A couple years after I got out of college, an old FWB got in touch with me to tell me that he was coming to town to visit an old friend, but he had a full night free. Having many fond memories of him, I readily agreed, and we set up a time for him to meet me at my home.
Kyle showed up, just as stunning as I remembered him, but a bit less alone than I had hoped. After his friend asked to use the restroom, Kyle explained that he had tried to get away from his friend, but plans had fallen through and he hadn’t taken the hint that we had plans that didn’t really include a third person. Kyle promised, though, that his friend, Ben, was a super lightweight, if we just gave him a strong drink and watched a movie or something, he would be out in no time. So we settled in, drinks all around, chatted for a bit and then put a movie on. As promised, Ben was asleep within fifteen minutes. We gave him another ten minutes to make sure that he was really out, during which Kyle let his hands wander a bit, something that I didn’t object to in the slightest.