Waiting in Line for the New iPad (4 page)

Now, the prettiest girl he'd ever laid eyes
on was helping him up, ushering him away from her friends, out
toward a dark parking lot to fetch a blanket so he could sleep
beside her. 

He felt so nervous walking away from the
Apple Store with her - it wasn't that he might lose his place in
the line, he was fairly confident that was safe, it was that now
they were rounding the corner and heading away from the actual
mall, into the parking lot, he didn't quite know what to say.

Noelle stifled a giggle. 

"What?" he asked, worried he was supposed to
have done something.

"You really do do what you're asked, don't
you?" she smiled at him - and now took hold of his hand again. Even
in the low light of the street lamps, she looked so beautiful it
made his chest tighten up so it was hard to breathe.

She was holding his hand.

Oh, it felt so incredibly right - but what
did it mean? She really was interested in him? There was a storm of
butterflies now howling inside his stomach. He felt a curious
mixture of sheer excitement and a slight tinge of nausea from his
jangling nerves. 

 "Of course," he said, and then as he
was going about the process of closing his mouth, it suddenly went
off on its own accord again: "For you, I'd do anything at all."

That secured another of her incredible smiles
- dazzling, even in the half light.

"Most guys would have sat there and probably
grunted at me that they were all right, they'd be okay even though
it's freezing cold," she said. "The guys I know, anyway."

"I think your friends were amused that we've
gone off together," Dylan said, thinking he might make her smile
again at the thought that her friends were already making baseless
assumptions that this whole trek to the car to find blankets was
some kind of pretext for some kind of romantic - 

"They've been trying to set me up with
various guys for months," she interrupted his thoughts. "I think
they're just excited I actually found someone worth talking
to."

Dylan had to conceal a gasp. 

Found someone worth talking to?

What was going on? He felt as though he was
walking on clouds, somehow. Were his ears deceiving him now? She
was excited about being with him?

He tried to change the subject, if anything
to distract himself from all the confused feelings he had, to calm
himself down and prevent himself from misunderstanding this
situation.

He said: "So are you actually excited about
this new iPad?"

She gave him a blank look, and nearly dropped
his hand.

"Only, I'm sitting there in the line trying
to mind my own business…"

"And not doing so great at that, huh?" she
flashed him a grin.

He shrugged, "Kind of hard to keep my ears to
myself when you're talking about vibrators and stuff like
that."

"I guess it must be. Pervert."

"Hey, it wasn't me talking about sex toys in
a queue for the new iPad." She smiled, and he said: "The emos
sitting behind me in the line were talking about iPads the whole
time - you can't blame me for trying to distract myself from
that."

She laughed. "That doesn't get you horny,
talking about 4G and Retina display?"

He couldn't quite tell whether it was going
to turn her off that he wasn't completely obsessed with Apple
products like his sister, or whether it was a good thing.

"Well, I mean they're handy to have…"

She laughed, "You're worried we're all geeky
girls and I'll find you boring because you're not in the waiting
list to work on the Genius Bar?"

To be honest, he'd never thought any of them
might be termed 'geeky'.

She said: "It's Chrissy. She's a total tech
geek. And she has to have the latest new anything the minute it's
out."

"Oh, right, I see. My sister's just the
same."

"Only it kind of sucks waiting in line on
your own all night - so we all came along for the ride."

"That's very nice of you."

"Hey - it's the summer. Not like we have to
do anything else tomorrow," she said. "Your friends didn't feel the
same way, then?"

"I didn't really tell them. Don't think
they'd be quite so understanding about the whole sitting around all
night for an iPad kind of thing."

"You're very sweet to do it for your
sister."

"If it gets me in her good books for a few
weeks, it's a price worth paying."

"Hey," she said, as came to a halt between
two SUVs. There weren't too many cars in the parking lot, but
Noelle had pulled them over to a cluster that he'd assumed belonged
to her and her friends. 

She stopped him, pulling him back to
her. 

"Are you still up for letting me tell you
what to do?"

"Letting you?" he joked. "I don't think you
get how to do this."

She rolled her eyes at him again, but then
she said: "Fine. Then I'll just tell you." 

"Sure."

"Kiss me. Now."

Something like a small hand grenade went off
inside his upper chest. He couldn't hear it, but the burst of
intense heat and shock from the blast was quite clearly
detectable.

What did she just say?

But he hardly had a moment to process what
she'd demanded of him as she pushed him back against the black
four-by-four vehicle, launching herself at him. Complete
surprise and overwhelming confusion made him putty in her
hands.

"Okay…" he said as she pulled him down to her
level, placing her hands on his chest.

His chest filled with her sweet perfume, and
his whole body trembled with pent up desire and shock. She was so
close to him, he could see her individual freckles, even in this
low light. Her eyes, highlighted by mascara and eyeliner, were
astonishingly beautiful - so bright and sparkling with
intelligence. 

Then suddenly he felt the heat of her face on
his, and her soft breath dancing on his skin, and then her lips
were nudging against his, so he could feel the slight waxy texture
of her lipstick.

She was kissing him. The most attractive girl
he'd ever met. Kissing. Him.

It wasn't quite his first kiss, but it might
as well have been. 

She sucked gently on his lips, and then he
found his hands moving up to hold her head, almost checking to see
if she was real, solid, not some kind of wonderful dream as he lay
sleeping crumpled in a queue outside the Apple store.

More than a little insecure in his
inexperience, he took his cues from her, he tried to learn from
her, he mirrored her moves, gently sucking on her sweet lips,
nudging his nose against hers, reveling in the velvet softness of
her cheeks against his, inhaling her tantalizing scent with every
fathomless breath.

Time just seemed to slow down and stop, as
they entered a little world of their own.

Noelle smiled at him even while they
continued kissing, and it sent his temperature skyrocketing. He
felt her press against him, and to his horror realized she must be
able to feel the massive erection that her incredible attention was
causing. Yet she didn't seem horrified by it - she actively
pressed herself tighter against him, and suddenly as her kiss
lingered, he felt her tongue delving between his lips - oh God, she
was so hot.

"Oh my God…" she said, breathless like she'd
just run the 100 meters in the Olympics, her eyes flickering all
over his, her brow creased as though in confusion. "How did you
learn to kiss like that?"

She didn't give him a chance to answer -
thankfully, since he didn't know what exactly to say. Probably not
a good idea to tell her he'd only really ever learned anything from
her. She was kissing him, pressing herself up against him, her
tongue sliding inside his mouth, now, not holding back. 

He tried to give as good as he got, but her
passionate energy was intense, and like lying under a refreshing
waterfall, he just had to let the incredible power flow over
him.

As she kissed him, he found he did really
enjoy her taking control. Ever since his blundering fumblings in
eighth grade, the few times he'd been lucky enough to find another
girl interested in a little smooching, the girl had always pretty
much opened her mouth and sat there. 

This was electric. And now as he found
himself sucking on her tongue, Noelle was grabbing his hands, and
forcing them up her chest, demanding he touch her
breasts. 

"Just there…" she breathed as his fingers
closed around the sensational shape of her cleavage.

Oh God in Heaven, he was actually holding her
beautiful round breasts, and she actually wanted him to. He could
feel the stiffness of her nipples, even through her bra and
top. 

Dylan took direction from her, and at first
she seemed to find it strange, leading him. Putting his hands where
she wanted them, guiding the speed and intensity of their
kiss. For a moment, she looked at him, her eyes open, trying
to figure him out. Perhaps check whether he was only allowing her
to lead as some kind of lame follow-up to his earlier suggestions,
all one long strategy to get her interested in him.

But he could see her come to believe that
this was wonderful for him - he didn't feel any sleight against his
masculinity, how could he? He was entangled in the most beautiful
girl he'd ever seen.

He touched her tenderly, and she seemed to
respond to his gentle coaxing of her sensationally soft breasts,
writhing and emitting the sexiest moans. But with the incredible
sweetness of her kiss, he found himself slipping into a strange
kind of dream state, lulled into a strange calm by the exquisite
dance of the senses, and somehow he was losing himself in her.

When he realized her shirt had ridden up, and
her bra had slipped down, and his hands were sprawling over her
smooth, soft bare flesh, grazing over her hard nipples without
hindrance, he was surprised and a touch confused about how they'd
got to that state. Noelle appeared ecstatic that he was touching
her like that, however.

"Kiss me down here," she said softly, almost
a whisper, and he found himself kissing down her soft neck,
breathing in the gentle sweet scent from her skin as he moved
down.

And then he was taking her nipple inside his
hot mouth, tasting her soft flesh, brushing his tongue over her
sensitive bud, drawing out a deep long sigh as he began sucking on
her.

"Oh, that's it… just like that…"

Caressing her hot flesh with his lips,
teasing her with his tongue, sucking with increasing intensity, her
sighs turned to moans, and Dylan found that confirmation of her
pleasure the hottest thing he could remember.

"Oh, don't stop…"

Why should it somehow demean a guy's manhood
to make the girl's pleasure his priority? Surely succeeding in
achieving this genuine delight should be taken as demonstrating
real and proven manhood. 

After a while, her moans were almost yelps,
and Noelle furiously pulled his face to hers, kissing him with wild
abandon, her hands closing over his to force him to virtually crush
her cleavage in his fingers.

At last, she let out a big long groan, her
body seeming to shudder as he held her, as though someone had
switched on an electric current to flow through her shapely
frame. 

"Oh my God," she said, completely struggling
for breath. "Oh. My. God."

"Are you okay?" he asked her, a little
confused at the apparent look of shock in her face. Had he hurt her
somehow? Had he gone too far? 

Was he in trouble for touching her breasts
like that?

God, all those warnings from his teachers at
St Josephs came flooding back - he heard the words of some imagined
judge somewhere: inappropriate touching, forcing himself upon her,
non-consensual molestation…

But then her pretty face broke out into the
most enchanting smile, her big blue eyes so wide and filled with
joy, and she looked at him as though he'd just given her the most
amazing gift ever.

"That's not supposed to happen," she
breathed, her voice full of wonder. 

"I'm sorry…" he said, still not
understanding.

She shook her head. "It's a myth, an urban
myth," she said. "You're not supposed to actually be able to do
that."

"I kind of got carried away, I guess…" he
said, beginning to see that he wasn't in trouble, even finding it
amusing how apparently slow his brain was being after being so
doped up on the extraordinary experience of kissing Noelle.

"I mean, I never did that before, not with a
guy," she said, then kissed his lips briefly again. "And you did it
just by kissing me and touching me."

He felt incredibly warm inside. And how was
it that making this girl feel this way felt more of a satisfying
achievement to him than getting into Stanford?

"We should get back to the line," Noelle
said, pulling up her bra and pulling down her top. "They'll all be
talking about us, I bet."

"We haven't been gone that long," he said,
but fishing his iPhone out of his pocket was rather startled to
find they'd been gone nearly an hour.

"I wish we could, but I will never live it
down if those guys knew you just made me come, and we haven't even
had a first date yet."

Oh wow. He felt himself blush all the shades
of scarlet as she took his hand and showed him over to where her
car was parked. The undeniable confirmation he'd made her come
seemed to set off fireworks inside his whole body - and her use of
the word 'yet', suggesting that they would be having a first date
at some point in the near future, that just made him fizz all
over.

He was vaguely disappointed that they
couldn't just abandon the whole idea of waiting in line for an
iPad. Go off and try a little more kissing, a little more
touching. Only his mother knew he was there at the Apple store
anyway - he'd just tell her the competition for iPads had been so
intense, there hadn't even been enough for all the people in the
queue.