The girls get kissed

"Yes," said Olga, looking the girls up and down approvingly. "Very kissable."

"Hey, that's not what I wanted at all! I demand you let me go at... mmph!" Bonnie tried to twist her head away from Olga's questing lips. It was no use. She was trapped in the kissing pillory, standing upright, head and hands protruding through holes in a flat wooden board. A sign over her head read KISS ME QUICK. Susie, beside her, was in the same predicament, writhing and squirming as Olga's equally tattooed friend plunged her Slavic tongue into the shy girl's mouth.

"This one taste like strawberries," she said. "Helga like."

"Finally, kissing booth open for business! Now we just need customer."

"We're supposed to be the customers, you... ow!" Olga had given Bonnie a disapproving smack on the jeans-clad posterior. "How dare you? We're paying guests in this establishment!"

"You no pay. We talk of this already. You not smart, but you pretty, so it okay. Look, here come real customer now."

Somebody was coming round the corner. Susie's heart sank as she saw who it was. A pleasant, bespectacled, slim and not unhandsome face, belong to a certain individual from math club. He stopped short, blinking in surprise at the spectacle that lay before them.

"Oh, no," she said, softly.

"Hey, it that boy you have a crush on!"

"How did you know? I mean, wait, no I don't, I only like girls! I mean... aaah! Why do you have to talk like the Hulk? It's so confusing!"

"It just how Olga talk."

"Hi, Susie," said Ben Hoolihan, stopping in front of the kissing pillory and looking Susie up and down. "So you only like girls? That's interesting."

"No I don't! I like boys!"

"That's even more interesting. You must want to kiss me, then, since I'm a boy."

"You're not listening," said Susie, frostily. "I don't want to kiss anything ever. I definitely don't want to kiss you, since you're a... mmmpph!" Ben had taken hold of her pigtails and come in for a tender, passionate kiss, his warm lips meeting hers in an intimate and shockingly lewd embrace. When he finally pulled away, she glared at him accusingly and tried to ignore the pounding of her heart.

"Disgusting," she muttered.

"But there's a sign."

"I don't care. You're never to do anything like that to me ever again."

"Or me," said Bonnie, glaring daggers of solidarity in Ben's direction. "I don't want your mouth coming anywhere near me, you dirty little pervert."

"Okay," said Ben, reaching out to fondle Bonnie's right breast through her gingham shirt. She squawked in horror as his fingers drifted over her body, stroking and squeezing, feeling out the shape of her bra-cup. "Ben, you fucking dork, what the hell are you doing? Stop!"

"No."