who had
somehow forged the most unbelievable connection with the most
beautiful girl from Marchmont High, and come to know what it must
feel like to be truly in love.
In this place, he felt as though his eyes
were truly open for the first time ever, so he could appreciate the
wonder of the world and everything in it.
Yet in this world, he also had the slightly
unnerving feeling that he was now vulnerable - that as magical as
his experience with Noelle had been the previous night, there
was no guarantee that by the cold light of day, she would want to
see him again. Perhaps she acted that way with all the guys she
dated - made them feel special, made them believe they were the
only ones ever to make her come. Maybe he had only ever been a
distraction for her, to keep her warm and occupied during the long
wait in line for the Apple store.
He nuzzled gently into her, trying to hold
out hope that everything had been genuine, that talk of a proper
first date might actually turn into one.
Then, as he started to hear the occasional
stirring from other people in the line, further away, Dylan
realized that it might not look too good to other people if he was
found lying virtually naked with Noelle in her sleeping bag. It
wasn't his own reputation he was worried about - he didn't want
Noelle to continue sleeping only to wake to pointing fingers and
laughter at what she'd been up to overnight.
Quietly, gently, he eased his way out from
her sleeping bag, and managed to both dress himself fully and fold
up the blankets that were supposed to have been his personal bed
for the night.
Noelle stirred a little as he extricated
himself from her side, and screwed up her face at the sudden loss
of his warmth. But as she slowly emerged from slumber, seeing what
he was up to, she quickly understood the need to separate.
"What time is it?" she whispered, now
squirming inside her sleeping bag to pull on her own clothes.
"Six."
"Breakfast?"
"Love to."
There was a cool three hours before the Apple
store was due to open - plenty of time to grab something at
McDonalds, and Dylan was starving.
But picking up the blankets as Noelle now
folded up her sleeping bag, Dylan actually found himself becoming
quite nervous. Would they talk about last night while having
breakfast? What if she suddenly came to the conclusion that it had
all been a mistake, that now it was light, and she could see him
properly, she wasn't actually attracted to Dylan at all? What if
the magic dust wore off, and she saw that he really wasn't anybody
at all, far less worthy of her attentions?
This breakfast could be a first date, or it
could be a break-up.
Stepping out of the queue and wandering down
through the mall toward the parking lot, they walked without
conversation - both of them keeping quiet to avoid waking the
people in the line still out for the count.
Then they were around the corner, and quite
suddenly he felt Noelle shove him bodily against the outer wall of
the Gap, launching herself at him.
How was it that she felt made for embracing
him, perfectly sized to fit with him as they kissed? His heart was
pounding in his chest as he matched her passion, his cock
thickening as her feisty frame pressed against him, her hands
squeezing his butt so his manhood was crushed against her body.
"You have to do whatever I want, remember?"
she said, breathless, glowing after their kiss.
"Always," he said, returning her smile,
ecstatic about the prospect. "What do you want first?"
She grinned, as though drunk on her newfound
power. "Okay," she said, pausing a moment. "First some breakfast...
then we have iPads to buy..."
"Of course! I knew there was a reason I
camped out by the Apple store all night!" he joked.
She rolled her eyes at him playfully.
"And then?" he asked her.
"And then we're going to drive somewhere
private, and you're going to make me come with your sweet lips
again," she said, and he allowed her to put a finger in his mouth,
only to find it was
somehow forged the most unbelievable connection with the most
beautiful girl from Marchmont High, and come to know what it must
feel like to be truly in love.
In this place, he felt as though his eyes
were truly open for the first time ever, so he could appreciate the
wonder of the world and everything in it.
Yet in this world, he also had the slightly
unnerving feeling that he was now vulnerable - that as magical as
his experience with Noelle had been the previous night, there
was no guarantee that by the cold light of day, she would want to
see him again. Perhaps she acted that way with all the guys she
dated - made them feel special, made them believe they were the
only ones ever to make her come. Maybe he had only ever been a
distraction for her, to keep her warm and occupied during the long
wait in line for the Apple store.
He nuzzled gently into her, trying to hold
out hope that everything had been genuine, that talk of a proper
first date might actually turn into one.
Then, as he started to hear the occasional
stirring from other people in the line, further away, Dylan
realized that it might not look too good to other people if he was
found lying virtually naked with Noelle in her sleeping bag. It
wasn't his own reputation he was worried about - he didn't want
Noelle to continue sleeping only to wake to pointing fingers and
laughter at what she'd been up to overnight.
Quietly, gently, he eased his way out from
her sleeping bag, and managed to both dress himself fully and fold
up the blankets that were supposed to have been his personal bed
for the night.
Noelle stirred a little as he extricated
himself from her side, and screwed up her face at the sudden loss
of his warmth. But as she slowly emerged from slumber, seeing what
he was up to, she quickly understood the need to separate.
"What time is it?" she whispered, now
squirming inside her sleeping bag to pull on her own clothes.
"Six."
"Breakfast?"
"Love to."
There was a cool three hours before the Apple
store was due to open - plenty of time to grab something at
McDonalds, and Dylan was starving.
But picking up the blankets as Noelle now
folded up her sleeping bag, Dylan actually found himself becoming
quite nervous. Would they talk about last night while having
breakfast? What if she suddenly came to the conclusion that it had
all been a mistake, that now it was light, and she could see him
properly, she wasn't actually attracted to Dylan at all? What if
the magic dust wore off, and she saw that he really wasn't anybody
at all, far less worthy of her attentions?
This breakfast could be a first date, or it
could be a break-up.
Stepping out of the queue and wandering down
through the mall toward the parking lot, they walked without
conversation - both of them keeping quiet to avoid waking the
people in the line still out for the count.
Then they were around the corner, and quite
suddenly he felt Noelle shove him bodily against the outer wall of
the Gap, launching herself at him.
How was it that she felt made for embracing
him, perfectly sized to fit with him as they kissed? His heart was
pounding in his chest as he matched her passion, his cock
thickening as her feisty frame pressed against him, her hands
squeezing his butt so his manhood was crushed against her body.
"You have to do whatever I want, remember?"
she said, breathless, glowing after their kiss.
"Always," he said, returning her smile,
ecstatic about the prospect. "What do you want first?"
She grinned, as though drunk on her newfound
power. "Okay," she said, pausing a moment. "First some breakfast...
then we have iPads to buy..."
"Of course! I knew there was a reason I
camped out by the Apple store all night!" he joked.
She rolled her eyes at him playfully.
"And then?" he asked her.
"And then we're going to drive somewhere
private, and you're going to make me come with your sweet lips
again," she said, and he allowed her to put a finger in his mouth,
only to find it was
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