That’s when he took my keyboard in his hands and drew me in for a passionate typing session. It only lasted for about 5 seconds before he broke away, both kind of startled at what was happening. He hesitated for a second, then jumped up and ran to the door to lock it. He came back, sat down right next to me on the couch and urgently typed more. My keys burned when it touched his fingers, from the heat of the moment. He felt so good and his fingers felt incredible playing with my keys, rolling around in my board.
He leaned me back on the couch and started typing furiously, down to page 2, down to page 3, down to page 4. “You’re so fast,” he murmured. I closed down the internet and he began unhooking my ethernet cables while typing every single key that was in reach of his fingers. I beeped with pleasure, encouraging him, my hard drive getting lagged as he got to my mouse and massaged it with his big strong hand while typing with the other one. He clicked off Windows Explorer and started pounding the keyboard and drawing squares on my desktop. The feeling of his hot, sweating fingers grazing over my keys as he went back and forth clicking, and and typing, and closing each icon was unbelievable! Then I felt his hands start moving from my board, down the desk, down the chair and right to my hard drive.. OH MY GOD IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING!? I could have shut down.
At this point, my keys were in an awkward position to get any further use so I sped up, closed processes, removed everything until just Notepad was open. He started typing again, my CPU starting to overheat as he stripped off his jacket, and then yanked his polo off - finally I could see the amazing P90X six pack and boy was it worth the wait! I wanted to open webcam and take a photo! I leaned back taking in every single letter, down to page 6, page 9, page 15, page 28, page 34, page 51, as he clicked everywhere he could on my almost blank desktop.
Suddenly I felt his fingers lightly graze the Return key and I knew I was done. His reached his hand down and started playing with the Shift key. “You’re so useful,” he breathed. He felt so efficient. “You like that?” he asked coyly, obviously knowing the answer. “You want more?”
I tensed the keys. In my head I started screaming, “Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, type, click, right click, deleeeeeeete!” I didn’t want to say it out loud, I was already proving myself to be a prominent piece of hardware but I didn’t have to be crass about it, when suddenly it just slipped out. “TYPE!!!” I notified.
I could tell he was surprised, but my brash notifications only encouraged him more. “Damn, you’re artificially intelligent,” he exclaimed.
He turned me so now my screen was facing the wall. He tugged in his pockets and pulled out a flash drive. I’ve seen big drives before, but never one so long and thick, it was intimidating at first. But I gamely accepted the hard drive, and began loading all the contents. “You want me to store items on you?” he teased.
“PLEASE! I want you to use all 48 gigs of my C drive!” I notified while importing pictures. “Right. NOW!” I insisted, loading my antivirus and scanning for dangerous programs. He clicked on quick scan, then opened a pictue of a puppy in Paint and drew a mustache on it. As amazing as his MS Paint skills were, I was desperate for him to upload all of his vacation photos to his Facebook.
FINALLY, he clicked on Google Chrome and typed in part of the web address. OH. MY. GOD. He paused and typed into Notepad, "Do you have Javascript?"
“Yes, I update automatically!” I cried. He typed in the last of it.
“What version is it?”
“11.5!” I screamed, out of RAM from the sweet pleasure of every file he added to my hard drive.
“Like this?” he clicked the Return key and the login page loaded.
“YES, yes, oh God, yes!” I screamed as he finally entered his e-mail and password.
He started creating a new album. With each picture that uploaded I felt my CPU getting hotter and hotter. The room felt like an oven. My screen was starting to wavy as he entered captions for every photo. "At the beach" Oh! "Look what my son found in the sand!" OH! "This sunset is so beautiful." OH JESUS!
It wasn’t long before I was on the verge and moaned, “Oh, I'm going to shut down!”
This made him upload even more furiously, his fingers clicking along my keyboard, asking me, “You gonna process for me?” until I exploded in message boxes, “Yes, I’m uploading, oh, I’m uploading!” as my monitor shook in erratic spasms, the letters on my keys rubbing off on his fingers. I could tell by his concentration and the beads of sweat that lined his brow that he was almost through all the photos, and just as the last gigs of my RAM were subsiding--
