So, I never knew exactly what her deal was, in fact I still dont know. There were some definate moments in our friendship where I questioned the way she really felt about me. It might've been the fact that she was just so open, or that she didn't have a personal bubble, or it was that she was into me. But I doubt it, cause she def liked guys. A lot. Still....
There was this one time that im giving her a massage. A deep one, and she was really sore, and she started making these....noises....kind of a turn on. Half jokingly I said, 'this would be better if you took your shirt off.' Immediately her shirt was off. So hot.
The first time we legit cuddled was one of my Monday-Night-Movie nights, and we were on my corner-couch, and she was siting in the corner, and I was sprawled out down one side, with my head in her lap. Half-way into the movie she decides she wants to lay down, so she turns into me, and slips her legs under me, so pretty much, im full on laying right on top of her, my head on her chest, arms wrapped around her, her legs wrapped around me.
Our friendship involved a lot of touching, we cuddled all the time, wrestled, pretty much any excuse I could use to feel her skin, I would take it. One day, we were lying on her bed, and she starts running her fingers up and down my arm, and we started having a conversation about how we like to be touched, and from then on, she kind of made a point of touching me that way, it was kind of a game for her, to try and make me shiver. I definately didn't mind...though, I had to fight her a little bit, to keep up appearances.
We had sleep overs periodically. These were my favorite. The first time we had a sleep over, we had dragged a matress into my livingroom floor and we were both just about to go to bed, and she whips off her shirt, and shes just in a sports bra, she asks if I mind. Of course I say no. And this begins the string of greatest sleeps ever. She was someone that you could spoon all night. And she usually fell asleep first. I would trace my fingers all over her bare skin, gentley rest my lips on her bare shoulders. Hold her tight and let her body curve into mine. Mmm.
Probably the weirdest thing was when we accidentally kissed....twice. Two seperate times, similar things happend. And it was soooo.... I don't even know... Cause its never happened with anyone else, and loking at it, I don't even understand how it happend, but we were at this party, and it was packed. Wall to Wall. And I we were talking, and she wanted to go somewhere, so she starts walking, and I start following, and all of a sudden she turns around like she forgot something, and our lips meet. It doesn't make any sense, cause I didn't think I was following her that close, and she is a solid 3'' taller than me, and it was just our lips...we didn't smash our faces, we didn't bump our noses, and one inch either way wouldve made it not a kiss, but as it was, it was a straight up kiss. I question it because she wouldve had to try to do that, but at the same time, it was so perfect, I doubt she couldve pulled it off like that.
So pretty much that was us. She kind of went AWOL and moved back to BC. I haven't seen her for about a year. We've still kept in touch. Email, facebook, the occassional phone call. I'm thinking about going out there to visit in November...
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