I have this friend, let’s call him Tim. He was one of the first people I met when I started university, and before long we were both part of a close group of friends. Right from the beginning, there was always a bit of an attraction between the two of us. In fact, at a Halloween party in our first year, we got drunk, made out a bit, and ended up back in his room. At the time, however, I was young and inexperienced and had recently broken up with my high school boyfriend, so when his hands started drifting below the waist, I panicked and made an excuse to leave.
We never really discussed what happened that night, and before long we both started dating other people. Tim and I remained close friends, though, and were always very flirtatious. There was a lot of cuddling, special nicknames, suggestive eyebrow-raising, that sort of thing. It probably didn’t help that our friend group was prone to making a lot of sexual jokes and innuendos. Not to mention that most of the guys, and some of the girls, tended to take their clothes off when they were drunk. There were several parties where it seemed like everyone was just couple drinks short of starting an orgy.