[M]y [F]riend got off to one of my stories, in front of me

We’ve been friends since high school. There’s always been a flirty playfulness to our relationship, though it’s not the foundation of it—we have a lot in common and genuinely care about each other. This conversation from several years ago captures it well:

Me: [commenting on a story she told of two friends who are constantly hitting on one another] “yeah I feel like friendships where there’s that much sexual tension just are weird idk”
Her: “then what the hell would you call this?”
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During covid, I’ll admit, we got into the practice of sending each other nudes on occasion. Don’t judge, it was a lonely time (and her boobs are IMMACULATE). Ahem.

She also is aware of my…uh…affinity for writing—ok I’ll just say it, erotica—and has read some of my stories enthusiastically. Lately she’s been joking about the idea of me writing one about a three way between myself and her [F] fwb. It really did start as a playful sort of thing, but she’s asked about it a few times since then which really got me thinking. A few weekends ago I had some free time and decided what the hell, I’ll at least start on it.

[M]y [F]irst “I love you”

For spring break this year, me and some friends, along with my girl friend and a few of her own friends all went to a small but popular town on the water in Georgia for spring break (cheaper than Florida). The place was gorgeous, and it was actually a boat converted into a house. The interior wasn’t anything special, but the surroundings were spectacular—tucked away in a little cove with only a few other houses and boats around. At night the water would be so still that you could see perfect reflections of the moon and any lights, hardly even broken up by a ripple.
 

The trip was great; plenty of beach and bar time, hiking, and just hanging out. As the only couple on the trip my girlfriend and I (I’ll call her Sasha) started getting antsy—if you know what I mean—after a couple days of hanging with the whole group. Don’t get me wrong, we pecked a few times here and there, but there just wasn’t any time or space to do much more. Until Wednesday (day four) of the trip, anyways.
 

[M]y [F]irst Tinder Hookup (and car sex)

This happened back in 2020, the first Covid summer. I was finishing up my freshman year of college.

 
In April I matched with this girl, we’ll call her Kat, on tinder. We instantly hit it off—we could banter for hours, over text, snap, FaceTime, you name it. She was smart, worldly, witty, and sincere. She was also gorgeous, in a relatable sort of way. Fair, freckled skin, dark hair with beautiful blue eyes, and a good body—double D cups (if I remember correctly) with large, pale nipples.

 
After talking online for more than six weeks (covid plus both living in our parents houses) we finally decided to have an official ‘date’. We decided on a local drive-in movie theater. To preface, we had flirted plenty in our month and a half of knowing each other, but never sexted or anything like that. We were going into this with the kind of clean slate that leaves the nature of the date ambiguous, but it was juxtaposed against a strong but unspoken undercurrent of sexual tension. It was covid, anyways—everyone in the world was backed up, even without a tinder date.