Dean was useless for much of the next day. About every thirty seconds he thought, 'tonight!' He couldn't concentrate on anything at all. Even his Arab...c lesson in the sleep-learner didn't seem to do him much good. Bushra didn't help either. She knew exactly what he was thinking and wiggled and jiggled various interesting parts of her anatomy at him, grinning all the time. Strangely, her being fully dressed made it sexier for Dean. After all the minimally clothed women on Earth, and the naked. She just turned 18 last week. I let her in. We begin to exchanging welcomes. "Becky, I have a surprise for you." What's that?" Lets go in here in my room. I lock the front door and we go into my bedroom. I close the door. "So what's your surprise?" I sit on my bed. "Have a seat." She sits beside me. I reach under my bed and pull out my bowl. "Look what I've got." "Oh hell ya" she replies. We had done this together a couple of times before and she loved it. We smoke several bowls as we. We are supposed to be out there during the class break anyway, and it is only a few minutes." OK Rosie. Is it OK to call you Rosie?" Call me anything you like. Just call. Well I guess that is silly, You are practically the only guy who has never called me. Why is that? Most guys think I am passable, and you should know I never turn anyone down. Do you think I'm fat and ugly." Far from it. You are beautiful. You used to be a little pudgy, but I think all the exercise must agree with you. You are. But while we fight in real life and drive our parents up the wall I can still secretly fantasise about her. Which I do.It started with a single moan. Sarah's room is next to mine and most of the time we argue over whose music is too loud and annoying. At night when I touch myself I keep quiet so nobody will hear, especially not Sarah through the wall. I'm not the only hormonal teenager in the house, so if I'd thought about it I would've guessed that she did it too - biting her lip as she rubbed.