"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 wi
th 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.
Having removed her panties, leaving her a little more easy to access, he got into a rhythm where he could spare a hand to spread over her smooth belly, and then reach up to cup her breasts and pinch her stiff nipples, but then as he came to focus a little more on her clit, licking her around it, pressing his hot mouth down, sucking as much as she could stand - she started to take charge again.
Her hands moved over his head, her fingers initially stroking him, coursing through his hair to encourage him, to guide him to follow the pace she needed, match her own innate rhythm.
And then she was holding him, pulling him in, crushing his face against her smoldering, soaking sex as her hips writhed underneath him, and it got so that she was furiously fucking his face, and he was almost a bystander.
It wasn't much longer before she was furiously humping his face, and then shuddering and bolting and bucking all around him, her wetness suddenly everywhere - hot and sticky and salty and tangy, and so very sexy, so very her.
Eventually, as he moved up beside her, having cleaned her up with his tongue as best as he was able, she was still out of breath, though eager to kiss him, to find a silent way to express her wonder and gratitude and joy at the experience he'd just given her.
"Who are you?" she whispered when she finally allowed him to breathe. "Are you real?"
He whispered: "I'm real, I promise."
He lay behind her, spooned against her back now as she moved down further inside the sleeping bag so that it covered her shoulders. His head tucked over her shoulder so he could kiss her cheek. He could still smell the scent of her sex along with her sweet perfume, and it thrilled him.
Noelle felt his hardness throb, and now pushed her behind back against him, wanting more, wiggling her hips a little so she could feel it against her, check out his shape.
"You should take off your pants," she whispered in the darkness.
Dylan had been still a few moments, checking to see if they'd been heard or seen, assessing the people nearby to watch for eavesdroppers. Everyone appeared to be sound asleep.
He ran his hand down over her bare hip and thigh, astounded at just how the curves of her body was so perfectly designed to illicit strong feelings of desire in him. She was so very naked, other than her top, and it did seem a touch inappropriate now that he still had all his clothes firmly in place.
He unfastened the buckle on his belt, and popped the button on his fly, but then Noelle suddenly disappeared - slipping down into the sleeping bag and the extension formed by their blankets.
Dylan was feeling rather slow after the intensity of his experience going down on a goddess like Noelle, and he didn't quite know what she was doing until he suddenly felt her hands slipping into the waistband of his pants, to haul them down over his hips and down his legs - then off completely.
"Wha - " he said, before stifling himself, remembering to keep quiet.
He felt her hands slide up his thighs and then she was touching him through his boxer shorts, feeling him out, checking the goods.
Now it was his turn to lift the hem of the sleeping bag to see what she was doing down there. Strange to see such a pretty girl lying between his thighs, her face so close to his crotch, and she was smiling as though it was her birthday. Did she like what she saw down there?
Then he had to be careful not to give the game away as she suddenly pressed her mouth to his stiff manhood - the heat so intense, even through the cotton barrier of his underwear.
He was just beginning to get used to her being down there when she took him by surprise yet again by pulling his underwear down as well - leaving him completely exposed and a little vulnerable.
Her hands closed around the base of his shaft, and before he had a chance to look down again and see what she was doing, how she was responding to the appearance of his unconcealed erection - he felt his sensitive staff enveloped by her soft, wet, hot mouth.
Feeling her tongue swirling around his pulsing cock, he couldn't keep a low groan from escaping his mouth, sealing his lips too late for the sound to slip out. He paused - and Noelle paused - but there didn't seem to be any obvious signs that they'd disturbed anyone.
Noelle lifted up the covering now, so that he caught the incredibly sexy but somehow surreal sight of the beautiful brunette lying over him, his hardness dimly clasped in her hands, poised to suck him into her mouth again. She looked up at him, smiling, but giving him a brief shuffle of the eyebro
ws to warn him against future noise.
He nodded a promise to her, but for some reason it wasn't enough for her. She flashed him an impish grin, and her hand shot up to cover his mouth with a palmful of soft pink cotton. Dylan breathed in, and shuddered as he inhaled the strong, spicy scent of her arousal from her damp underwear.
With her lips stretching around his full girth, gliding down to sink as far as she could down his shaft, her wet panties were an effective gag for him, as it turned out - the irresistible aroma of her sex incentive enough to keep them clamped firmly over his mouth and nose, controlling his noise as she sucked on his cock.
Licking him, caressing his shaft with her velvet cheeks, running her lips down his length - he got the impression she'd done this plenty times before. At first, it caused flickers of jealousy to fan up inside him, though he knew he could hardly expect her to be a virgin.
She was so good, though. If she had been with plenty of guys before, then he had something to be thankful for in how she now knew exactly how to please him. The way her lips lingered around the tip of his cock, the way her hands gripped his shaft tight, but not too tight. The way she moaned as she sucked on him, the vibrations of her voice adding to the sensations she was giving him, but more importantly making him feel she was enjoying the experience as well as he was. The way she pulled him out and just seemed to revel in contact with his rigid manhood, rubbing it against her pretty face, indulging in the obscene contact she was permitted.
The way she slipped his hardness between her breasts, so he felt his full length gliding up and down the oh-so-soft flesh of her cleavage.
He really had to press her wet panties to his mouth quite hard to prevent the natural response to her sensational ministrations from waking the neighbors in the line.
And then just as he was beginning to get to that key question - should he warn her he was about to come, or should he just let go? Would she want to swallow or prefer if he held back? - she stopped, and he now felt a new sensation he couldn't quite understand.
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