..to work together through everything… As I was lost in thought suddenly my phone rings and I jump. I think to myself, ‘who would be calling...me at this hour as it is late at night?’ I answer the phone ‘ hello?’ but no one answers on the other end, so I say hello a couple more times but still no answer. I figure someone was just prank calling me so I hang up. I lay back down but just as I lay my head on my pillow my phone rings again but this time it is not a phone call it is just a text.. “Hmmm, Friday?”I nodded,“I’ve got nothing planned and this is my off weekend, so that is fine with me.”“Great!”It was time for her to pay for her cigarettes, we said our farewells and she left, I paid for my food and left, the week passed in quite a blur as work suddenly picked up and had me running around like a beheaded chicken. When Friday rolled into my sights I couldn’t wait to sign off my shift and get home, I was bone tired. It was around 5 o’clock when my phone woke me from my sleep,. (although I would have a hard on every time I would be with her).She used to joke around saying she shall teach me how to be good in bed as we both knew that I was a virgin and she was not.It was then this one rainy evening that we were out shopping some stationery that this topic of friends with benefits came up and the conversation was like:I: I firmly believe in the idea of friends with benefits….i like the concept of havin fun without the complications.She: So do I.(A minute of Awkward. I was young and a virgin. My sexual experience was, at that point, limited to looking and (frequent) masturbation. It became apparent I was not the only one in the with these thoughts. Soon girls began sliding closer to guys and vise-versa. Each couple coming up with a seeming innocent pretense to sit close under a blanket. A girl named Erika slowly slid over and began talking to me. "It's getting a bit chilly, can we share that blanket you have?" "Sure, no problem," I replied a bit nervously..