Lay down to face her.

I positioned myself a foot or so away from Sameera's face. We took turns with the joint, slowly blowing smoke into the space between our faces. Each time as it cleared, I got a look into Sameera's big, brown eyes. At times our feet or knees brushed together, but I couldn't tell if this was Sameera being affectionate or just really high and trying to get comfortable. Because we were so close together on the small mattress, at more than one point my hand brushed up against her breasts in the process of passing the joint. They weren't overblown like Crystal's enormous funbags, but they were tastefully plump, like they would each perfectly fit into a hand. I felt an erection struggling for freedom, but did my best to ignore it.

We talked about Ayanna, how ditsy and annoying she was, and I refrained from saying that it was nice to have her around as eye candy. The conversation turned to the relocation situation, and Sameera reiterated her well-known belief that no matter what we did or where we stayed, the world was falling to shit.

After an hour or so, Sameera excused herself, saying she had made plans to meet up with her sister in the dining car. The two were very close, so I made no attempt to join uninvited. Sameera got up and strode out of the room, leaving me with a partial erection that felt a but crusty, I (was noticing,) from my encounter with Crystal just a few hours before.