VII
Tomi quietly whistled a tune through his teeth as he inserted the battery and closed the panel on the laptop.
He'd managed to get three laptops and a few phones working.
While the laptops worked as they should, the phones were only sources of light and cameras.
As he'd claimed earlier, the processors in the phones had been irreversibly fried in the electromagnetic pulse, but the memory cards still worked.
The phones could be used in a kind of analog way.
However, no one needed that. Tomi screwed in the last little screw of the laptop and set it on the table.
The massive computer in front of him still hummed, its fans driving away invisible dust and cooling the processors, which never exceeded 45 degrees.
The temperature was nominal, and Tomi had confirmed that last night, when he'd proclaimed the central room his kingdom.
The system, though bulky, wasn't overly complex, and it had taken him maybe half an hour to familiarize himself with the basic commands and processes.
For everything else there was a thick manual that still rested peacefully on the table, where some electronics engineer had placed it back in 1988 during the system's installation.
Tomi often used that manual, but he'd discovered all the system's secrets intuitively.
He was, after all, a master of electronics.
He leaned back in the chair and stretched his arms.
His joints cracked, but he was used to the sounds of his body.
He felt hunger in his stomach. It was late, and he liked to eat on his own schedule.
He quickly moved the things on the table, searching for something, and finally dug out a small chocolate bar from under a pile of faulty equipment.
He unwrapped it and bit into the bar. His tongue was soaked with sugar, which calmed his impatient stomach.
He knew the chocolate wouldn't help and that he had to eat something, but there was so much work.
Besides, he didn't know where to get food.
Getting food meant he'd have to meet people, and he didn't want that.
A crowd would anger him and give him a feeling of claustrophobia.
He remembered his vehicle. Inside the van he had a small kitchenette with a microwave and a small fridge that always held a dozen sandwiches that just needed reheating.
He'd use that when setting up sound systems at parties, to keep contact with people to a minimum.
But that was now impossible, since thousands of people worked around the shelter.
Last night had been quite good. He'd been with Nick and Nika exploring, and that had suited him.
They'd been doing something new, and the fact that he was in the company of friends satisfied him.
Though, as of last night, he'd stopped considering Nika a friend.
Her black hair captivated him, her upturned little nose and the faint hints of sun freckles on her beautiful face.
He was terribly attracted to her, but he was afraid.
He had no hope or courage to allow himself to daydream about her.
She was so beautiful — what could he offer her?
He was just a technician who understood technology, not living beings.
He'd only been lucky enough to possess certain knowledge that had connected him with his best friend.
With Nick he'd experienced a lot and gone through far more.
He was grateful to him, because Nick had indirectly enabled Tomi to lose his virginity some time ago.
It was in winter, during a party Nick organized in a museum.
Tomi had spent the whole day setting up lighting and sound, which was hard to hide from the museum curator.
But the party started as usual, except that Tomi had to be personally present to watch the cables and further tune the security cameras.
They ran on one of the newer programs, so he had to constantly monitor them so as not to announce to the world that a wild party was going on inside the museum.
At the party, alcohol flowed in streams and none of it was spared.
Most of the crew was already good and drunk two hours from the party's start.
Tomi was resetting the cameras for the hundredth time and running footage of the empty space when a drunken brunette approached him and slipped her playful tongue into his mouth.
He instinctively took up the play of tongues, and his brain simply stopped.
Kissing him, the brunette leaned her body against his, and that awoke desire in him.
The girl felt it and, dazed, dropped to her knees and began working him in a way he'd until then only been able to imagine.
Her playful tongue brought Tomi to the peak of ecstasy in just a couple of minutes.
He exploded into her mouth with heavy jolts while she lost her breath, almost choking on the incredible amount of seed he ejected in strong jolts of his swollen member.
Then she lifted her gaze and, licking the seed off her face, innocently asked: "And what about me?"
Tomi didn't know what she was implying, because he was still lost in the ecstasy of climaxing and the incredible feeling of relaxation after the peak.
But it became clear to him when the girl, staggering, straightened up, leaned on his laptop, and lifted her skirt, exposing her bare backside to his gaze.
She was openly inviting him and seductively working her backside, awakening desire in him.
Finally, he moved closer to the girl, who reached back and herself guided his now-stiffened member into her.
He felt the wetness and warmth of her body and began driving frantically into the girl.
She allowed the pace for a few seconds, but just as he was ready to explode, the girl pulled away and he slipped out of her.
His swollen penis steamed as he, not understanding, looked questioningly at the girl, who was turning away from him and sitting down in his chair.
"Not yet, I'm not done," she declared, spreading her legs on the chair and exposing her very hairy vagina to his gaze. "Come here," she called him, playing her fingers over the tip of her clitoris.
Tomi approached the girl and, in a maneuver he'd seen countless times on his computer screen, inserted his swollen member into the passage of bliss he'd until then only dreamed of.
The girl moaned in ecstasy brought on by the penetration and the mass of alcohol she'd earlier taken into her body, and slowly rotated her hips while Tomi, with renewed strength, drove hard into her swollen vagina.
Tomi closed his eyes. He gave himself over to the powerful feeling of the pleasure of her wetness.
It didn't take long before he began to feel the girl's strong spasms.
She squeezed her wetness around his member, making his sensitivity incredible.
It didn't take long before he felt himself joining her spasms and exploded inside her in a huge geyser of ecstasy.
His whole body convulsed, his muscles clenched painfully, but all he felt was her wetness and the slight convulsing of her body.
He opened his eyes and saw that she was vomiting.
She'd turned her head to the side and was vomiting huge amounts of liquid over his cables and equipment.
She wasn't convulsing in the ecstasy of climaxing as he'd imagined; those were the body's spasms of vomiting.
Tomi went pale. His member abruptly went limp, and he tucked it away and buttoned his pants.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed his white seed dripping from her vagina, wetting the little hairs and dripping onto the discarded laptop under the chair.
The girl finished vomiting, looked around for Tomi, who had moved away, and got up from the chair. She fixed her skirt and drunkenly said: "Sorry about the equipment, I hope there's no damage."
She reached a hand toward his face and nearly collapsed to the floor.
Tomi moved away from her; he didn't know how to react in that situation.
She still had some vomited liquid on her face, and the semen was now dripping down her bare legs.
She rummaged through the purse that had until then hung from her shoulder and took out a crumpled tissue.
She wiped the vomit off her face and then attended to the seed on her legs.
She almost fell to the floor as she lost her balance, while Tomi still stood calmly at a safe distance.
All that interested him now was the state of the laptop under the chair because of the ugly yellowish liquid filling the keyboard.
The girl finished wiping her legs and noticed that he was looking at the vomit-covered equipment.
She laughed drunkenly, poked him on the shoulder, and staggered off down the hallway.
And that was that. The laptop was irreversibly ruined, and Tomi had lost his virginity.
He recalled the ecstasy he'd experienced while penetrating the girl, but every time, her vomit-covered face and the seed dripping down her thighs would spoil the memory.
He didn't know the girl's name, nor did he ever see her again, not even on the computer screens.
He once even asked Nick if he remembered an attractive long-legged brunette.
But he got no answer, because Nick knew masses of girls and all brunettes were the same to him.
He spent a few days searching online, but couldn't track the girl down.
Then he began to wonder why he was even bothering.
She'd only reject him with disgust or guilt now that she was sober.
And so, in the end, he moved on with his life until Nika walked into it.
For a moment he imagined getting her drunk on wine and declaring his love, at which she'd get aroused and make wild love with him, but that wasn't it.
He didn't want to spoil her image with alcohol or anything impure.
She had to remain pure in his head. He had to preserve her untainted image so he could freely give his imagination free rein while masturbating.
She had to remain sober, willing, and eager so Tomi could imagine the purity of a relationship with a girl who didn't need stimulants to endure his skinny body on hers.
And that's why he didn't want to spoil that illusion with something rash, like declaring his feelings or a drunken exploitation of the moment.
No, not that. He'd rather enjoy her presence, her incredible scent, and the sweetness of every smile she gave him.
With those thoughts he left the central computer and decided to look for the girl of his dreams, who he knew was in the laboratory surrounded by people.