Dayna has a proposal for me

“This has been the best hour of my life,” Dayna murmurs lazily. We’re spooning on my bed, which lets me fondle and gently squeeze her soft, heavy breasts. She purrs at my touch and arches her back, pressing her tits into my hands. She lifts a leg and reaches down to squeeze my dick, lying between her thighs. “I wish I could keep this cock all to myself,” she says. “But I know I need to share—I have to live in this building . . . and my friends would feel like I’d cut them out . . . I’m not really ready to settle down with someone long-term, I suppose, so it would be greedy of me anyway.”

“That doesn’t all make sense to me,” I tell her, “and we’ve only just met so I don’t know how compatible we are in anything other than sex, but if we ended up dating after a while, that would be good by me.”

Dayna turns her head, smiling, to kiss me. She starts to say something, then stops. I can see the wheels spinning behind her eyes. “Iain, what’s your plan for tomorrow?” she asks intently. “You’ll be going around the building introducing yourself to more people, right?”

“Yes,” I say, wondering where she’s going with this.

Dayna rests her head back on my arm. “There are a lot of girls from my class living in the building right now, which is kind of odd. There’s my best friend, Kendra Tanner, in 202—you’ll like her, she’s wild. There’s Meredith Davies in 205, Sierra Day in 303, and Brandy Michaels in 305. If you’re lucky, you’ll get there sometime when her older stepsister Taylor Patterson is there and their parents aren’t.” I ask her what she means, but she ignores me. “There’s Harmony Ford in 405, and Cristiana Gutierrez in 501—she’s actually 19; she lost a year of school to mono or meningitis or something like that. There are the titty twins in 502, Alexa and Amanda Wyse—”

“Titty twins?” I ask in surprise.

“They’re fraternal twins, but they both like to show off their boobs. It’s not really that bad, but someone in the building dubbed them the titty twins, and it stuck. Some people think it’s funny, some think it’s stupid, but everyone ends up using it. It drives Brooke nuts—Brooke Wyse, their mother—but what can she do?”

“Not much, I suppose,” I respond with a sigh.

“Especially since Brooke is on her own,” Dayna adds sympathetically. “I guess their father walked out on them when they were babies. Brooke is great, but there’s only so much one person can do. —Oh, and there’s Monica McKee in 503. That’s all of us. Adelina Moreno in 505 is 19, but she didn’t get held back, she graduated last year. Anyway, counting me, that’s ten senior girls in this building, nine 18-year-olds and one 19-year-old.”

“OK,” I say, bemused. “Are you going somewhere with this?”

“Our school district has a scheduled e-learning day tomorrow, so they’ll all be home,” Dayna informs me. “I will, too, which is why I wasn’t worried about staying up this late—I don’t have an alarm in the morning. They’ll all be home and—just as important—their parents won’t be.”

“Ohhh, I see,” I respond as the light dawns.

“Of course, that doesn’t mean they’ll be nailed to their apartments; you’re not guaranteed to catch them,” Dayna concedes. “But just think about it, Iain: a buffet of all the hot barely-legal pussy you can eat, open for service tomorrow. Don’t you want to take advantage of that?”