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Subject: {ASSM} A Cake and Some Sugar (b/g)
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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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