About 5 years ago, my friend, Daria (names changed), and her friend Anya were in town for the weekend and Anya wanted to get a tattoo. I lived in a neighborhood with tons of bars, restaurants, and tattoo parlors, so I offered to let them crash on my couch afterwards since it would be a late night. My apartment was a pseudo-one bedroom; there were walls separating the living room from the bedroom but no doors, two floor-to-ceiling cutouts and a gap at the ceiling along the longest wall, so there was visual privacy but no real sound privacy.

Now, Daria and I were just friends at this point but already had a history. She was actually the first woman I ever met up with from Tinder, and we were FWBs for several months before she had to move to a different city. That had been a year previous though and we had only hung out non-sexually since then whenever she visited. At the time this happened, I had started seeing someone for a few weeks and while we weren’t exclusive, I wasn’t looking for anything else and was planning on starting a serious relationship. To paint a mental picture, Daria’s white, about 5’1″, long dark hair, thicc, and a distractingly massive chest while I’m mixed Asian/white, 5’7″, bearded, slight bit of a dad bod but in fairly good shape. Anya is about 5’0, SE Asian, olive skin, short dark hair, slender and petite. Read more »