My first ever friend with benefits was when I was around 17 years old, I felt like king of the world and I could get away with anything that I wanted to. She was a a very athletic but relatively petite dirty blonde girl. I quickly learned that she was extremely loyal and kinky, whatever I wanted her to do she would always say yes no matter what it would involved. After 6 months of a lot of fun, sneaking around and getting her to carryout some of my wildest fantasies, we stopped the fun when I moved to university.
However, we never stopped keeping in touch and whenever one of our relationships hit a major bump then we would take the frustrations out on one another. this didn’t happen often but probably 3 times in the 6 years after we stopped our regular fun.
This particular occasion occurred when we were both living in London as young professionals. I thought I could get away with anything, earning a reasonable salary and able to afford decent bars dinner etc to show off to who ever my current interest was. I was in a steady, yet not overly exciting relationship at the time when my friend, Emily, messaged me asking if I wanted to go out for a drink that Saturday. A drink was something we did rarely so I accepting in the knowledge this would be more cordial.