This is, I suppose, the third installment with my friend Anne. You can read about our first encounter [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/2qbwm3/my_amazing_but_nearly_busted_encounter_with_my/) and our second time [over here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/334i3p/follow_up_on_my_encounter_with_my_best_friend/). If you don’t care to read those two, I’ll give you a little recap. Anne and I have been friends for years. We met in college and now both completing our respective doctorates at different universities a few hours away. There’s a sometimes mentioned sexual tension between us, but the timing has never been right for us to be an item – one of us has always been dating someone else, or there’s been a physical or emotional divide between us. The quintessential “bring home to the parents type,” she’s equally beautiful as she is intelligent and kind and one of the few people I’ve felt truly connected to, both physically and mentally. But I digress.
A few weekends ago, some mutual friends were getting married. As one of the groomsmen, I’ve known for months about the upcoming nuptials and as soon as I found out, I asked Anne if she’d like to be my date and she excitedly agreed. I’d been looking forward to the weekend for months. As with our last encounter, the first night together was tame. She came up the night before the wedding and, weary from travelling, we ate dinner then retired to the living room to watch the Simpsons like old times. It wasn’t long before she retired to bed, taking the guest room, much to my disappointment.