Friends With Benefits - FWB - is easy. Really easy. Obviously you should be friends first. It is usually because you've got similar interests, or you find the other person engaging and easy to talk to. Sure, there needs to be some "spark" and some physical attraction, but isn't that always the case?
No Strings Attached - NSA - that's where things get harder. Do the fuck buddies in the FWB have open relationships with other partners? Generally, this is pretty safe - everyone is on the same page and nobody (usually!) has any misunderstandings. With that said, NSA is much more difficult in reality. One or both partners usually has an emotional attachment as well. It is a great idea, but the primate brain usually has other ideas.
Usually, between FWB's in a discreet NSA relationship, there's a mutual bond - you've both got something to lose inside and outside the relationship because the regular partner or partners are being kept in the dark. Is that cheating? Yes it is. Only the two people in that FWB relationship can determine if they can live with that, or if it will damage all the relationships so much that they will not heal. For FWB's who are both in an open relationship, it's all good, but the green-eyed monster, Jealousy will rear his ugly head if you're not careful. - Author
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My first open "sharing" experience involving an FWB started out the Summer that I'd met G from my previous post. We hadn't seen each other in weeks, but had talked on the phone and sent some pretty hot and horny letters back and forth which were fuel for some serious masturbation sessions at both ends while we couldn't be together. Frankly, we were both pretty busy with our jobs at the camps where we were working, but the season was winding down.
We had one young lady - just 18 years old - I'll refer to as K. K was an English girl who was very pretty, with a small chest and a slight build, but a cute ass. She was seeing a guy at camp who worked at the waterfront and they'd been an item for the whole of the summer. The guy had to leave early for the season for whatever reason - I never did find out. Once he'd left, she shifted her interest to me.
My week with G - and in particular, our one night of wild, raw, passionate sex that we'd had until that time had given me a sense of confidence and maybe a bit of swagger that I didn't normally have - it might just be my ego talking, but I felt more self-assured. K had been flirting with me for the better part of the time that her beau, Terry, had been gone. As it was the end of the season, the Director took the entire group of us out for dinner just before we started to close the camp down for the season. K made sure to ride with me in my car down to the dinner and sit next to me when we got there.
While we were all sitting at the table enjoying our meal and drinks and tossing around conversation and jokes to entertain the group, I jumped and damn near choked to death on my dinner - K had reached under the table, run her hand from my knee to my crotch and proceeded to squeeze my package rhythmically under the table with her left hand, while still appearing lady-like and eating dinner with her right hand. I gently removed her hand from my crotch and shot her a glance to see if I could get her to behave. She spent the rest of the night trying to get my attention and rubbing my calf with her calf under the table.
The drive back was very, very quiet, but we had passengers in the back. I deliberately hooked up with a group of guys that I'd worked with at the camp in the past and knew well on arriving back at the parking lot so that I wouldn't have be alone with K. Don't get me wrong, she was cute and all, but I was seeing G - it felt wrong. She peeled away from the group and headed back to her cabin and I left the group shortly after to call G. On the phone, I told her about the evening's hijinks and she laughed in that throaty and musical tone she had - I'm sure she was laughing both at as well as with me. She said, "Why don't you?"
"Why don't I what?"
"You thick boy! Why don't you go screw her silly?"
I told G that I really didn't feel right about doing that, but she said that she didn't have any problem with it so long as I came back to her bed for great sex, and I told her every dirty, naughty detail of what I did with K.
"Wait, what? I've got your permission to go sleep with K?"
"Well, if you're sleeping with her, you're a bigger fool than I think - which I already am convinced of because you're sleeping with me. Shouldn't you be licking and fucking her rather than falling asleep?
I sat in silence considering what to reply.
"You're sure?"
"Yeah, just don't screw up and get her pregnant or pick up some nasty disease. Oh, and you'd better get your sweet ass back into my bed as quickly as you can! Love you, but I've got to go."
I wished her a good night and hung up the payphone standing shell-shocked by her revelation. Exhausted from the day's work and a bit buzzed from the drinks with dinner, I headed for my bunk.
The next morning, K sidled up to me at breakfast as I was pouring myself a much needed coffee. She looked distressed. We'd been friends and co-workers for the whole Summer and even though she'd been seeing Terry, we'd always had fun together. I think that must have been what was on her mind. I stood by holding the pot to see if she wanted a cup, but she shook her head, "no" and I put it back on the burner. She stepped closer and whispered to me, "Did I do something wrong?"
She knew I was seeing someone as I'd get regular mail at staff mail call in the morning that had some fragrant cologne (G's favorite, with a hint of patchouli in it.) on it that would waft through the room. I'd get some abuse, wolf whistles, and "woo-hoo's!" from the guys in the room about it, but simply smile and tuck it in a pocket for reading in private later.
I told K what I'd been thinking the night before and the basic outline of my conversation with G. She perked up almost immediately, but turned shy. "Maybe later?" she asked.
"Maybe. Would you like that?"
