[M]y threesome [MFF] with my [F]riend and her [F]uture wife (Part 1)

This story has a little build-up, so I'll be breaking it into multiple parts.

I met Ava during my junior year of college through some mutual friends. She was very flirtatious, and we soon started hooking up with the understanding that I wasn't looking for a girlfriend and that she would be graduating in a couple of months to go abroad. We had some really fun, casual sex and then went our separate ways. I have some good stories from that time, which I'll write about later.

After graduation, we both got into relationships and only occasionally commented on each other's social media stories. Otherwise, we didn't really stay in touch.

A couple of years later, I was recently single when, out of the blue, I got a notification inviting me to Ava's birthday party. I was living in LA at the time, and she was in San Francisco. "I know it's a long shot, but if you're around that weekend, you should come over," she texted me. I told her I couldn't make it but thanked her and said we could hang out when I visited the Bay Area later that summer. I didn't assume we'd be anything more than friends at this point.

San Francisco is one of my favorite cities. Later that summer, I spent an awesome day picnicking and getting wine-drunk with some friends in Dolores Park. That evening, I hustled over to meet Ava at a cute little bar in the Sunset District.

When I walked in, she was sitting at the bar, chatting with the bartender (who I soon learned was one of her housemates). Ava is pretty and has a vibrant sexual energy about her. She has light skin, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and big beautiful tits, which were struggling to stay in her low-cut shirt. It was great catching up after so many years. We talked about our lives, jobs, and mutual friends. Ava mentioned she was in a relationship with a great girl—the first woman she'd ever dated long-term—and that she was really happy. This reinforced my assumption that this was purely a platonic friend date, and I continued to enjoy her company.

As the bar got more crowded, we moved to an outdoor area in the back and kept chatting. By this point, we were both tipsy from the drinks her bartender roommate had been pouring for us. Ava put on her coat, and we sat on a bench near the fire pit, though we were still chilly since San Francisco summers can be freezing. We started sitting closer to keep warm, and Ava started giving me friendly touches on my arm and leg as we talked. When it got late and too cold to stay outside, we decided to call it a night. Since I was too buzzed to drive, Ava suggested I walk her home and sober up a bit.

It was a classic foggy San Francisco night, and the neighborhood was beautiful as we walked through the marine layer. We moved from a buzzing main street to quieter residential streets lined with big Victorian houses.

When we reached her house, Ava turned toward me to hug me goodbye. As she pulled me close, I could smell her perfume and the alcohol on her breath. "I had a fun time catching up," I said. "Thanks for hanging out." Ava smiled and started to say something but paused. Instead, she looked up at me and gave me a big kiss.

"I just wanted to make sure I had a chance to do that tonight," she said.

We made out for a few minutes on her quiet street.

"I should have asked my girlfriend if this would be okay," she said. "I think she would be cool with me bringing you back here if I gave her a heads-up, but she's sleeping now."

I told her I understood and wanted to respect their boundaries.

Ava invited me inside to warm up and sober up. She showed me to her couch and got me a glass of water. Whispering goodnight, she gave me a big hug before disappearing into her bedroom.

After a couple of hours of sitting on the couch napping and playing on my phone, I walked back out alone into the San Francisco night and headed to my car. The fog had cleared slightly, and I could smell the ocean as I walked down the street, feeling young and alive.

Thanks for reading! Part 2 will be out soon!