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On Dec 30, 7:10 am, Dogtrot <dogtrotfe...@gmail.com> wrote:
> The usual warnings apply. If it's illegal to read this in your state/
> province/etc, don't (or if you do, don't talk it up). It does feature sex
> between consenting minors, one ten and one twelve. Take it or leave it.
> You've been warned.
>
> This is my first posted story. Tell me what you think.
>
> -Dogtrot
>
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>
> A Cake and Some Sugar
>
> by Dogtrot
>
> "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 herselfsidetracked. 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
> onceover. 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 hornrimmed 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 oldershe'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
> fantasypeople had to get to know each other before- well, didn't they?
> Damnit, she didn't know!
>
> "I dunno. Let's just look for your stuff." He got up and moved to the
> closet. She did too. 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 faceone
> 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 incredible 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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very nice story!