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More Than Meets The Eye
by Dogtrot (dogtrotfever@gmail.com)
***
Riley's first babysitting job turns out to be a unique
opportunity. (bg, youths, mast, rom)
***
Author note: 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. If
you're going to email me, please see the bottom of this
page for my Guidelines of Emailness. If it's asking me
to do something, (I take all sorts of feedback,
readable or not) I won't even read it if you don't
follow them. (They're pretty simple legibility
requirements). Thanks, Dogtrot
***
STORY BACKGROUND NOTE: PLEASE READ SO YOU KNOW WHAT'S
GOING ON:
Due to some confusion on my second story about ages of
characters, I'm going to include this in every
subsequent S&R (Sam & Riley) story so that everyone is
on the same page. There are stories that come before
this one, and they are listed below. You don't have to
read them, but I strongly recommend that you do (before
you read this one) so that you're appropriately
informed during your reading. All stories can be found
on my page on ASSTR, but I'll provide Google Published
links to make it easy.
1. A Cake and Some Sugar- When Riley goes next door to
borrow some sugar from the neighbor's ten-year-old, she
may get more than she bargained for.
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=ddd2kck6_17cw9nd5cs
2. Baking Time- Sam and Riley bake a cake, and things
get a little... messy.
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=ddd2kck6_11g2cbdtgx
***
More Than Meets the Eye
"It looks like rain." forty-year-old Janice Granger
said wistfully, staring out at the park greens behind
the house.
"Right." her daughter Riley concurred as she cleaned up
from dinner. Her father, Howard, who would have dish
duty tomorrow, shrugged indifference from the couch. A
boom of thunder rolled across from the west, shaking
the windows. Mrs. Granger shook her head and went into
the kitchen, kissing the top of Riley's head as she
loaded plates into the dishwasher.
Rain indeed, Riley thought to herself. It just didn't
seem like the right way to end the day. But, regardless
of her own feelings, that was the way it was. She
finished stocking the rack and slid it into its berth,
closing the door behind it with a click. She heard the
rinse cycle begin with its customary whir, and sighed,
leaning back against the counter. The first few drops
of rain began to patter on the roof, steadily
increasing in frequency and size.
Riley sighed, and a deep pang of melancholy sadness
filled her chest. A week. She hadn't seen Sam in a
week. Sometimes she would find herself in a room and be
unable to remember how she had got there, or find
herself thinking about his fantastically deep eyes when
she was supposed to be doing her chores. They'd only
had a few hours together, but it was enough to bring
her life to a standstill.
"Brrring!" the sound of the family's phones rang out
through the house, echoing off the walls.
Riley spun and slid along the kitchen tile, reaching
forward to answer.
"Hello?"
"Riley?" the voice on the other end was Sam's.
"Sam!" adrenaline blossomed across her breastbone. Her
face suddenly felt hot, and her hands broke out in
sweat.
"Hi! Um... my mom wants to talk to you." he sounded
like he was having trouble breathing at a steady pace.
Riley felt a stab of primal fear. What if his parents
had found out that she had sex with their ten-year-old?
"Riley Granger? Hi, this is Jennifer Maxwell, Sam's
mom- I'm glad I caught you, because I wanted to ask you
a question."
"Okay."
"You'll be thirteen soon, right?"
"Yeah, I will- in September."
"Well, good- listen, I wanted to talk to you about a
possible babysitting job."
Really? Whew!
"Wow. You mean, for Sam."
"Yeah, yeah- my husband just gave me the news that he's
got reservations to a very nice restaurant, and if it's
okay with your parents, we'd like to pay you to come
take care of Sam and the house while we have our
dinner, and possibly spend the night at a hotel."
"That sounds great," Riley fought to keep from sounding
too enthusiastic. "But I'll have to ask my mom real
quick. Hold on."
She called out to her mom, who had moved to the couch
and was watching a reality program with her dad.
"Hmm?" she answered, turning and leaning on the back of
the couch.
"Do you think it's alright if I babysit for the
Maxwells?"
"When, honey?"
"Tomorrow night."
"Um, that sounds great, Riley." she pushed herself up
and squeezed Mr. Granger's hand before she strolled
over to her daughter at the phone.
"My mom says it's all right if I do that."
"You might have to spend the night, and you may need to
cook something too- you know, some macaroni or
something."
"I can do that." she held the phone away for a moment.
"I may have to stay there the night."
"Alright. We'll be right here if you need any help- I
was top babysitter in my day, you know." she chuckled.
"Okay, Mrs. Maxwell. So, are we set up?"
"I guess we are. My husband and I will pay you part at
the beginning and the rest when we get back in the
morning. Listen, I understand this is probably a little
bit hard for you, since you and Sam have never really
talked."
"Not at all, Mrs. Maxwell. Trust me."
"Good, then. You need to be here at... six o'clock
tomorrow night.
"'Kay. Thanks a lot."
"You're welcome, Riley. Bye, then."
"Bye." Riley hit the end call button and put the phone
back on the hook.
Mrs. Granger was smiling as she leaned against the wall
post, and Mr. Granger did likewise from his position on
the couch.
"Sounds like you've got your first job."
"Yeah."
"That's wonderful, baby. I'm so happy for you. Listen,
if you need anything while you're babysitting, I can
help you out. Like I said, I used to be quite the
sitter when I was your age."
"Thanks, Mom."
"Why don't you come sit with me and your father? Deal
or No Deal is on."
"Sure." and she followed her into the living room, and
when she had seated herself on the family's firm
leather couch, her father spoke up.
"Riley, this might be a chance for you to get to know
that Maxwell boy. Your ages aren't terribly far apart.
I was talking to his father the other day, and he
thinks Sam could use a friend who lived close by. All
his school buddies aren't within walking distance of
their house."
Riley thought for a moment. Can't sound eager, she
reminded herself.
"He's ten, dad."
"I know, but that shouldn't stop you from getting to
know him."
"Alright... if you say so. He seemed pretty nice on the
phone."
Lord. What lies.
"He probably is. Just give him a chance. Listen to him.
That's all it takes with most kids his age. They just
like to be listened to."
Riley smiled when he turned back to the TV, marveling
at the irony. Her heart had calmed down a bit, but she
still felt antsy with anticipation. A whole night alone
with him! My god, what luck she had.
***
The next evening at six o'clock sharp, she was walking
up the Maxwell's pebbled front walk, a duffel bag of
clothes and toiletries in her hand. She wore dark jeans
a colorful oriental silk blouse, and wasn't wearing her
glasses- instead, a pair of contacts. She rang the
doorbell and waited, hearing a slight scuffling noise
inside.
The door opened, and standing in front of her was a
ten-year-old boy with light brown hair, a little bit
tousled, emerald green eyes, and a grin on his face. He
swallowed, his eyes sparkling, and then exhaled a long
and ragged breath. His cheeks were suddenly pink, as
were his ears.
"Hi, Riley." he looked around himself and then came
forward and hugged her. He sighed deeply as his head
connected with her chest, and she took a deep breath of
the warm smell of his hair.
"I missed you." she whispered into his ear. He sighed
again and then pulled back to hold her at arms length
as she closed the door behind her. His hand came up and
touched her face, never anything but gentle.
"Thank you... for coming, you know." his hand fell to
his side. There was sudden movement in the room and he
quickly moved aside as Mrs. Maxwell entered in a
fabulous dress, her left arm connected with her
husband, who was wearing a stylishly prepared suit.
"Riley! Hello, dear. Thank you so much for coming."
"My pleasure."
Quite literally, in fact.
"Here's your initial payment." she handed Riley a
folded bill, "There's food on the kitchen counter-
macaroni and cheese, like I said. Sam's favorite."
"Mom."
"Oh, hush dear." she ruffled his hair, laughing, and he
half made a face.
"I'm glad you could do this, Riley. It really helps me
out." Mr. Granger smiled towards his wife.
"Anything at all, Mr. Maxwell."
"Of course- you know, having you here might open up
more opportunities in the future. But we should go."
They left through the garage, Sam's mom blowing her son
a kiss just before escorting her husband into the
hallway. Once Riley was sure she'd seen their tail
lights leave the driveway, she turned to Sam. He was
most definitely flushed, but this time, it seemed to be
from something other than embarrassment.
"Come on." she took his hand and led him into the
kitchen. On the counter, a box of Kraft Mac and Cheese
sat next to a drainer and a stick of butter.
"I know how to cook that, you know." Sam said with
forced annoyance. Riley turned and grabbed his other
hand, pulling him in towards her and kissing him
softly.
"Mmnh." he made a little noise and his tongue came
forward to meet her own. Her face felt hot, and
suddenly she was aware of something poking her thigh.
She pulled away for a moment and saw that Sam was
blushing deeply. She glanced down and giggled at how
his jeans stuck out.
"Uh... sorry." he shrugged, looking down too, but then
both looked up and locked eyes for a long moment. Riley
could see the longing in him, yearning for her.
"Not yet." she teased him, kissing him lightly again.
He seemed to be having difficulty breathing at an even
rate, and she felt a little bit of sweat on his palms.
"Soon?" he asked mischievously, pulling his head back
slightly and grinning.
"Soon." Riley danced away from his grasp, and he
scampered up behind her. She prepared the macaroni as
hurriedly as she could, with his help, and they played
with each other the entire time. At one point, he shot
her with the sink's water hose and had to help her dry
off with paper towels. But when they were done, she had
herself a decent meal.
"Let's eat." she paused, holding her bowl in one hand.
And they did- like two wild savages. Riley could feel
her heart rate increasing as she ate, adrenaline
shooting through her veins. Her hand trembled slightly
as it brought her fork to her mouth- and Sam looked
like he was somewhere else and his body was running on
autopilot. Finally, after what seemed like much too
long, she finished and dropped her utensil with a
clatter in her empty bowl. Several seconds later, he
did the same.
There was a long moment in which he absentmindedly
admired the tablecloth, and then his eyes drifted
upwards to meet her own. He breathed out heavily, like
he'd just lifted something extremely heavy and then
immediately set it back down. He blushed again and
squirmed a little in his chair, and she stood, pushing
her own seat away. She walked around and took his hand,
pulling him up and kissing him, fast and hard.
Sam looked startled, his eyes wide. Then he shook his
head and sighed, staring into hers. She motioned him
forward and he followed her, holding her hand, up the
stairs in the foyer and into a plush-carpeted hallway.
They stumbled into his bedroom and she turned out the
light and shut the door behind. For a second, they
stared at each other across the darkness. Outside,
night had already fallen.
"It's... kind of cold in here." Sam shifted his weight
from one foot to the other.
"Yeah, it is. But we can warm it up." Riley pulled him
in to her chest and held him there for a moment, her
hands at his waist. Then, slowly, she brought her palm
to rest on his groin. There was a long pause where they
both stood stock-still, their noses inches from one
another and their breath intermingling. In one quick,
deft movement, she unzipped his jeans and pulled back
his underwear. In the gray light from the window, she
gripped his hairless, stiff erection in her hand. It
was so perfectly shaped, and she knew its four inch
length was on the high end for his age.
"Oh." Sam gasped, stunned, and she touched her lips
lightly to his, briefly. When she released her hands
from his sides, he backed up and pushed the covers
aside as he sat down, hastily removing his other
clothing while he did. After a few moments, he had
climbed under the blankets, and his wide eyes watched
her as she undressed with total rapture.
She stood over him for a count, and he relaxed against
the pillow behind him, the sheets pushed upwards toward
the middle of his body. She could hear his breath,
soft, but with a quality to it like he was nearly
holding it in. He made a little make noise of awe when
she slid in beside him and felt his warm skin against
her own, and his hands felt moist against her arms. She
reached forward and squeezed his erection, stroking it
towards her in rapid motions.
"Mmnhhm." Sam grunted and his back arched, his face
suddenly contorted as a brief shiver of pleasure washed
over him. It passed and a soft, low sigh escaped his
lips. Riley took his right hand from his shoulder and
guided it to her clit, still masturbating him.
"Just rub there. That's what makes me feel good."
"O..." he swallowed. "Okay."
Riley brought herself around, spreading her legs across
him, her eyes never leaving his. She could feel her
pussy squish against his smooth stomach as she eased
downwards. For a moment, they looked into one another's
faces. Her hands were on his chest, and his thumbs were
on her clit. He looked like he might cry for sheer
happiness. In one movement, she lifted herself up and
came down on top of his penis.
She felt it kick as it slid in, filling the emptiness
within. Sam drew a quick, sharp breath through his
teeth, and Riley heard herself moan softly. She rose
and fell on him, going faster until she hit the perfect
rhythm. Her thighs made a slapping noise against his,
and his hips began to involuntarily buck upwards. Her
face tilted upwards as the first attacks of pleasure
began.
Sam's thumbs furiously rubbed at her clit, and his
tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth. His face
contorted, tightening as pleasure built.
"Ohhh." involuntarily escaped his lips as he briefly
increased the frequency of his hip motions as another
wave hit him. He was panting, now, and she put her hand
over his as he rubbed at the top of her pussy. She
moaned again, this time louder, and went down with more
force. Her breasts bounced up and down, hitting her
chest with a thud each time.
"Oh, God, Sam- ohhh, God." each and every breath
increased the ecstasy by exponential amounts, his
erection bouncing against the walls of her vagina. It
was incredible. Sam's expression was one of pure
exultation, his eyes closed and his breath through his
teeth.
They fucked for a full minute, her moans getting louder
as the feelings within her built to unbearably intense
levels. Sam's face shifted constantly as cycles of good
feelings struck him at every second. He was pounding
upwards into her, his breathing completely ragged and
rapid.
"Ahhmmmhh- Riley," he whispered, a sheen of sweat on
his forehead, "Oh, that feels so good."
"Sam," Riley breathed as she felt a rising torrent
within her, "I think... aaaahh! Oh, God, I'm going to
cum- I'm going to cum, Sam! Oh, shit, oh shit, ohhhhh!"
Her climax struck with relentless, brutal force, and
her entire body went completely rigid, her muscles
trembling and shaking, small moans coming from her
mouth as each spasm hit. Her pussy spasmed around Sam
as he bucked his hips. His hands tightened on her
sides, and as she began to stop cumming, she saw his
face clench.
"Riley, I'm gonna have a... I'm gonna have an or...
orgasm." he managed to moan just before his back arched
and he stiffened beneath her. Inside her pussy, she
felt his erection grow just the slightest bit, then
freeze for several seconds. "Oh, oh ohhhhhhhh!" he
shouted as the feelings overwhelmed him.
Sam bucked backwards and forwards five more times in a
spastic way, and she felt his penis kick and jump
inside of her as he came with powerful force. For what
might have been six seconds, he dug his fingers into
her sides and released a long, ragged breath. Then, as
quickly as his climax had hit, it subsided, and he
collapsed backwards against the bed, sighing deeply
between exhausted pants.
Riley pulled herself slowly off him, and he twitched as
the head popped out. She fell against the mattress and
snuggled up to his warm side, resting her sweaty head
on his chest. Her hand found his and both relaxed
against the pillow top, Sam still with his eyes closed.
After they had regained their breath and she felt his
heart slow down to a normal speed, she pulled herself
upwards so her head rested next to his.
He opened his eyes and stared upwards with a contented
smile.
"Wow." he breathed.
"Did you like that?" she whispered the question into
his ear.
"Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah." the smell of his hair drifted over
to her, a warm and oily aroma mixed with the slight
tinge of his sweat. She pushed her nose forward to
smell it better. It felt nice, thick and soft. She took
a deep breath this time, filling her lungs with it.
Mmmm! Before she realized she was doing it, she was
holding his head and drinking it in. His face was
against her chest, and he squirmed for a moment
underneath, making a muffled, confused noise against
her.
Finally he was able to push himself up on his elbows
and break free of her grasp to look her in her eyes,
his face very near to hers. He gave her a look like she
had suddenly gone mad. She just giggled and ran her
hand through the hair. He shook his head slightly.
"Riley, what are you doing?" he said the words gently,
but his voice had concern in it.
"Oh, Sam. I just... I just love being with you. I can't
get enough of you."
He smiled, shyly. "Really?" he whispered.
"Yes. Oh, God, yes."
"I love you too, Riley." and he gave her a long, warm
hug. She hugged him back, and after a few seconds he
loosened and rolled to the side. Riley flipped so they
could face each other sideways. She kissed him softly,
and stroked his chin.
"You're so handsome."
"I'm not the one- it's you who's so damn gorgeous."
She giggled at the word. "Oh, you too."
But then he looked uncertain for a moment, averting his
eyes.
"But I'm not- I'm not like them."
"What do you mean?" Riley frowned.
"I'm not... older. You know- I'm just a kid."
"That's not true."
"Well, I am!" he looked very sad.
Riley sighed. "Okay, so what if you are?" she ran her
hand over his cheek.
"Well, they have muscles, and they're tall, and they
have... hair. And I can't be as good as them, so why-"
She put her finger to his lips, and he quieted.
"Sam, listen. Those older boys, they..." she lowered
her voice and added sarcasm. "They're so big, so
strong, so God damn amazing, that they think they're
better than everyone else."
Sam nodded slowly, and she continued. "They don't know
what's good for them, but they're so arrogant, they
think they do. But you, Sam- you're something else. You
are without a doubt the nicest boy I've ever met."
Sam blushed and looked away for a moment. "I... I am?"
he breathed, awed.
"No contest. No one else even comes close. You're
sincere, you're genuine, you're real- and that's all I
ever wanted from anyone. And I love you- I love your
smile, and your laugh, and your eyes." She traced a
finger around his belly button. "I love every part of
you."
"But," he looked up at her, questioning. "I'm not
as..." and he pointed downwards under the blankets,
towards the darkness which hid his crotch. "You know-
big. I know that much."
"Sam, it doesn't matter to me at all. And you're ten-
that's fine with me, and for your age, you have a very
nice cock."
He grinned up at her, and she put her hand on his cheek
again.
"Thanks. Thanks a whole lot." he kissed her softly.
When she pulled away after about ten seconds, Riley
thought of something.
"But you know, I don't really know all that much about
your life outside of here."
"You mean school and stuff?"
"Yeah- you're going to be in fifth next year, right?"
And so they talked, for almost an hour. Sam was
surprised to hear about all the things that went on in
the seventh grade, and a little scared, too, because
the next year, he'd have to go to middle school. They
talked about his friends, her friends, about favorite
TV shows and colors and foods, and all sorts of things
that she would never discuss with anyone else. They
even talked about Riley's promise never to love another
person.
After a long time, she started to hear him yawn in
between sentences, and his voice got sleepier and
sleepier.
"So I was... playing tetherball and... Will walked up."
he yawned deeply.
"And what happened?" she whispered. "Sam?"
She got no response. His head was against her shoulder,
and he snuggled closer to her side, but she could hear
that his breathing had become deep and even. Slowly,
his head warmed, too, until it was almost hot.
"Good night, Sam." and she kissed the top of his head,
pulling him in a little to her. His limp penis hung
against her thigh, and his breath warmed her neck. She
didn't remember falling asleep.
***
When she woke, it was still dark. A digital clock she
hadn't noticed before flashed 2:35 in light blue
letters from the wall. Sam was still against her, but
on his back next to her now, breathing softly. She
paused. There was something... missing. She thought a
moment. When she was very little and she would get
scared, she would go to her parent's room and get into
bed with her mother and father. But her father snored
like a hog. At first, it drove her crazy, but slowly,
over the course of many midnight visits, she learned to
be comfortable with it.
Her father's snores were such an early childhood memory
that they had become ingrained in her subconscious. So,
it seemed strange that here she was, in bed with
someone else, and there was no snoring. In fact, as she
listened, it didn't seem as though Sam did anything but
just breathe. No strange noises, no snorts, no nothing.
Just soothing, quiet, deep breathing. It was nice, in
fact- really pleasant.
But Riley had a sudden realization. If Sam's mom and
dad came home in the morning and found her naked with
their son- that wouldn't be good. She usually woke up
pretty early, but there was no use taking that kind of
chance. So she crawled out of bed, savoring Sam's
warmth and lingering scent for a moment before she did,
and hunted around for clothes. She found some fresh
underclothes in his drawers, along with a clean t-shirt
and a pair of pajama pants, different from the ones
he'd been wearing when they'd first met.
She grabbed her own clothes from the floor and slipped
them on, making a quick trip downstairs to fetch the
cotton pants she had brought in her bag. In the
kitchen, she put their bowls from dinner under the
water to soak and cleaned up her mess from cooking.
When she had gotten fully dressed in her shirt, bra,
panties, and the pants, she headed back upstairs.
When she entered the room, she realized it was raining.
That would make a good reason for why they were in the
same bed- Sam had gotten scared in the night from the
rain and asked her to come be with him.
Riley peeled the sheets back and pulled Sam's underwear
over his legs. She stopped for a moment to admire his
hairless cock, which was stiff from sleep, before
bringing the cotton all the way up. Next, she lifted
him up and put a shirt over his head. He groaned a
little and mumbled something, but didn't wake fully.
But, while she was trying to fit the pajama pants over
his feet, a rumble of thunder shook the windows, and
rain suddenly poured against the panes.
Sam's eyes opened wide and he started when he saw her.
He felt his chest and readjusted himself.
"What are you doin?" he muttered, dazed.
"I figured it wasn't a good idea for us to be in the
same bed nude when your mom got home."
"Oh! Yeah, good idea. Here, I'll do it." and he pulled
the pants on all the way, tying the drawstring.
Riley settled in next to him and covered them once
more. Sam looked worried, lying on his back. After a
moment, she nudged him.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing, it's just..."
"Just what?"
"I had a dream."
"A bad one?"
"I don't know- sort of, but..." he blushed.
"What was it?"
"Oh, I... I dreamed you got pregnant. From me."
Riley laughed out loud, and Sam turned red.
"What? What's so funny?" he sounded like he was trying
to hide being hurt.
"Sam- oh, I didn't mean anything by it." she reached
out to him, but he pulled away.
"You think it's funny."
"No, I don't- look, it's just that..." she sighed and
turned his face towards hers with her hand. He didn't
resist. "You can't get me pregnant."
Sam looked shocked, and he sounded afraid. "I... I
can't? Ever?"
"No- you're just too young now."
"Oh. When will I be able to?"
"As soon as you start making sperm."
"I've heard of that before."
"Do you know what it is?"
"Kind of... its some thing the guy makes, right?"
"Yeah."
"But... how does it get out?"
"You already know."
"I do?"
Riley reached down into his pants and gripped his penis
in her hand. She felt it throb once. Sam's mouth
dropped a little, but then he smiled and blushed,
relaxing against his pillow. Riley pushed his pants and
underwear away and held it more firmly. She began to
jack it up and down, and Sam sighed.
"Do you know what I mean?"
"Yeah. It's that good feeling, right?"
"Right. That really good feeling is what would push the
sperm- encased with other stuff in a white fluid,
called semen, out of your penis.
"How much of..." he paused and made a little noise of
pleasure, "it comes out?"
"Depends. On how old you are, on your luck, on how
aroused you were at the time, or how long it's been
since you've done it."
"So that's what orgasm... oh!... um, does?" he
swallowed and closed his eyes as she picked up the
pace.
"Yep. Except when there's semen involved, it's called
ejaculation."
"Oh. Ohhh." he moaned quietly.
"You like that?"
"Yes." he breathed.
Riley went faster, her hand now flying up and down on
him. He was breathing heavily, a pleasured smile on his
face and his eyes still closed.
"But that sounds... messy."
"It is. That's why they have condoms."
"Rubber... oh God... things, um, right?"
"Yep. And birth control pills. But usually you don't
start making sperm until you're eleven, at least.
Sometimes later, depending on a lot of stuff."
"You're really... unhhh... oh, that's so good... smart
about this... stuff." he was nearly panting now, and
his expression told her he was in heaven.
"Word gets around."
"Wow. Wowww. Ohhhh, man."
"You look like you're having fun." Riley chuckled.
"Uh-huh- Riley, you're going to... you're going to make
me have an orgasm soon." he was squirming backwards,
against the bed.
She went even faster.
"Oh, Riley- ohhh, shit. Don't stop. Don't... stop." his
hips humped upwards. "I... ohhh, ohhhhhh! It's
happening, it's happening, it's happen-" he went rigid.
He arched his back again. His erection jumped violently
in time with his thrusts and gasps. His face was the
picture of pure relief, and he breathed out a long,
shuddering breath. Suddenly as always, it ended.
"Mmmm." Sam licked his lips and ran his tongue over the
inside of his teeth as Riley put his clothes back in
place. He snuggled up against her once more, and she
laid her head on top of his hair.
"G'night, Riley."
"Good night, Sam."
The only sound as she slipped into deep sleep was the
boom of thunder and the pitter-patter of rain on the
Maxwell family's roof.
***
"How's that?" Riley asked Sam.
"Great! How do you do that?" he munched on it, savoring
the flavor.
"Like everything else, it's my mom's recipe."
"Your mom is a French toast expert."
"She's a cooking expert. No, cross that out- fanatic.
Zealot. Inductee. She's crazy about-"
There was a sudden honk from the driveway, and Riley
heard the garage door open.
"Come here, quick." she motioned Sam over.
"Wha-"
Riley kissed him, deeply, until they heard the door to
the garage hallway open. She pulled away from his
embrace.
"Remember. Trash." he whispered.
"Yeah."
They had talked about ways to keep contact during
weekdays, especially when they started school in a few
weeks- and discovered that they could take their trash
to the cans in front each day at the same time- 6:00.
"Okay." Sam pulled away from her and casually leaned
against the wall. Riley picked up her overnight duffel
as Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell entered the living room.
"Sam!" Jennifer cried, her arms open.
"Mom! Dad!"Her son ran around to meet her, and she
pressed him to her chest.
"Riley." Mr. Maxwell shook her hand and gave her
another folded bill, this time twice what he had given
her before. "One third up front, two thirds on the back
end." he smiled.
"Listen, dear- you've been a tremendous help." Mrs.
Maxwell said with Sam clinging to her side. He winked
at her when she met his eyes, and she nodded back.
"We had a great time. The restaurant was exactly what
we expected, and the hotel- phenomenal." Sam's mom
continued. She held her husband's arm. "Do you think
you'd be available more than just this once?"
"Oh, sure."
"Well, great. I'll talk to your mother about it."
"Sure. I should probably be getting back."
"Alright, dear. I hope to see you again."
"Likewise, Mrs. Maxwell." they shook hands.
Riley waved at them as she walked out into the ionized
post-thunderstorm air. At the hedgerow, she turned for
one last look back, and saw Sam standing in the
doorway. They waved goodbye before he shut the door.
She turned the corner and strolled down the street
towards her house. She whistled a tune as she turned
into her own driveway.
But standing there wasn't her mother, or her father.
Propped up against the brick retaining wall was a boy
in the latest Abercrombie winter fashions. He was
dashing, with a football player's body and a face that
drew girls to him like moths to the flame.
"Hello, Riley Granger. Long time, no speak."
Riley stood completely still, processing what she saw.
Before her was Jack Frederick Harlison, Captain of the
Stacy Stallions seventh grade football team, the most
popular student at school, and her one, and only, ex-
boyfriend.
***
Guidelines of Emailness 1.0
These are simple pointers to follow if you want to send
me an email, request, etc.
NOTE: I always appreciate feedback of any kind, but if
you're going to ask me to do something for you follow
these.
1. If the email is unreadable, I won't read it (pretty
simple, right?)
2. If you send me a message and I don't read it, it
will rot in my spam bin until Google kindly removes it
after a month.
3. Most of the time, I don't take requests. I take
ideas, which means that if someone gives me something
that fits in with whatever I happen to be doing at the
time, I might use it, and if I do, I'll give you credit
for your intellectual property. But, I won't write a
specific story for you just because, especially if it's
a topic outside of my story codes and/or totally far
away from my current projects.
END
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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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