The first time I spent the night at my girlfriend's house (yay, lesbians!) was a bit of a disaster on my part. We had just started dating and agreed that nothing sexual was going to happen that night, so I was pretty relaxed. She went through a lot of trouble setting up a romantic picnic in her room with fruit and sparkling grape juice (we were too young to drink). It was really sweet. As the night went on, we ended up cuddling on her bed. I had been tickling her on and off most of the night and she finally got me back. I kicked out and my foot connected with her laptop on her bedside table. The laptop stayed on the table, but it moved enough that it knocked my wineglass with juice in it to the floor. Luckily the glass didn't break, but the juice stained her rug. Later that night, I was sitting on her floor so she would have to get up to tickle me. I was getting tired, which makes me act kinda weird, and I was starting to get a bit turned on. She started talking about how she has all these fancy massage oils, which wasn't helping. I ended up lying on her floor and hiding inside my shirt so she couldn't see me blushing. Then she asked me to cuddle with her. Instead of getting up and walking over like a normal person, or even crawling over, I procceeded to inch my way across her floor like a caterpillar while still hiding in my shirt. We're still together, although she occasionally teases me about that night. Not only is she amazing for sticking with me after that awkward night, she has wholeheartedly embraced my love of Firefly and Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog.