If you have sex with your best girl friend––though for better advice, I highly suggest you check out Riese’s amazing site, Autostraddle) girl, there may come a time when you become best friends with an extremely attractive boy, who may have taken up permanent residence in your emotional headspace if you’re a dude loving (although the same rules essentially apply.
It could simply so take place it becomes absolutely neccessary to kiss said hot, sweet, amazing unicorn-dude who just so happens to be your best guy friend that you may end up in a situation (alcohol induced or otherwise) where. The the next thing you understand the garments are traveling, the saliva is trading, and also you and your man buddy are boning. Like ridiculous, upright boning.
It may be tender and romantic, and an overall total Dawson and Joey minute which just acts to underscore the years of unspoken intimate stress amongst the both of you, or he could simply blow a raspberry on the face moment that is mid-tender. In either case, you, foxy woman, have simply had sex with a good man buddy, and you’re going to do about that if you’re right here, reading this post, you’re probably wondering what the hell.