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The usual warnings apply. If this story is illegal in your state/
country/province/city/etc, then don't read it. Or if you do, don't
talk it up. It does feature consenting sex between minors, one ten and
one twelve. Take it or leave it. You've been warned.

I'd MUCH appreciate it if you'd email me- dogtrotfever@gmail.com to
tell me what you think.

-Dogtrot
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Baking Time

Riley swiped her finger through the icing and tasted it. It could use
a little more thickening, but taste-wise, it was delicious. She
swiveled in her stocking feet and used her other finger to gather some
more from the bowl. The finger came forward towards Sam Maxwell's
smiling face, and his tongue lapsed out to sample.

"Wow," he mumbled around it, "That's really good. Honestly- the best
I've ever had."

"Glad you like it," she said as she went back to the kitchen island to
retrieve the bowl of cake batter. "Naturally, it's my mother's recipe.
She's big on cakes."

"I can tell. Can I have some more?" he said with a hopeful smile.
Riley set the bowl down and gave him a dirty look.

"No. It's for my mom, remember? We'll sneak some of the finished
product when it comes out of the oven."

"Aww."

She laughed and he leaned forward to kiss her, lightly and quickly.
She tasted chocolate on his lips and couldn't help but grin. He was a
head shorter than she was, and had to stand on tip-toe to reach her,
but it seemed as if he thought it well worth the effort. He kissed her
again, this time deeper.

"Mnh." she sighed as her hand went back and knocked over a whole bag
of flour. It spilled all over the floor, and a big jet of it poofed
outwards onto Sam's face and shirt. He coughed and sputtered and fell
back, waving his hand in front of his face.

"Sorry! Are you alright?"

He coughed again, and a little cloud of the stuff came from his mouth.
He blinked and made a face, and suddenly giggled. She couldn't help
but do the same, and they fell into fits of laughter, each clutching
the counter top. When it subsided, Riley looked up at him, wiping a
tear from her eye. His clothes were absolutely covered in flour. He
looked down at it with a frown.

"That's a problem, right?" he said.

"Right. You could never go home to your mother looking like that! It's
even in your hair. Let's clean up the mess, and then we'll wash your
clothes, okay?"

"Okay." he grinned.

They went to the pantry and retrieved a broom and dustpan, and Riley
began to sweep it while Sam held the pan. Something about the way his
tongue stuck out of his mouth as he deftly operated it made her feel
light-headed. When they had it all swept, he stood up and they looked
each other in the eyes. A shy smile crossed his face, and he shifted
his weight from one foot to the other. Then he made a face, and
giggled again.

"You know," he said with a mischievous tone, "It got in my pants."

"Underwear and all?" Riley replied, equally mischievous.

"Mmm-hm." he was grinning now, and she saw his hand reach down to
adjust something.

"Well, we'll just have to take care of that, won't we?"

His cheeks slowly turned red, and his ears followed. She heard his
breathing get faster and more ragged. He nodded shyly, fidgeting. She
reached forward and took his hand, and guided him to the counter.
Quickly as she could, she poured the cake batter into a pan while he
leaned over her shoulder. Transferring the pan to the oven and setting
the timers, she took his hand again. He was blushing deep now, still
embarrassed by his own feelings. They left the kitchen and went down
the hall into the laundry room. She closed the door behind them, and
he leaned backwards against it, playing with himself through his
soiled pants, unable to stop. He was breathing fast now, his eyes
transfixed on her as she stood in front of him.

They kissed against the door, and she felt an erection against her
leg, jumping in anticipation. Like a Jack Russel terrier! She squeezed
it, lightly.

"Ohh!" Sam gasped, his face in awe of her. His hands went down to his
waistband and pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion. It
jumped out, bobbing up and down, and her hand wrapped around it.

"Oh, Riley." was all he could say. And, to his utter shock and
surprise, she brought her head forward and brought it into her mouth.
Wow- it was warm, and her tongue ran over every part of it. He gasped
sharply, and his hips bucked forward in an involuntary manner. She
went backwards, then forwards, then back again and pulled it out. His
breathing was ragged, and those green eyes held love beyond any she'd
ever seen, even in movies.

"Riley?"

"Yeah?"

"I really, really, really like you."

Words weren't needed, so she went forward again. It slid effortlessly
inwards, resting on her tongue. His head went back against the wall,
and he moaned softly. She continued to suck it as he slid to the
floor, his hands on her shoulders. He began to buck into her mouth,
making little "Mnh!" noises.

"Ohhh... uhh!" his hands ran over and over her back, clenching and
unclenching them.

She went faster, bobbing up and down on it while she swirled her
tongue at its base. She felt it throb in her mouth, jumping as he slid
it inwards and outwards. Soft moans came from his mouth, and his chest
heaved in quick motions.

"Don't stop... don't... don't stop." he seemed to almost be pleading
with her. She had no intention of doing so, and she sped her motions.
His breathing was extremely fast now, and she could tell he was close
to climax.

"Ah... oh, I... I..." and then she felt his erection stiffen in her
mouth, his body following short suit. His hands clenched the sides of
her head, and he bucked forward one last time.

"Ahhhh!" he cried and his cock jumped once, twice, three times,
spasming with his body as he experienced orgasm for only the second
time in his life. "Ohhhh." he sighed and was very still. She pulled
her face away and looked at him. His eyes tilted upward, he sighed
happily and relaxed in deep contentment against the door. Riley
reached into her own pants and played her hands over herself, forcing
an involuntary moan. Sam looked into her eyes and must have seen the
longing that was there, for he reached forwards and pushed his hand
down next to hers, massaging.

"Oh God." she leaned back against the carpet. Her hand came out and
went to her breast, rubbing it furiously through her shirt. Sam leaned
forward and took one of her fingers in his mouth, tentatively at
first, and then all the way. He recoiled slightly from the taste of
her juices, and mumbled.

"It tastes funny."

"Oh, Sam, that feels so damn good!"

"It does?" he still looked awed.

"Yes. Oh, God, yes!" and her hands went to her jeans button and undid
it. She kissed him deep, feeling his hand rub her pussy. The jeans
came off, and her panties were next. She yanked off her shirt as
quickly as possible, and her bra as well. Sam gasped in wonder. She
guided his head downwards to her nipple, and he suckled it in, gently
fondling it with his tongue.

"Uhhh." Riley closed her eyes and moaned. She pushed his head upwards
and he smiled softly.

"Put your mouth on it."

"What? Your..." and he hesitated for a moment, "Pussy?"

"Yeah."

"Where?"

"At the top, and use your fingers inside."

"Okay." he whispered, and went downwards until his mouth met with her
clitoris.

"Ohhhh. Shit, ohh!" she felt his tongue lick back and forth, slowly at
first, and then faster. He gripped her thighs and set in, licking
furiously.

The pleasure was exquisite. It was better than anything she'd ever
felt, better than her first orgasm, better, even, by a very short
margin, than it had felt to have Sam inside of her, sliding in and
out. It spread rapidly, shooting up her spine and causing a shiver to
follow. Soon, her legs shook and her chest heaved. Her hands massaged
her breasts in circles, her heart pounding in her ears.

She moaned loudly and pushed the back of his head into her. His nose
rooted around in her pubic bush as his tongue became increasingly
aggressive. His hand came up and three fingers went inside of her.

"Aaahh! Unhh. Sam, don't stop. Don't stop."

His muffled reply came as she felt a fire rise within her, spreading
to her breasts, inside where his little hand slid inwards and
outwards, outside where his tongue enveloped her clit. She could feel
an orgasm building, rushing outwards from her stomach.

"Sam.... oh, Sam, I'm gonna cum, I'm... I'm... ohhhhh, I'm cumming!"
and she went rigid against him, her legs jerking and her whole body
spasming in climax. Juices flowed outwards onto Sam's face and hair,
squirting into his mouth. "Ahh!" she moaned with the pleasure, and
then felt the spasms begin to subside until they stopped. She fell
backwards, panting heavily. She looked up weakly at him and saw him on
his knees, furiously stroking a returned erection.

She reached forward and put her hand on his. After about five seconds,
he went stiff and his head went back as he had his second orgasm, his
hips moving back and forth.

"Ohh." he sighed and then collapsed against her, his wet face on her
chest. She smelled the oily scent of his hair, and all was very, very
still, except for exhausted panting and afterglow. They lay on the
floor for several minutes, their faces to the ceiling and their eyes
closed. It felt good just to hold him, and he did likewise. Finally,
after they had both caught their breath, Riley whispered in his ear.

"That was great, Sam."

"You were too." he replied and snuggled closer.

She looked up at the clock on the wall. The cake would be done in
about ten minutes.

"Sam... we probably need to get cleaned up a little."

He propped himself up on both elbows, his chest on hers, looking her
in the face.

"Yeah. Want to... um..."

"What?"

"Shower... um, together." He seemed a little sheepish.

"We had sex," she teased him, "Don't you think we can take a shower
together?"

And he smiled and fell against her again. After a minute, they pulled
themselves up on the doorknob, Sam clutching her side. His limp penis
hung between his legs, bouncing around. Riley giggled and took his
hand, opening the door and guiding him into the guest bath several
feet away. Together, they climbed into the tub. Sam turned on the
water and manipulated the knobs until the temperature was right,
activating the shower head when he was done. Hot water played over
their bodies.

Riley took the tube of shampoo and squirted some out, and then handed
it to him to do likewise. When he had a sizeable glob in his hand, he
used in on her chest and upper body. At the same time, she used hers
on his face, neck an shoulders. Progressing downward, the washed each
other. She soaped up his penis and gave it a good washing, and she
heard him laugh. They did each other's hair and then got out and dried
off with Mrs. Granger's soft blue and green towels.

Drying his hair and face and lifting the towel, she saw that he was
grinning, and they kissed. After several minutes of gathering up
clothing and shaking out Sam's, they were each dressed and clean.
Riley heard a soft beeping and Sam followed her down the hall back to
the kitchen. The noise grew louder as she approached the stove, and
she reached forward to turn off the timers.

The cake came out perfect- just as she had imagined the best cake to
be. She checked the clock- they wouldn't have time to try any after
all. It was alright- he could probably have leftovers some other day.
But it didn't seem to matter to him- he was positively beaming with
happiness. Why should it? He already had his present. They kissed one
final time.

"You should go. My mom will be here in... about ten minutes. And my
Dad won't be far behind. Trust me, you don't want to meet my Dad in
these circumstances."

"I don't think my parents'd be too happy if they came home to that,
either." he giggled as she walked him out into the foyer and opened
the front door. Outside, the sun was setting and the sky was afire.
Sam walked a ways down the sidewalk and then turned to look back.

"Same time tommorow?" he asked with a hint of anticipation.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Great! Well... bye." he waved back as he turned to head back to his
house.

"Oh, and Sam-" she called after him. He turned once more. "Thanks for
the sugar."

"Any time." he said, and winked, before continuing down the walk and
disappearing behind a street-side hedgerow. Slowly, with a smile on
her face, Riley closed her door.

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