Free Waiting in Line for the New iPad by Max Sebastian

 
     
     
WAITING IN LINE [for the new iPad]
An erotic romance
     
     
by
Max Sebastian
     
     

    Warning : This is an
erotic story intended for adults only.
     
     
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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    Copyright © 2013 by Max Sebastian
     
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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or
are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales
or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
     
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Waiting in Line [for the New IPad]
     
     
     
     
    It was about 10 o'clock that Dylan started
feeling he'd bitten off more than he could chew with this whole
waiting in line overnight thing.
    He'd never done it before, and as he had
rocked up outside the Apple Store just after dinner that evening,
around 6pm, he'd seen all the hardcore techy geeks already camping
out there, and he was given the distinct impression that he was
packing rather light for the night's wait. 
    But it was the summer, school was out for
good - until they headed off to college in the autumn - so where
was the need to stress about anything? He had his kindle packed
full of books he could quiet happily bury his head in for hours and
hours on end, it was wonderfully warm out, without a cloud in the
sky.
    What did he need sleeping bags or tents or
camping stoves for?
    He got quite a good position in the line,
considering - just around the corner from the store entrance, and
the speed the line was forming, in no time he could consider
himself toward the front of the queue. 
    He settled down just behind a gaggle of
lively, talkative girls, and ahead of a gloomy bunch of
black-haired emo types.
    The girls all seemed to be close friends that
had overlooked the possibility of one of them waiting in line for
all of their purchasing needs when the next iPad officially went on
sale. Well, on the news that morning they'd been saying there would
be limited supplies - the Apple guys would probably restrict it to
one iPad per buyer.
    It wasn't the most comfortable place to hang
out - sitting cross-legged with only a backpack holding a paltry
few snacks and drinks to keep him comfortable. But hey, he'd waited
in airports in worse places for longer periods before. And having
the gentle scent of perfume wafting past his nose every now and
again from a group of undeniably attractive girls was mildly
pleasant.
    Gazing back on the great long line, it seemed
that those waiting there were all circling into their own little
cliques to wait out the night. It made Dylan feel very much on his
own.
    He found some distraction in flicking
surreptitious glances over to the girls if he started feeling
solitary. There were five of them - two blondes, an Asian girl and
two brunettes - all pretty and smiley and bouncy and perky. Behind,
the emo crowd was less entertaining - sullen, moody, and difficult
to tell even what gender many of them were. Those nearest to
him turned their backs on him as they focused on their own little
world of depressing ipod tracks, black clothing and random
piercings.
    Each to their own, however. Dylan had always
been a little envious of those students who'd found their own sense
of identity - he was just an average guy who really had nothing
special to write home about. 
    Perhaps college would be a chance to
shine.
    Sure, he did regret failing