Those two cute girls from the fourth floor, the ones who always made him blush, are standing by the bathroom door.

“Hey, Russ,” one of them, Mary Ann, says in a cheery voice. “What you up to?”

“I just hafta...” he says, pointing to the bathroom door.

“Ah,” says the other one. Cheri. “There might be a little wait.”

“How long,” Russell asks.

Cheri giggles. “He wants to know how long.” The two girls look at each other. Their eyes gleam.

“But it looks empty,” Russell says.

“Here,” Mary Ann says. “Have a puff of weed while you wait. It’s good stuff.”

“I don’t...” Russell starts to say, but before he can finish, the joint is between his lips. He can feel the wet of it, and Mary Ann’s fingers holding it.

“That’s it,” Mary Ann says. “Suck in that deep sweet smoke.”

Russell coughs.

“It must have gone the wrong way,” Mary Ann says to Cheri. Mary Ann’s eyes are so big and wet. “Here, try again.”

“I really have to...”

“He has cute ears,” Cheri says.

“Really?” Mary Ann says.

“The cutest I’ve seen so far.” Cheri stands up on tiptoe and kisses Russell’s ear. Just a little kiss. “Clean as a button,” she says.

“Let me try,” Mary Ann said. She kisses Russell’s other ear. “Mm, you’re right.”

Both girls kiss at the same time. Lips and tongues. Wet tickling tongues. Russell squirms.

“Please,” he says.

The girls kiss harder. Almost more than Russell can stand. At last they let up.

“Okay,” one of them says. “I guess you can go in now.”

“Yeah,” says the other one, her hand gripping Russel’s fully erect cock, “but we’re going to have to go in there with you. To make sure there’s no hanky panky.”