Waiting in Line for the New iPad (5 page)

 He'd think of an alternative present
for his sister - sure it wouldn't be as great, but hey. 

He knew that was a selfish feeling, and his
head was able to override his heart even before Noelle grabbed his
hand and led him on to a tiny little beaten-up Volkswagen that
seemed like a very down-to-earth car for a girl as hot as Noelle to
drive. 

"It's my baby," she said, proudly patting the
roof. "Say 'hi' to Rowena."

"Hi, Rowena," he said, and made her
giggle.

"The others tease me about her," she said.
"But she's the most reliable old girl you've ever seen."

"Reliability's so much more important than
anything else," he said, being nice about her car.

"Completely. Having something that'll do what
I want is so much better than something flashy that conks out after
two minutes," she grinned, and he wasn't sure she was talking about
her car any more.

Walking back, Dylan already felt better -
and not only because of the most incredible kiss of his life.
Holding those blankets made him feel so much better about how the
rest of the night was going - it was getting seriously cold by
now.

They stopped off at the McDonalds on the way
back to use the bathrooms, thankful the place was open 24
hours. 

Back in the queue, almost nobody was awake.
Dylan found himself feeling a little down-hearted all of a sudden.
They were going to find their places in the queue again, and then
most likely get some sleep - and that would be it for the
night. 

"That's horsecrap - guys don't like doing
it."

"Some do. I read about it in a magazine."

"What, like you read about Sasquatch being
seen in Tempersfield?"

As they found their places, although Ellie
and Sasha were still asleep, it was hard to miss the fact that
Chrissy and Marie were still awake - Chrissy because she was so
excited about getting hold of the new iPad, Marie because Chrissy
couldn't shut up.

"It was in New Look."

"Well I think it would be weird. I'm not sure
I want them that close up."

"Are you kidding? It's supposed to be
amazing."

Heavens knew what the two girls were talking
about, but they brightened as soon as they saw Noelle and Dylan
making a return.

"Hey, you two!" Chrissy said, quietly,
although it didn't look as though even shouting was going to wake
up Ellie and Sasha.

"What are you guys talking about?" Noelle
said, affecting a tone of mock-exasperation as she set about laying
out the blankets for Dylan directly alongside her sleeping bag -
one for him to sleep on, two to go over him.

Marie nudged Chrissy, and the two of them
giggled, then the blonde said: "So Dylan, Chrissy really wants to
know if St Josephs girls give head."

"Marie!" Chrissy and Noelle hissed in
unison. 

Marie only chuckled.

Dylan tried his utmost not to look
embarrassed. "Sure," he said.

"No!" Chrissy and Marie said together. Noelle
busied herself getting into her sleeping bag.

Marie said: "They don't really, do they?
Nobody I know has ever been with a guy that did. Guys don't do
it until they're married and they have to."

That made him laugh. He wasn't particularly
experienced, but there was no way if he had the choice in the
matter that he'd refuse it until marriage.

He said: "Why should we wait until
marriage?"

"Because you don't like doing it," Marie
said.

"That's not true,' Dylan said categorically,
and then suddenly felt rather embarrassed, having opened up a
little too much in front of the girl he was hoping might agree to a
first date. And it wasn't as though he was opening up about his own
experience.

He caught Marie flashing a look of - what,
envy? surprise? congratulations? - directed at Noelle, who rolled
her eyes, but then cast a curious glance Dylan's way.

"So why don't guys just do it?" Marie
asked.

"Half of them think they're probably not
allowed to, because girls have so many hang-ups about it."

"There are some guys that don't like doing
it."

"Sure, there probably are."

"You like it?"

"Chrissy!" That was Noelle, chiding her
friend, but now looking at Dylan with the kind of expression that
stated clearly she wanted him to answer.

"What could be better?" he said
simply. 

Noelle seemed to catch her breath, but Dylan
tried not to look at her, worried he'd be caught out in another
half-truth. He wasn't telling a lie that he would be very keen to
try it, but hinting that he enjoyed it was getting ahead of himself
- he wanted to enjoy it. The idea of going down on a girl was so
sexy, it made him tremble with lust. But he'd never had first hand
experience.

Chrissy gave a loud yawn that made them all
laugh, and seemed to suitably distract from the awkward zone the
conversation was heading toward. Telling the others that she was
going to rest her eyes for a little while, she asked Dylan: "Have
you got any gorgeous friends that are just like you, Dylan? Can you
give them my number?"

Noelle grinned at him, seemingly with pride.
It made his ears burn a little, but in a good way.

"Night!"

"Night!"

"Night, Dylan!"

"Night, Chrissy."

He made himself comfortable, and tried his
best to relax enough to allow sleep to overcome him. He could hope
that when the morning came, he might get Noelle's number, and
perhaps the most unlikely of nights would lead to the most unlikely
of first dates for an ordinary guy from the other end of town.

But maybe when the Apple Store opened its
doors, and the line surged ahead, he'd lose track of her in the
scramble - and that would be it.

It was a little later that he heard the
whisper: "You awake?"

He hadn't been able to get to sleep - not
even slightly. He was so incredibly buzzed by his evening with
Noelle - and could not get that kiss out of his head. He'd just
been lying there on his back, staring up at the stars.

Now he could detect her perfume again, and
then he was startled by a hand snaking over his chest.

"Yeah, I'm awake," he said. 

"Come here," she said. 

He was a little unsure what she meant - she
was right there, after all, right next to him. It wasn't as though
he had to walk anywhere to be with him. 

But then her arm was across his chest, and
she was pulling him over toward her sleeping bag - which was
unfastened to allow him entry, the cold air kept out by the way she
appeared to have draped the blanket over them both now. When had
that happened?

He found his hand brushing over a
sensationally smooth thigh, and the apparent fact she wasn't
wearing her skirt any more made his heart rate soar. 

It was much darker here in the line than it
had been in the flood-lit parking lot, but the mall's stream lamps
were still enough to shed light on her pretty face as she pulled
him in for another powerful kiss.

Oh how incredible she was - he felt he could
have been happy just to be allowed to kiss her for the rest of his
life, it was so exhilarating.

"You'll wake the others," he warned as they
eventually came up for air, concerned that her little sighs as they
kissed would become louder as she lost herself in their
embrace.

"I won't," she said. "Promise."

Then as they continued taking it in turns to
gently suck on each others' lips, and tangle their tongues
together, Noelle brought the hand that wasn't cradling her head up
underneath her top once again, brushing over her smooth stomach,
and then gliding up over the scintillating slopes of her bare
breasts - she'd removed her bra, and now he was completely free to
caress her shapely breasts, tease her hard nipples between thumb
and fingers, drawing out soft little moans despite her promise to
be silent.

"Will you really do whatever I want you to?"
she whispered as they came up for air again.

"Anything." 

"Even… what we were talking about with
Chrissy and Marie?"

"Your wish is my command."

She flashed her eyes at him, a little
shocked, a little hopeful, a little disbelieving. 

"Do it," she said with a devilish grin. He
felt a fireball overcome his insides.

It was warm beneath the sleeping bag, but
felt safe from the outside - he was concealed from prying eyes,
secure to pursue the dream of kissing his way down her chest, her
top pushed up and then gone entirely, leaving this divine nymph in
nothing but a pair of panties, lying there for him and only
him. 

Taking her nipples inside his mouth for a
moment or two, before he felt her writhe, her breathing so deep it
made her entire body rise and fall like the surface of the ocean,
he tried to pause, calm himself, though everything inside him felt
as though it was alight. 

He needed to calm himself - his heart was
pounding in his chest, he was going to drop dead if he wasn't
careful. He couldn't believe she actually wanted him to go down on
her.

It was like a dream.

He almost missed his moment - he felt the
cover lifted, and then Noelle was subtly patting him on the head to
encourage him to continue.

She wanted to experience it as much as he
did.

Compliant with her wishes, he was soon
gliding down her velvet stomach, planting little kisses around her
navel, down her abdomen, the scent of her sex growing all the time
as he approached the edge of her pink cotton underwear.

The real spicy scent of female sexual
arousal.

Dylan settled between her thighs, a little
dazed by the prospect of what she was wanting him to do. Noelle was
lying at the top end of the sleeping bag, now, pushing herself up
so that as her turquoise halter top now slipped back down in place
over her breasts and stomach, the sleeping bag only covering her
from the waist down. It gave him some room to reside in the bottom
of the sleeping bag, his own body curling out the open
end. 

Covered, he could not see her face, while he
really didn't have much light to navigate between her legs - though
just enough. She eased her thighs apart as much as she was able,
and he was presented with the enticing aroma of her sex even
through the pink cotton of her underwear. Briefly, he kissed his
way along the hemline of her panties, his fingers brushing over the
thin material to feel the heat and dampness of her pussy
beneath. 

He saw her lift the sleeping bag again to
peer down on him, checking on him, reassuring herself that he was
truly all right about this. While she watched, he buried his
face in her panties, pushing his mouth and nose into her heat, his
tongue sneaking out between his lips to touch down against the
sopping fabric, tasting her salty juices as he inhaled her scent
with a breath loud enough for her to hear how much he loved it.

Then he was nudging aside her panties, and
revealing her carefully shaved pussy, making quiet moans he hoped
could only be heard by Noelle as he caressed her bare mound with
his lips, ran his nose along her outer lips.

It was really happening - he was being
blessed with the most intimate contact possible, with a goddess of
unparalleled beauty.

And he loved it.

He loved the way she tasted, he loved the
earthy scent   accented by her perfume, he loved the softness
of her shaved pussy, the furious heat of her body.

He adored the way she responded to him.

How could any red-blooded male refuse to go
down on a girl if it was this pleasurable? 

Dylan started slow - licking and kissing her
tender lips gently, nudging his nose against her clit, but not
devoting too much attention to it as he indulged himself in
coursing his tongue through her searing groove, lapping up her
copious tangy juices. 

Then he was covering her slit with his hot
mouth, penetrating her with his tongue, sucking on her as he wedged
himself into her, his nose crushing up against her sensitive
button. His fingers brushed her thighs, traced the irresistible
feminine shape between her legs, and when she was ready, found
their way inside her pussy.

She was doing a good job at keeping herself
quiet, but the way she moved her hips as he ate her, he was certain
she was enjoying it. Down there between her thighs, he almost
forgot himself that they were just a few feet away from a whole
load of other people.

Noelle had to pat his head in warning
whenever he lost himself in it too much, and began to quietly moan
as he responded to the joy of fucking her sweet pussy with his
mouth.

After a while, he came to recognize her
movements, so he could translate her body language, he could tell
exactly what got her going most, when things were getting a little
intense and needed to ease back, and when she was itching for more,
stronger, harder.

When things got a little too much for her, he
softened his approach, dwelled on languorous licks of the tongue
over her soft folds. He teased her with her panties, pulling them
tight so the sodden cotton sank into her slit, and gently sawing
against her pussy lips as he licked her, adding a different texture
to his treatment of her. 

She was so wet, so sticky, so hot. How could
any heterosexual guy offered the chance to worship the sensational
beauty of the female sex turn it down?   

Why did girls, who were perfectly willing to
stretch their lips around a swollen male member and sop up any
semen oozing out, imagine that guys would somehow shrink from the
heavenly experience that lay between female thighs? 

So many mysteries, and mistaken
assumptions. 

Dylan had no idea how long he was given
between Noelle's shapely thighs, though a few times he glimpsed her
peeking, lifting up the edge of the sleeping bag to check in on him
- and each time he did his best to show that he was loving every
minute of this, to persuade her to continue, not to call a halt on
his account.