When I was eighteen and in my first year of college, I met my new best friend. Her name was Megan. She was a vulgar and out there kind of girl, but sweet and caring all the same. She swore a lot and didn't censor anything she talked about, but she knew when to dial it back and be kind and gentle. That's what I really liked about her. Now, I use the word 'friend' to describe her but being the young lesbian I was, I remember having the biggest crush on the bisexual Megan.
We had another close friend named Gavin who lived on his own in a small apartment. He would often invite the two of us and a few others over on the weekends for drinks and good fun. I didn't drive yet, so I relied on Megan to be my ride to and from Gavin's apartment. She often let herself get crazy drunk and would have to stay the night at his apartment. Because she was my ride, I'd stay with her.
After finals had come to a close, we were invited over to Gavin's place for an 'end of the semester' party. Most of the program was invited. Megan and I showed up around 10:00 that night, everyone else was already there. We had a few beers and a couple of vodka shots and before we knew it, it was 2:00am. Megan was tired. Gavin offered her his bed as he wanted to stay up a while longer. Megan wasn't outrageously drunk but she was smart enough to decide she shouldn't drive. She accepted the offer and headed off to bed, deciding to drive home that morning. Shortly after, I felt tired too. Megan was still awake when I walked into Gavin's room.
"Hey, can I sleep in here too?" I asked my friend.
"Yeah, sure." She agreed.
I crawled in beside her, the rest of the party going on outside the closed door. We lied together for a while underneath the covers. Megan was lying between me and the wall. I felt her tap my shoulder and turned over to talk to her.
"Hey bud, move out of the way. I gotta piss." She told me.
Feeling too tired to move, I didn't budge.
"Jill. Move." She demanded.
I refused.
"Jill, if you don't get off this bed I will tickle you until you pee yourself. Move."
I suddenly felt a little flirtatious. I gave her a cheeky grin and closed my eyes, pretending I'd fallen asleep.
"You asked for this." She said.
And then it happened. She snuck her hand up my shirt and began dancing her fingers all around my ticklish belly. Laughter escaped me and I began to squirm. Before I could give up and get out of the bed, I found her on top of me, smiling devilishly. She began to tickle me. She tickled me more intensely than I'd ever been tickled before. Her hands were all over my belly. I screeched.
"HAHAHAH MEGAN! HAHAH MEGAN I'M SO TICKLISH! STAHAHAP!"
She didn't stop. I laughed wildly as she squeezed my sides and then crawled her fingers up and down my ribs. I was a squirming and squealing mess.
"HAHAHAH EEEEP!" I cried out, "MEHEHEHEHEGAN!!"
I rolled over to my other side and fell right off the bed. I lied on the floor and looked up, only to see Megan grinning down at me. I knew she was going to continue tickling me. I tried to bolt for the door but she snatched my ankle and began tickling my barefoot. She held my ankle in such a tight grip I couldn't escape the ticklish sensations.
"NOHOHO!!! HAHAHAH!!!"
I couldn't stand it. I felt as though I would die if she didn't stop tickling me. Just as I was losing my breath from laughing, she stopped. I breathed heavily for a few seconds and let out a sigh of relief. It was over.
We began dating a month later.
