Free Waiting in Line for the New iPad by Max Sebastian Page B

risk being mistaken for geeks - as if that could ever
happen.
    What made Dylan actively stop reading was the
conversation after the guys withdrew.
    The girls started gossiping about one of the
guys having dated a girl they knew from Spanish class, and how he
supposedly had the biggest cock, like, ever. Dylan was mildly
shocked at how dirty the conversation went all of a sudden. He was
a little surprised at how easily the girls discussed such things,
that they were so apparently involved with sex, that it was so easy
to talk about for them. Well, they were college girls now, pretty
much.
    A few of them seemed to be envious of the
girl from Spanish class, but then the brunette in the turquoise top
caught Dylan's attention when she dismissed all of the guys out of
hand.
    "You're insane!" her friends were of the same
opinion about her.
    "Are you kidding? They're so much hard work!"
she laughed. "Give me a vibrator and a pack of double-A batteries
any day."
    The whole group had a good squealing laugh
about that.
    "Guys are so useless," the brunette said.
Dylan had already figured out from earlier conversation that she
was called Noelle. There was something about her that made his
heart tighten a little when he laid eyes on her, his breath catch,
his pulse quicken a little.
    "But they're so nice-looking," countered one
of her friends - a blonde named Chrissy.
    "Sure, but they just lie there and look nice
and expect you to get all hot and sweaty until they're ready to
fuck - and then they're in and out so quick. Where's the
reward?"
    The other of her blonde friends, Sasha,
added: "Yeah, and when they're done, they really aren't interested
in anything. Except maybe sleep or a cigarette."
    "You just need to learn to get yourself going
while you're getting all hot and sweaty with them," the Asian girl,
Ellie, said.
    "I guess so," Noelle flashed her eyes. "But
that kind of gets me back to the point that you're better off with
a Pocket Rocket."
    Dylan found himself gasping, blushing
furiously, actually shocked at what these girls were talking about
- especially Noelle. He couldn't help but find himself heating up
inside at their startling frankness, particularly when the pretty
brunette in the turquoise top was talking about her own desires and
experiences.
    It did make him feel like a bit of a loser
that he'd never really done anything with a girl before. Strange -
he'd never been bothered by that before, figuring he was young,
there was plenty of time at college to go looking for that kind of
thing.
    He found himself envious of whichever boys
had been lucky enough to be with Noelle - and actually baffled that
they wouldn't want to be more careful about making sure she was
satisfied in bed. God, if it was Dylan, he'd want to spend hours
exploring her, finding out how to make her moan and shake and come
like crazy. Putting his illicit after-dark reading into
practice. 
    "Josie Bannister said she had an orgasm when
she slept with her piano teacher," Ellie said.
    "Yeah, but he's like 42. I mean, ewww."
    "35, she said."
    "Still. I've seen him - he looks like he's
50."
    "So you're gonna wait until you're 35 to get
an orgasm?" Sasha nudged Noelle with an elbow.
    "Did you not hear me when I said I'm quite
happy with my little Rocket?" Noelle replied.
    Oh God, the thought of Noelle lying back in
some bed, touching herself with some little piece of vibrating
magic - Dylan had to change his position a little to give himself
some room inside his pants.
    He shook his head, knowing he was only
setting himself up for disappointment by listening into their
conversation. He fixed his eyes back on the continuing narrative of
Stephen King, and the tale of a small town in Maine that is cut off
from the outside world by a strange invisible force field.
    But then Noelle's words just cut through the
air, "They're all just lazy - they don't care. They know as
soon as they're inside you, that's it, they've scored another notch
on their bedpost, and they don't