This is a story about the most genuinely ‘friends-with-benefits’ experiences I’ve had. Often stories here about friends-with-benefits are full of tropes which make the whole experience seem more like a porn scene than a totally casual, solely positive sexual experience between friends. It’s not always possible to sleep with someone who’s your friend and for it to make no different to your friendship, and I don’t want to pretend that it always works like this. I’m just going to write this as it happened so you get an accurate impression of how fun and casual this was.
My name’s George, and I’m from the UK. Anna and I have been friends since university – not quite the same friendship circle, but good enough to spend many evenings chatting together about politics or literature. Anna’s a free-willed New Zealander with brown straight hair, a friendly smile and a passionate interest in all things political. I would say that she’s good-looking and cute rather than bombshell gorgeous in the stereotypical way, which I’m not particularly into anyway, but with a great personality – basically the sort of female friend you don’t necessarily fantasise about all the time, until you do. She has a cool slightly hipsterish dress sense, great boobs which she mostly conceals under T-shirts and jumpers, and a great sense of humour.