"Damn! Damn, damn!" Riley Granger had a problem. It was
her mother's birthday, and when she came home at six
o'clock, Riley fully intended to have a well-iced cake
on the table and ready to eat. Moist and soft if she
could do it, but baking was something she'd only
learned on a cursory basis. If only mom wasn't a
cooking fanatic! She spent what was probably too much
of her time watching the Food Network and dreaming of
owning her own pastry shop. Riley wasn't so passionate,
but she still enjoyed doing it- and only because of
Mrs. Granger's enthusiastic tending.
Her father, on the other hand, was the exact opposite.
He couldn't cook a meal to save his life. Besides, he
was working. Late. But she was getting beside herself-
sidetracked. The problem at hand was that she had no
sugar. How were you supposed to bake a cake without
sugar? Damn! There was nothing else for it. She'd have
to go next door. It was four o'clock, and despite the
fact that she had time, there were a lot of things that
could go wrong, so she wanted a margin of error- and
that was why it was such a damned catastrophe.
She was in the late part of twelve, and probably
shouldn't have had such weight placed on her shoulders
as baking a good cake. But, like borrowing sugar from
the neighbors, there was no alternative. She really,
really wanted to make this birthday special. Her mom
was forty (as of three twenty-five that morning) and
even though she tried to hide it, she was upset. Anyone
would be, Riley supposed. She herself couldn't imagine
being that old.
Giving up on rummaging through the pantry, she sighed
and pulled herself up on the granite counter top. She
glanced over in the mirror for a quick once-over. She
definitely didn't have the sort of frame which earned
long stares from boys, but it wasn't that bad, either.
She was just a little dorky, that was all, with horn-
rimmed black glasses and short brown hair, slightly
shortish and skinny build and non-busty breasts. Just
the average sort, too average for most in the eighth
grade. 'A shame', her mother had said, 'that they can't
get it into their heads how beautiful you are'. Riley
laughed out loud in near-disgust. Just the sort of
thing a mother would say.
Satisfied with her appearance for the moment, she
trudged through the kitchen and into the wood-floored
foyer. Making sure to grab a key from the bowl on her
right and looking one last time back into the kitchen
to ensure her mixing bowl was still covered, she opened
the door and walked out into the sunlight and warmth of
a summer afternoon. She locked the it behind her. After
a fifteen second stroll to the adjacent house and up
its pebbled driveway, she reached its front porch, and
knocked.
She waited.
And waited.
Knocked again.
And waited some more.
Until finally, she was tired of waiting and turned her
back to go to the other side of her house. And in the
instant she began to move, the door creaked open behind
her. She had a flash vision of a creepy old guy
snickering and asking her to come inside, but banished
it as she realized no one over thirty-five lived in the
house. She turned. Framed in the crack was the eye of
what looked like a little boy. He pushed open the door
further.
"Wha?" he asked her with one eyebrow raised. He was a
green-eyed one, with close-cropped brown hair that
looked blond the way the light caught it. It would be
black when he was older-she'd seen his father. He was a
little small for his age- ten, was it? but he wasn't
skinny or fat- average build, like her. His eyes were
at level with her collarbone, but now they were looking
up into hers. What was his name? Sam! Sam Maxwell. He'd
lived there for five years and she'd never once spoken
to him.
"Hi." she started off. "I was wondering if I could
borrow some..." Riley stuttered. "S-sugar." There was
an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach, like fear
almost, but it wasn't nervousness, she knew that. What
the hell?
Sam seemed almost taken aback. He blinked. "Um... sure.
I think we've got some in the kitchen. Uh... want to
come in?" She did. It was hot outside, and the blast of
air conditioning on her face was tempting. So she
nodded in agreement. The kid swung the door open wider
and she saw that he was wearing loose blue pajama pants
and a shirt that was much too big for him- the kind a
father would give to his son as sleepwear. She read the
words on it - "Planet Hollywood". There was an ape on
it. She smiled at the silly expression it wore and
thought about how funny it was that people could charge
so much for an average hamburger just because Silvester
Stalone and friends endorsed the restaurant.
When she realized she was staring, she tore her sight
away and turned her attention to a glass art vase that
was set in an alcove in the wall. Sam smiled sheepishly
and- blushed? He turned to go get the sugar. Riley
looked around the foyer of the house. It was a nearly
identical replication of her own, aside from wall color
and the type of wood in the floor. It appeared that
someone in the Maxwell house was in to style-
everything appeared to be top of the line and well-
placed. From what she could see of the living room, it
looked like something that would come out of a
furniture store showroom. Maybe it had.
When she played her eyes over the area, they hit a
closet. It was ajar, and it looked like the kid had
been rummaging inside. A toy had been absentmindedly
thrown out and inside she saw a flashlight on the
floor. That was why he hadn't heard the knock. He was
looking for something. But she saw something hanging in
the closet which caught her attention- a coat. A
corduroy white coat with faux-fur lining inside. Her
coat! She'd lost in months ago. Her mother had taken a
bag of her clothes to use for something and had never
brought them back- said she'd lost them. Riley and her
and looked everywhere, but the bag was nowhere to be
found.
But of course! They'd forgotten all about the fact that
Mrs. Granger had gone to the Maxwell's to have coffee
with Sam's mother that day! She must have left the bag
there! Riley almost laughed at the irony of having
coffee at the Maxwell house, but then dragged her mind
forcibly away from that, for the boy was walking back
in. In his hand was a Ziploc full of sugar. Wonderful!
"I put it in a bag for you." The kid said. His voice
had a pleasant ring to it, as if he really cared about
whether or not Riley Granger got her sugar. It was
high, but in a nice way, not an annoying or whiny one.
Sam seemed like a nice person. She found herself
wishing she had gotten to know him better- and then
there was the feeling again! This time stronger,
filling her chest and making her light-headed. She
suddenly recognized what it was- she'd felt it for a
boy once before, and he'd turned her down. Hard. It had
been in the sixth grade, and after that, she swore
never to love again.
Oh my God! Riley frantically thought. What in hell was
she doing? He was- he was ten! She had to get her coat
and other clothes and get out of here before she
started acting stupid.
"Say, that's my coat!" She said to him, fighting to
keep her voice from faltering. "And I think you've got
other things of mine too. My mom left a bag of my stuff
here." And he was blushing! For god's sake! She forced
herself to be calm. It's okay, she thought. Just get
the clothes and leave.
The boy smiled in a bubbly way, but it seemed almost
forced, like he was fighting a losing battle against
what his face really wanted to do.
"Yeah! Mom said she wanted to... uh... give it to you
guys soon. I've got the rest in my room." and she found
herself following him as he scampered away, perhaps too
fast, up the stairs and onto a carpeted upper balcony
overlooking the door. He went into a room painted
robin's egg blue. It was littered with clothes and
toys. Riley entered cautiously, trying to ensure her
foot wasn't unexpectedly stabbed by an errant
plaything.
Sam turned sharply from the room's closet and seemed
surprised to see her. "Oh. I thought you were," he
swallowed, "downstairs." his voice shook and she
thought she saw sweat on his palms before he realized
she was looking at them and hastily tried to wipe them
on his shirt.
Her own heart was pounding like a drum, trying
unsuccessfully (for the moment) to beat its way out of
her chest. The "fear" was coursing through her, and she
found that her words didn't respond the way they were
supposed to. And then- something else, too. Deep down
in her stomach, a rising sensation of warmth and an
itch to be touched, and she found that she was very
wet. She just hoped he didn't recognize the smell.
The two stood there for one long, drawn out moment of
awkward silence, their eyes turned away from each
other.
He started. "I... I don't know. It's just... I
don't..." he trailed off and fidgeted with his hands.
Riley felt as if she'd just been in an Olympic 100-yard
dash. Adrenaline seemed to be the only thing that drove
her to continue standing. She felt a longing to sit
down, coupled with something else- she wanted to touch
his hair and- Jesus! She had to get out!
Riley braced herself against the door frame. Sam was
toying with the bag of sugar, jerking it this way and
that, and it looked as if he'd tear it if he wasn't
careful.
"Okay. Wait." she said aloud. Her heart was racing. She
took a long, slow breath. "Let's stop this. We're both
acting like two people from a cheesy romance novel."
Sam's face fell. He still had the bag of sugar in his
hand, and he set it down on a nightstand. Riley sighed.
He looked like he'd been caught with his hand in
someone else's cookie jar.
"Romance?" he asked weakly and sat down slowly on his
bed.
"Yes." Riley answered.
He sighed deeply. "I don't know what this is. I don't
even know you!"
She actually thought about it. Was it possible? She
didn't believe in love at first sight- especially with
a little kid! It was something dreamed up by romance
novelists and scriptwriters to draw in crowds and sweep
audiences and readers off their feet- it didn't exist!
A myth, a fantasy- people had to get to know each other
before- well, didn't they? Damnit, she didn't know!
"I don't know. Let's just look for your stuff." They
managed to spend about a full minute just fishing
around in the piles of junk for a black sears bag. Sam
looked up at her when the silence became unbearable.
Looked right up, and his innocent green eyes met hers
at the perfect angle.
Before she understood what she was doing, she leaned
forward and kissed him. And then, when the part of her
brain that wasn't pure animal instinct kicked in, she
shot back reflexively and landed against the wall of
the closet. The boy was running his tongue over his
teeth with a puzzled expression, like he was working a
math problem. Then, his eyes came up and pierced her
own.
"Oh my god." Riley stammered, stunned by her own
actions.
And, completely contrary to what she expected of him,
he put his hand on the wood beside her, and pulled
himself up onto tip-toe so that his lips met hers
again. And so it was for what could have been twenty
seconds. And going along with the cliche, it did seem
like an eternity. At first his teeth were closed, and
she felt the little gap in their front, but then,
slowly, they opened wide and she felt his tongue
inside. It reached forward to touch her own, and then
shot back, only to slowly return. But then, to stop
herself from falling into a hole which she would never
escape, she pulled away from the kiss, and leaned back
with him against her chest, his breath on her face and
his eyes meeting hers.
"I... I've never... I've never kissed a girl," he
spilled.
"And I've never kissed a guy. So that makes two of us."
Riley whispered. And then she discovered that her knee
was in his crotch, poking him. And just as she was
about to move it, she realized that something there was
poking her back.
The shock of it sent her head spinning. This was a boy-
merely a boy. A boy with red ears and cheeks and green
eyes and a smile that could captivate anyone, she
thought. Her knee came down and he fell forward a
little, and there it was, touching her thigh, poised
perfectly at the entrance to Riley Granger. A few
inches of fabric were all that separated her from him.
And then she noticed that she had been looking down,
and that it was pushing his blue pajama pants out like
a small tent, and that he had seen her.
It would be nearly impossible to describe the
expression on his face- one of total shame and shock
and something else- confused longing. And he gushed out
words like he had just caused the world to end. "I... I
didn't, I don't... I've never... just... oh, no. No,
no..." And then confused sounds, like an animal makes,
and in his eyes the most profound fear. "Please just...
it was... an accident." He pushed himself back, but she
caught him.
"Stop. It's okay. It's alright." And in his face she
saw the most gratifying sensation of relief. His eyes
widened and he looked at her again.
"You don't... really? Really?" and she nodded to assure
him. Then she found that her hand was very near the
tent, almost touching. She could see it jumping, like
it was alive. Their eyes met. He looked very afraid.
"Are you going to..." he trailed off.
"Do you want me to?" Riley carefully asked.
And then he was confused again.
"I've never done anything like that before... but...
oh... yes. Yes, yes." the last words were a breath,
nearly a plea. And his eyes opened and she saw the
deepest depths of who he was. He wanted her to know
everything, his mind, his body, his soul and the space
in between and in that instant nothing was in the
universe but him and her pounding heart. Her hand moved
three inches and rested upon the top of his pajamas and
pulled them downwards.
Below, there was his underwear with that thing pushing
it outwards and upwards. He was breathing very hard,
and she could feel his heart against hers, running like
he'd been in a marathon. She wrapped her finger into
the band and moved the last obstacle from her way.
And there it was. It sprang out to meet her, slightly
pink, smooth, hairless, its light-colored head bobbing
in front of her hand, pulsing with the beating of his
heart. It was four inches long, and very erect. It
seemed to be pushing against its own skin. Below, his
sack seemed to be drawn up, waiting. She cupped it in
her hand. Sam exhaled, and held his breath for a
moment. She looked into his face, and he sank to the
ground, never breaking eye contact. She followed,
keeping her hand on his underwear and pulling them off
as he went. She went to the socks next, so that he was
just sitting there in the shirt with it sticking up
between his legs and nearly quivering. His whole body
was shaking, and his breath was nearly at
hyperventilating speeds.
She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. In an
afterthought, she removed her glasses and threw them
aside. Off came her panties and there she was, slightly
hairy with black fuzz and with her clit, she saw,
poking out at the top. Sam looked on with awestruck
amazement and incredible unwavering longing. He looked
as if he would cry. And she went to her knees and
kissed him for a very long time.
And when they broke, he said, "You're really pretty."
and then kissed her again.
She fell backwards against a pile of clothes and
hastily removed a toy that was poking her back. He
surged forward and then stopped, kneeling, his eyes
fixed on her lower body, his cheeks still red,
breathing hard and fast. He looked up at her
questioningly and she took his penis in her hand. Its
head peeked out of the top of her fist. She jacked it
one time up and down. Sam exhaled heavily.
"Ooh." came from his lips. "What did you... oh! That's
great!" he said after she did it again. A shiver ran
down his spine and then she opened her legs. Sam was
awestruck and couldn't take his eyes off her. She put
her hands behind his back and pulled him forward. She
then gripped it again in her hands and guided him into
her.
"Unhh." Sam moaned and then he was silent except for
his breathing. She had almost cried out herself with
how good it felt. She had had to bite her lip to stop.
For a moment he was silent, and then into her ear,
"It's so... warm." And out of instinct, he pulled back
and pushed in again. He made a little 'mnh' noise. His
flushed face pulled back and looked at her with
profound thanks, and then he was against her shoulder
and his hips were bucking back and forth, his breath in
short, strained gasps. It was the most glorious feeling
in the world for Riley. It felt like almost nothing
she'd ever experienced. Her own hand could never be
this good.
Her fingers flew to her clit and massaged it in
circles, and God, did it feel good! It was already
building, she realized! It had never come this fast!
"Ahh." Sam breathed, pounding into her with force.
"So... good... oh!" And then he was shaking against
her, a building tremor, and she felt it in herself as
well, a crashing, raging rapid of pleasure and ecstasy
and happiness and passion, and it rushed from the pit
of her stomach to all her limbs and straight into her
quaking vagina, and waves and waves of the most
incredible feeling filled her. And then it happened-
her climax was one of the most powerful she'd known,
pounding in her ears and filling her very soul.
"Oh! Oh my God!" she gasped out, unable to contain
herself. And as she did, she felt the boy's hands on
her sides grip suddenly and he drew a quick, deep
breath in shock.
"I'm gonna... oh! I... I... ahhh!" Sam breathed as she
rode the waves of pleasure and gripped his back like a
vice. She felt him quiver inside of her, and then his
whole body went rigid. And Riley felt it kick and jump
inside of her, beating against the top wall of her own
spasming vagina. He was stiff against her in the moment
of his first orgasm, his hot and flushed face against
her shoulder and his breath through his teeth in
starts. He gasped and exhaled a long "Ohhhhhh," and
then was very still.
Riley was breathing very hard and so was he. His breath
against her ear was nice to feel. Sam slowly pulled out
of her and eased himself down on the pile of clothing.
He moved against
her and their world was the afterglow. She toyed
absently with his subsiding erection, and his eyes
closed as he sighed. Slowly the feelings subsided to
warm lethargy and they lay there, staring at the
ceiling.
And after a while, their breathing came back to normal
and Sam suddenly laughed in his tenor, a soft and
musical sound that filled her ears in the closed space
and she laughed too, and both fell into fits of
giggles, and when it stopped, she held him against her
chest, his soft hair under her chin.
"Thank you." he said. "Thank you. That was better than
anything. What was that last part?"
"It's called an orgasm." Riley breathed. He rolled it
around in his mouth and tried to sound it out. "Ore-
gas-um." and he smiled, proud of himself. But then he
started and pushed himself aside so he could look at
her.
"Wha about your cake?" he asked, propped up on one
elbow.
"Want to help me make it?"
Sam nodded vigorously. "My mom won't be home for two
hours, but we've only got an hour to bake." he looked
serious.
"Then let's get started." She pulled herself up and
began sorting out their clothes. "All I need is that
bag of sugar. I'll have to come back for the clothes
another time."
He smiled, conspiratorially, already thinking of the
things to come.
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