[As I’ve written previously](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xt0yk9/my_childhood_friend_helped_me_get_over_my_ex/), near the end of my college days my childhood friend and apartment neighbor Emma helped me get over my ex by fucking me senseless. That first night with her is still surreal and it’s one of my most treasured memories.
However, that wasn’t the last time the two of us fooled around. The next morning, we disentangled ourselves, showered up, and had breakfast together. She made some apple pancakes that were only marginally less mind-blowing than the sex.
As we cuddled on the couch clutching mugs of coffee, I broached the question that I had been afraid to ask all morning.
“So… what’s next? What are we now?”
She lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me quizzically. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” I felt my face growing red from embarrassment. “We… I guess…. we had sex… are we still friends?”
She laughed, shaking her head slightly. “Do you still want to be friends?”
“I mean, yeah, of course,” I replied, not sure how to interpret the question.