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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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