Lauren was a freshman, trying to learn the ways of campus life, Steph was a sophomore who had some campus knowledge and experience, and they had met in an elective class together. This class was filled with people of all ages, as it was an elective and not necessarily a required course for any specific major. Steph managed to score some pot one Thursday, and she invited Lauren back to her dorm room to get high after class.

"Wow...this is so cool, I am fucked up," giggled Lauren as they both took long hits on the joint. Steph giggled along with her, both girls getting very high on the strong weed. Their conversation ran everywhere, and they both opened up to each other. As the joint came to a close, Lauren asked Steph about getting some more.

"Well, I got this from this guy named Dylan," explained Steph. He was a pre-med student from England that she had met in class last year, and he had his own apartment off campus. "I'll give him a call and see." They both fell apart laughing for no reason at all other than the fact that they were both high on the grass that they were smoking.

"He said that he has some good shit over at his place," explained Stephanie as she started to get up, her body weaving and woozy from the pot. "Come on, it's only a short walk." The girls grabbed their things and laughed the entire way over to his house, their bodies weaving across the road as they went.

Climbing the steps to his house, he greeted them both with a smile and a warm hello as they stumbled into his pad. It was a small one-bedroom place with books and magazines laying all about. He apologized for the mess, and the girls broke out in laughter at everything he was saying.

"So I guess you had a little of the herb on your way over, huh?" he asked, the girls breaking down and laughing together, each of them leaning against one another for support. He shook his head and smiled as he led them into his cluttered living room. "Sorry 'bout the mess, but with school and all....well, you know."

Lauren looked at him and smiled, his English accent sounding extremely sexy to her. She looked him over, taking in his light brown, curly hair, and the six o'clock shadow on his face. He was a tall guy, with a slim figure, and Lauren wondered about what happen if Stephanie was not there.

Dylan took stock of the girls as well, his eyes lingering over their bodies. He knew Steph from class, and he also knew that he could probably get in the pants of either one, seeing as they were younger and very wasted at the moment. Steph was a short blonde, with a cute face and a nice chest. Lauren was a bit taller, her long brown hair thick around her shoulders, and she also had a large chest. Both of the girls had big chests, and they were not slim, skinny waifs like most of the American girls he had met. Neither was fat, but he liked the fact that there was "some meat on their bones."

"I've got me bong in the living room," he explained, his accent sending thrills racing throughout Lauren's body. He sat down on the couch, Stephanie dropped into a small recliner next to the couch, and Lauren sat down on the floor between the two, her body leaning back against a coffee table that was in front of the couch. Dylan grabbed his bong and fired it up and taking a hit and turning to the girls. "Here you go, love."

The girls each took a long hit, the effects adding to their already half-baked minds, and they continued to giggle in long spurts as they just sat there. They began some inane conversations that really did not go anywhere, but the smoke and the weed all contributed to keeping them in a strange place. Lauren suddenly looked around the room and she noticed several magazines scattered about the floor. As Dylan noticed her reaching for a magazine, he smiled and waited on her reaction......(cont)