My experience with a Pro

 

All I could think about today was her. As soon as the bell rang I ran to my locker, threw all of my books in my bookbag and hopped on the bus. The bus ride was boring as always so all I could do was stare out the window thinking of what would happen tonight.

After precisely forty three minutes and seventeen seconds of sitting on a metal seat I was finally getting off at my stop. I ran to the front door, feeling myself grow a tad harder. It was a good thing that my mother dear was working hard at the hospital because if she was to have seen me come in sweating with a tent in my pants she may have asked my if I had gone to a whore house instead of school today.

After I finished unlocking the door and throwing my backpack into a random corner I fled up to my room. Finding her sleeping, partially covered by a blanket, on my bed. I wouldn’t want to wake her untill the right moment had come so I cautiously tiptoed over to the side of the bed she was laying on and ripped the blanket off her. She looked so sleek and exposed, lying there with nothing covering her up on my bed. I opened her up to see what I could find. As I slowly caressed her I moved my hands all the way up to her rim and held my hot hand against her metallic feeling skin. I could tell how much she enjoyed this by the way she lit up. Her green eye making me feel watched, as if someone could see into my life from her.

I carefully took out my stick from my pants and inserted it into her needy port. As I did so millions of images came flooding into her along with a few drops of my sweat. By now I could feel her body getting warmer and almost purring beneath me. She was starting over heat and so was I. She finally hit her limit as I released my stick from her panting with angst. I looked up with a proud look on my face as I caressed her rim with the back of my hand.

This was how it was to be with a Pro. A MacBook Pro.