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A Cake and Some Sugar
by Dogtrot (dogtrotfever@gmail.com)

***

When Riley tries to borrow some sugar from the boy next 
door, she may get more than she bargained for. (bg, 
youths, 1st, rom)

***

"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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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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