I was a little bit high and a little bit drunk, so I had no reservations about sitting next to the coed who seemed to be doing her best not to be seen. I didn't really have any intention to hit on her. Not that she was bad looking, but I was really just looking for a place to sit down.
"I'm Tyler," I said by way of introduction.
"Megan'" she responded.
"You here alone?" I asked, kind of surprised at the possibility that she might be.
"No," she answered, "I'm here with a friend," My disappointment must have been obvious because she quickly added, "She went to get drinks. She should be back any minute."
No sooner had the words left her mouth, and her friend arrived, bearing red solo cups. She was surprised and thought I had been hitting on her friend in her absence. I suppose an argument could be made for that case, but, as I'd mentioned, that was not my intent. As I thought about it, however, I decided that not doing so would be an opportunity wasted. Her friend introduced herself as Brenda, she was average looking, which means only that she wasn't my type, and we all three sat awkwardly for a moment before Brenda suddenly needed to go ... do ... something. I don't know if they had a secret signal or what, but I was glad to have Megan to myself.
We talked for some time, but the sofa we were sitting on wasn't that comfortable and I was pretty sleepy. I asked if she would mind if I lied on her lap for a minute. Surprisingly, she said she wouldn't, but that she might have to get up soon after the beer hit. I didn't consider this a sexually forward thing. I didn't mean anything by it. I was simply drowsy and inebriated enough to think that this was a good idea. Well, of course it was a good idea, though I never would have proposed it sober. Once in position I was amazed at how much more intimate our conversation became. She played with my hair—probably very absent mindedly, like one would pet a dog—but it was nice. Until I fell asleep.
I vaguely remember her walking me back to my dorm. I couldn't get the key in the lock, so she had to do it. I woke up the next morning and had to piss like a racehorse. It was only after I relieved myself and was getting back into bed that I realized there was another person in my bed. It was Megan! I had forgotten whatever was said that made it possible for her to be in my bed, but I was not complaining. I got into bed, snuggled up to her and put my arm around her. She hugged my arm against her chest and was soon fast asleep. Despite my excitement at this new development, I too slept.
