FWB 16 Years Later

I meet up with my friends in the Valley, and I end up deciding to revisit a FWB from 16 years ago. It’s going to be worth it. I slept with this guy on my 20th birthday. It was the single best memory of my 35+ years. I’ll go into depth before this makes the final round of edits, but basically he was a back waiter at the top restaurant in the world, and I was a stagier in the kitchen. Five years after that I was dining there with my husband (boyfriend at the time) and he was now a sommelier there, and I was still cooking. We ended up making out in the hallway when I got up to use the restroom. Besides a woman I made out with at the beginning of our relationship, that was my only physical indiscretion over 11 years. About 3 years ago I was at a seated VIP industry event (we were now both in the same industry now, and I’d learned through the small world channels that he had reached the highest level of success) and as I was beginning to taste he was seated right next to me. I’m sure I blushed eight ways from Tuesday. I wasn’t even able to make small talk.

We’d been together a few times after my birthday. Honestly his memory astounded me by recalling encounters I’d long forgotten. From the tequila I’d brought back from my spontaneous drive to Mexico before my birthday, to having sex on the beach in “linen pants” (I don’t even know why or how he remembers those...did he rip them?).

We were connected on Facebook, I never really thought much about him, but I always, always, thought about my birthday night with him. Jump to February 18. Things weren’t working out with The Italian, and out of nowhere I thought it would be a good idea to hit up this guy and see if he was single. I remember not really knowing what I was doing, but my first message was sent to him at around nine at night on a tuesday and I was apparently eating celery soup and a cheap bottle of white Rhone when I thought it would be a good idea to text him to see if he was single. He was indeed, and we were hitting it off like over 15 years hadn't gone by. That night I even texted a friend, who I was working the pantry station with at another top restaurant at the time, and who was now one of the top 10 chefs in the country, to tell her we’d be hooking up. Because I’m a teenage girl.

On February 22, we ended up hanging out at my house not long after that. He was the first guy that I’d had come over since my ex moved out. I was nervous, but hey, we were friends and at the top of our game in the industry. We’d have a good time. And we did. Talking. Before he left things got heated, but I wasn't ready yet. Plus I was worried about the implications of us hooking up in such a small industry. He’d messaged a few times since then, but nothing serious.

Jump to mid October. I’ve been thinking about him. We have so many of the same friends, we’ve got a ton in common, and the sex was great. I was spending the night in Napa and needed to get laid. I texted him, he was busy at an industry event until late. We message the next morning and he wants me to come over and sleep in with him. That honestly sounded perfect, but I had to get back for an event. I’d be back Thursday, and he’d be free. That’s how I ended up blind tasting at an industry heir’s house while she made us incredible chili. We hung out the rest of the evening, I’m thinking, cool, we’re friends. We hang out at his house, continue the party, watch a little TV in bed...and then the sex was fucking amazing. Single best orgasm of the last 12 years.

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