Yes, two girls.

Before I knock at the door of #102, I check my list. According to this, there are three girls living here, all 20 or 21: Cynthia Gregg, Kenzie Leal, and Vicky Wright. I raise my hand—and the door opens. The girl standing in front of me is tall, black-haired, slender, and absolutely stunning. She also looks mildly stunned, which is no surprise, since she clearly wasn’t expecting me to be standing here. Her expression shifts almost immediately to suspicion. “Who are you?” she asks.

“I’m sorry to startle you,” I say sincerely. “I’m Iain Roberts—I’m the new building manager. I’m just going around introducing myself to the tenants.”

The girl’s face clears immediately, then looks interested. “I’m Kenzie Leal,” she says, holding out a hand. I take it. She holds it softly as she looks me slowly up and down, her eyes fixing for a moment on my hips and chest. “Very happy to meet you,” she adds before dropping my hand. “I expected another bald fat guy. I never would have thought the old bitch would bring such a hottie into the building.”

I feel my face getting red. Kenzie laughs delightedly. “Oh, we’re going to have fun,” she purrs, before adding more briskly, “But not right now—unfortunately...I have to be to class.”

I clear my throat. “Before you go, Kenzie, here’s my card. I’m collecting pictures of all the tenants to help me keep everyone straight. If you would text me a picture of yourself and have your roommates do the same—are they here, by the way?—I would appreciate it.”

Kenzie takes my card and looks at it. “Sure thing, cutie,” she coos, enjoying my renewed blush. “I’ll have a little time on my ride to campus. Cynthia’s at the U, but Vicky hasn’t left yet.” She turns and calls over her shoulder, “Hey, Vic! Come meet the new building manager!” Then she ducks into the hall and heads out.

The girl who emerges is an equally tall, slender, and stunning blonde. I introduce myself, managing not to react (I think) when Vicky licks her lips. “I’ll be happy to send you a picture,” she says, “but you don’t want to stop there, do you?” Still holding my hand, she draws me into the apartment and shuts the door. “I don’t have class for a couple hours, and no one else is home. We have time to get to know each other better.” Who am I to argue? I think.

She leads me into one of the bedrooms. “We all sleep in the master bedroom so we can save this one for guests,” Vicky says with a wink. She pushes me lightly against the wall and drops to her knees to pull my jeans and panties down around my knees. My head is spinning as she leans in and starts to kiss at my thighs and nuzzles her face in between them. She snakes her tongue out and gently runs it along my labia. “Mmm, so yummy,” she coos. I groan as she looks up at me innocently while she works her tongue against my pussy. She swirls her tongue around and then teases it across my clit, causing me to shudder.

My pleasure builds steadily and fast, and soon I groan, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me sweetie,” Vicky purrs. She starts sucking at my clit in earnest and runs her hands along my hips to hold me steady. She moans against my pussy and the vibrations are enough to send me over the edge. I throw my head back with a loud moan and my knees go weak while I cum. I see stars. It’s been a long time since I’ve cum that hard. When I look down again, Vicky is looking up at me, her lips and chin wet with my juices. She gives my pussy a final lick . “Mmmmm,” she purrs. “I love the taste of pussy.”

She peels off her shirt, revealing bare, perky tits, declaring, “Now it’s my turn.” She drops her skirt and panties and climbs up on the bed. Vicky strikes a pose and says, “You wanted a picture, baby? Take your pic.” She grins.

“Umm,” I respond, a little flustered, “I’m not sure that would be . . . appropriate . . .”

“Come on, sexy,” she says. “Who’s gonna see it but you?”

I nod in agreement and raise my phone. “Besides,” Vicky adds, “if I know this building, you’re gonna have a lot of inappropriate photos really soon.” Fortunately, she says that just after I take her picture.

Vicky lays back on the bed, playing with her glistening little pink slit, and purrs, “Now, cutie, come show me what your tongue can do.”