I didn’t know what to do with myself. I could hear the girls talking to each other in the washroom.
“Sit.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be. These girls have had s*x with lots of guys. They’ll know what to do. Just go as slow as possible.”
“What if they both want to sleep with you?”
“That only happens in porno movies. Besides, they’re sisters.”
I heard the washroom door open. The girls came back in the den. One of them was holding a lighter that was the same colour as the contraption she had used to make the joint, which the other one was holding. In the light of the apartment, they looked even prettier than I had first thought. In a weird way, their features reminded me of Simon’s. They had big deep-set black eyes, perfectly symmetrical noses, and large pink lips. Without their jean jackets
