Kate is one of my best friends. We met in one of those bizarre, fated kind of ways. We happened to go to a board game bar at the same time because we both home from college and feeling lonely. We got paired together, started talking, and suddenly three hours had past before we had even opened the box. We left to grab food, and I invited her over to hang out more afterward. It’s New Year’s Eve, and she invites me to a new age-y New Years party that she got roped into going to with her mother. It was a hell of a good time, and we sat together at a bonfire and talked about everything from philosophy to kinks to emotional trauma. By the time we stopped hanging out that first time, 33 hours had past, we had slept on a couch together, and we nearly had sex.
In the two years between meeting and this story, we continued to be incredibly intimate and continued to not have sex. We have slept in the same bed often, are not shy about telling each other we love each other, and have platonically kisses on the lips once. But it’s the kind of deeply intimate relationship where adding sex inorganically would almost cheapen it, if that makes sense. If we decided in the moment we really wanted to I’m sure we would, but that hasn’t happened yet and I don’t particularly expect it to.