I forget that we're also friends. I pulled out my phone.

*Hey! When can I check out your new flat??*

A few minutes later my phone buzzed.

*I move in tomorrow so maybe day after tomorrow?*

I typed a quick reply.

*sounds great! see you then :)*

He didn't respond after that.

I wondered what his new flat would look like. Images danced in my head. I'm not sure why, but imagined his new flat with blue carpets and white walls. I honestly couldn't wait.