Anna and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. We met in school sometime around fifth or sixth grade and for some reason stayed friends to this day, both of us being 23 now.
But the thing about us is that it had never been romantic, mostly because she dated one of my best friends and my next door neighbor for almost 6 years. Anna was actually probably the best wing man I’ve ever had and has been directly responsible for some of the best sex of my life without being the one who my cock was inside. She always made visiting her at college worth it because, as it usually is, a gorgeous girl like Anna tended to have extremely good looking friends. And when these girls saw the profound affection Anna and I had for each other knowing we weren’t romantically involved, it seemed to immediately make her friends see me as someone who they could trust for casual sexual encounters.
But this story isn’t about those (awesome) encounters.