If I’d ever thought that anything like this was going to happen in my entire life, I would have told you I was crazy.
Here I was sitting on my bed, in my room with the shades drawn, the sunlight gently coming through.
It was eight O’clock on a Saturday morning, and I was staring deeply into the eyes of my best friend, Sara. She was still asleep, her hands curled around her blanket, on the other side of me on my double bed. Her skirt and school blouse were thrown onto the floor in a heap, I could see the poster of Hugh Jackman with his Wolverine claws extended out stapled to the door.
The closed door, the white carpeting was littered with the beer bottles that we’d drunk from the last night.
I hurriedly got out of bed, my Nightshirt falling back down over my naked ass. That wasn’t unusual, I usually slept that way, with just a tee shirt on I mean. In all honesty, I hated wearing any underclothing on at all – even when I was a littler girl, I hated the tightness feeling around my waist and legs.
As soon as it was time for bed, or even if I was home, I would charge up into my room and strip them off, usually slipping into a skirt or something if it was still the daytime or into my Sleep Tee if it was night.
At first my mom had tried to curb my tendencies for not wearing underwear, but had finally given up after her putting them on me every morning, and me stripping them off as soon as humanly possible, and cutting them into strips.
Mom got tired of spending money, and I got tired of cutting.
It was only about the time that I got my period did I finally relent and start to wear underwear, there wasn’t any other way for me to keep the blasted pad on, and I certainly didn’t want to puncture myself with a tampon.
I first met Sara in third grade, she’d been wearing a white cowboy shirt and a pair of jeans. She offered me a cupcake from her lunchbox and that was how we’d become friends.
The friendship has lasted for twelve years, only last night did it begin to take a turn for the better.
We’d just gotten home for the weekend; it was the start of our spring break, from Occidental College. I was a Marketing Major, and Sara had decided that she wanted to go into Equine studies.
There weren’t any papers due for the whole break, as Last night had been our last midterm. As soon as that was over, we had hurried to my small Jetta and driven home.
Mom and Dad were of course; glad to see us, asking how the finals/midterms were and what we had in mind for the rest of the week. We’d said that we just wanted to go ahead and rest.
My parents understood our needs and told us that they were going to go out with the Glickman’s from next door for a dinner and more than likely, would not be home until late that night, or very early this morning.
Sara and I had said that was fine, we were more than capable of taking care of ourselves, and that was that. They got into their Jeep Grand Cherokee and Headed out into the night.
Exhausted, Sara and I collapsed on the couch. I managed to get there first, and sprawl my arms out totally in a state of relaxation.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Sara grinned at me, your hogging the couch, come on, I want some room too…”
“Oh and what are you going to do about it?” I teased, smiling at her in the best way that I could.
“Oh nothing much…” She said slyly as she slid in next to me, and instantly went for my open armpits,
Of course, this was my one weak spot, and I burst out in uncontrollable giggles. “Hey!” I wheezed, very nearly unable to catch my breath. “No fair.”
“Alls fair in love and war…” Sara responded back with a wry grin upon her face.
“Oh, is that so?” I said, with a grin of my own, as I skillfully turned and started to tickle her back. Her bulky sweatshirt was in the way, and I artfully made my way upward. Soon enough, I could feel her warm flesh, and the warm wetness that her armpits were making. This was it, the spot. I interwove my fingers right in the spot, and seconds later, Sara began to squeal like a little girl over the tickling sensation.
“N-No come on, that T-tickles!” Sara squealed as she tried to push me away; this of course, only seemed to fuel me more, and I tickled her harder.
Pretty soon, her face was flushed and sweat was dripping from her forehead. “Whew…” She said with a gasp. “You’re good.” She looked over at me. “Do you mind if I take this sweatshirt off, it feels like its a thousand degrees in here.”
I shrugged, we’d both seen each other in various stages of undress, and this was nothing new. “Here, let me get you some water.” I got up and headed into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a pitcher of water, and a few glasses.
When I returned, Sara had not only shed her shirt, but her pants and shoes as well, leaving her in just her underwear and bra. “I’m sorry.” She explained hastily, I was a littler hotter than I thought, you really got me worked up.”
