I knew Ashley from college. We’d gone to a small school in the northwest, and lived in the same dorm on different floors. It’s in a tiny town and there’s not much else beyond the college, so almost everyone lived in dorms all four years. Ours was known for being a little hippy-ish, even by the standards of our pretty hippy school. (One thing we were notorious for was the occasional “underwear party” in someone’s room. All told, it was pretty tame, usually just some drinks and music in an undersized dorm room while everyone was in their underwear. It was shockingly non-sexual… well, about as non-sexual as a group of near-naked and tipsy college students can be. The point is that despite what DareDorm tells you, a bunch of people hanging out in their underwear doesn’t actually turn into an orgy that easily.)
Ash and I had been pretty good friends while I was there… and occasionally we’d get each other off. Not regularly enough that I’d even call her a FWB, but from time to time we’d tumble into bed. It somehow never affected our friendship, and outside of those times we’d never really even flirt or talk about sex. All told, we probably hooked up maybe 7 or 8 times during the three years we overlapped (she was a year behind me).