This went on for a few weeks. I supposed she was masturbating, but - remember this was the Thirties and before widely available pornography - I didn't...know how girls masturbated. The possibility that she was doing to herself something like what I was doing was extremely exciting for me and I looked forward to hearing her. We each tried to be quiet but I think each of us knew that the other knew.Sharing a bedroom meant that, no matter how carefully we planned it, accidents of overly exposed skin. While I wasn't worried, usually, someone was in the living room.I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of fresh coffee. I almost dropped it, when Ben popped out of nowhere, as he often does."Damn it! I spilled coffee! Shit that's hot," I glared at him.He grinned, obviously not contrite."Towels are in the drawer there, try not to leave a mess, or Courtney will give you what for," he responded with an evil chuckle.I snorted."Not if I tell her you did it," I laughed at him."Let me pour a. I don’t think I can wait till tomorrow to try it,” Brad said.“No, but we have the same lunch period.” Drew grinned and slapped Brad’s arm.“Fuck yeah; see you in a couple of hours!” Brad exclaimed.Lunch PeriodBrad slammed his lunch tray with his greasy pizza and bag of chips next to Drew who was grinning ear to ear with the iPad in hand.“So… did she drink it?” Brad asked“Fuck, yeah, she did. According to this app, everything is synched and ready to go.” Drew stated.“Where is she; she in here. All those 'guys' in your stories just around the corner from saving hot chicks in times of peril. So obvious. Sexy guys with skills. NightHeat: Women like skills. How in the hell are you in possession of the superpower bro code? DirtySins: Superpower? As in, invisible and skirting around shadows. Bro code? Who do you think came up with the candy kisses? Men like women with skills...wink. Pleased to meet you, Danger. I'll be giving candy kisses on Wednesday at 3. Gotta find me first. Haha.