Chapter 6 - The Only Road I’ve Ever Been Down

"Actually, I have a better idea." Sam grinned, grabbing Kyle by the hand, "Come with me!"

Confidently pulling the kid behind her, Sam walked down street after street, but after two dirty martinis she was a little tipsy and her sense of direction and attention to detail were both a little less than when she was sober. After wandering around aimlessly for a while she had to admit to herself that she was lost.

Sam could have sworn that the place she wanted to take the boy was nearby, but the alcohol in her system was currently causing her head to swim. She really couldn't be trusted to remember.

Sighing wistfully, Sam was just about to give up and take Kyle to a hotel when she found what she was looking for, and a mischievous gleam lit up her eyes.

"We're here," she called out in a sing-song voice.

Giggling and spinning around with her arms out, she danced off to the tall iron fence at the side of the road and peeked through the bars.

"I don't get it." Kyle squinted, a puzzled expression on his youthful face. "Where are we going?"

"Here, silly," Sam grinned, gesturing at the fence. Grabbing hold of the bars, she looked up and commanded, "Come over here and give me a boost."

"Wait, what?" Thinking she must be joking, he laughed nervously. "That's trespassing."

"Come on!" Sam frowned at him, sticking out her lower lip and stomping her feet like a toddler. Her delicious pink lips were pouty, and there was a wet shine to them that made one wonder how they would taste.

Kyle watched as she threw a tantrum with an indulgent smile on his face. She had taken off her shoes a while ago, and her dainty white feet made a soft pitter-patter as she stomped impatiently on the sidewalk that tugged at his heart.

"Not going," he denied while snickering through his nose, but his resolve had already begun to waver. The whole situation just seemed so funny to him, and he couldn't help but laugh at how adorably she was acting.

"Pweeze?" Sam begged, staring at him with big green watery eyes.

Those dewy eyes and her pleading expression pulled him in, and he found that he was unable to refuse her. He sighed. Reluctantly, Kyle moved to her side, lacing his fingers together, and bent down.

Placing one delicate foot into Kyle's hands, Sam suddenly pinched his chin and tilted his head, forcing his gaze to meet her piercing green eyes as she sternly told him, "No peeking."

Kyle's face turned a brilliant shade of red. He hadn't thought of doing that, but now that she said something, it was all the boy could think about!

Gritting his teeth so hard they felt as though they would break, he hoisted the girl up, determined not to sneak a glance at whatever delicate clothing, or lack thereof, was under the skirt of her flirty yellow sundress.

As soon as she was high enough, Sam tipped herself over the top of the fence, falling haphazardly onto the ground below.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" the boy exclaimed in shock. He quickly looked for a foothold that would allow him to get over the fence, but just as he was about to climb up, he suddenly heard the musical sound of the girl's laughter.

Sam had been struggling to stay still and silent, wanting to give the boy a scare. However, she couldn't hold back her snickers any longer, and when she turned to look at Kyle, his shocked expression turned her snickering into a full-blown guffaw.

The boy was so stunned that he was still standing with one foot in the air and his hands on the bars. It really was too funny!

Rolling on the ground, Sam laughed until she was blue in the face, and by the time she could collect herself enough to get up, there was grass in her hair and dirt on her dress.

Carelessly she brushed herself off and walked back to where Kyle stood staring at her with a conflicted expression. With warmth in her eyes, she reached through the bars to stroke the boy's anxious and annoyed face. With a voice brimming with gentle emotion, she said, "It's sweet that you worried about me."

Kyle's chest was filled with sweetness, but Sam wasn't in the mood for fluff. Her attitude immediately turned playful, and with a smirk, she patted him on the face and commanded, "Okay. Your turn. Let's go!"

"I'm not so sure this is a good idea," the kid said hesitantly, looking at the fence with wide eyes.

Sam was clapping her hands and chanting, "Do it! Do it!" However, Kyle took longer to debate than she had the patience to wait, so faking a look of exaggerated shock and lowering her voice, she moved in close and whispered, "Don't tell me...You're a chicken?"

"Wha- No!" he blurted unconvincingly. His baby face and deep brown eyes expressed indignation, but Sam didn't mind him.

Strutting around and bobbing her head with her hands in her armpits, she started making clucking noises.

Humiliated and unwilling to suffer any further taunts from the girl he liked, Kyle finally caved, scrambling up the fence and jumping down the other side.

As soon as his feet landed on the grass, Kyle reached for the girl's arm, but Sam just giggled, twirling around again as she made her way over to a door on the side of the building. To Kyle, she looked very much like a dainty fairy skimming across the turf. The only thing missing were the flowers that should have bloomed in her wake.

Without breaking stride, Sam picked up a heavy rock and weighed it in her hands, skipping the rest of the way. Then, before the enamored young man could register what she was about to do, she had already smashed the window.

"Shit!" Kyle cried out in a panic, looking around to see if anyone saw what she'd just done. He had never committed a crime before, and he was terrified. "Are you fucking crazy? We are so screwed if we don't get the hell out of here!"

"Chill, dude," Sam shrugged, brushing it off as if it was nothing. Nonchalantly she knocked the broken glass out of the frame and reached through to unlock the door. "Just shut up, and listen."

Lifting a hand to her ear, she made a big show of listening for any noise. "I don't hear any alarm bells, do you? Any distant sirens heading our way?"

Kyle shook his head slowly from side to side, out of sorts. This chick! She simply wouldn't stop mocking him, and it was really testing his perseverance.

'Just you wait until I get you in bed,' he thought irritably. 'Then you'll see how much of a man I can be!'

"See? Nothing." Sam pulled on his arm eagerly. She was ready to go, but she wasn't about to start things outside where they could be readily discovered. She was a thrill seeker, not a criminal, and she didn't intend to earn a record tonight just because she couldn't wait to get it on.

"Come on, man. There's something I want to try, and we can't do it out here." 

Sam dropped Kyle's hand and waltzed into the building, confident that he wouldn't be far behind. She was right. As a reward she pressed the boy up against the wall kissing him passionately, viciously sucking and biting his lips as though she was a starving beast.

The boy was unwilling to be outdone, though, and after being shamed and toyed with so many times tonight, he was feeling rather aggressive. Kyle grabbed Sam by the back of the neck, deepening the kiss as he twisted around to reverse their positions.

Sam moaned through her nose as the boy's naughty hands roamed down her sides, a delightful shiver running up her spine. She wrapped her arms around Kyle's neck and vigorously explored his mouth with her tongue.

When their lips finally parted, they were both panting and out of breath. Kyle watched as the woman in his arms breathed heavily, her chest heaving up and down. Sam's yellow dress covered in delicate pink blossoms was cut just low enough to show off her collar bone, but not quite enough to show even an inch of cleavage, and the temptation he felt to tear it open and behold her perky tits was almost more than Kyle could bear.

He leaned in to take a bite out of that pale and tender patch of skin between her neck and her shoulder, but before he could taste her, Sam pushed him away and ran further into the building, her airy laughter tinkling like bells as it echoed behind her.

A glimmer of predatory light flashed through Kyle's eyes as he watched her provocative hips swaying as she ran from him. His earlier fears about breaking in had practically vanished, having been forcibly shoved to the back of his mind. This girl was a force of nature, and he was powerless to resist.

Kyle rushed to catch up as Sam disappeared around the corner, but the sight that greeted him as he came out from the hallway caused his steps to falter.

There she was, standing at the edge of an indoor pool with her arms spread wide and her head tilted back towards him with a gleeful smile spread across her moonlit face.

As Sam turned to face him, light from the moon and the stars flooded down from the skylights, dancing off the pool water and sparkling as if the sky came down just to settle behind her.

"What do you think, lover boy?" Sam asked, slightly out of breath and with a faint flush from running down the hall. "Wanna take a dip?"

She didn't have to ask twice.

In a flash, Kyle had his t-shirt off and began working the button on his jeans. He dropped his pants, leaving nothing but a pair of blue plaid boxer shorts. However, the kid was in such a rush that he forgot to take off his shoes and tripped when he tried to step out of them.

Having embarrassed himself once again, the boy blushed in shame, but it seemed Sam was through humiliating him. Barely containing her laughter, she helped him remove the troublesome things before skipping back to the pool and stripping off her dress.

In one fluid motion, she lifted the sundress over her head and dived gracefully into the pool clad only in a pink lace bra and panties.

Always left behind, Kyle had only gotten a glimpse of her slender waist and smooth thighs before she disappeared under the water.

He longed for another look, another touch...

...another taste.

When his head breached the surface of the water, Kyle was once again face to face with those sparkling and mischievous eyes. Water droplets ran down her face leaving wet streaks on her pale skin, tracing their way to her sharp chin before dropping off into the water.

As ethereal as mist, Sam was always out of reach whenever Kyle reached out to her, slipping away again and again as she playfully shouted, "Catch me if you can!"

When the boy could finally corner her, Sam didn't hold back, pressing her lips and body tightly against his. However, before long, she would break away, slipping out of his grasp and flitting away on the water, as though she were a rare fish, and Kyle was a starving shark.

Over and over, Sam let Kyle catch her, only to escape, forcing him to chase her again. However, just as the boy began to lose hope of ever pinning down this coquettish butterflyfish, Sam finally slowed to a stop in the middle of the pool.

She ducked under the glittering surface of the water, smoothing her chestnut curls back and away from her face. Kyle tread water a short distance away as he watched the droplets slide down her upraised arm and around the curve of her smooth hairless armpit before disappearing back into the pool.

After catching her breath and straightening her hair, Sam turned to the boy with a come-hither look and crooked her finger, gesturing for him to come over.

Kyle swam as fast as he could to her side and wrapped one arm around her waist as the other sought the back of her head, hoping to once again ensnare her full lips. However, Sam immediately put her hand over his mouth and shook her head in denial. "Let's go over to the shallow end. There's still something else I wanna try."

When the boy's mood seemed to fall slightly, she reassured him, "I promise you'll like it."

"Sure," Kyle agreed noncommittally, cocking an eyebrow. This woman was all talk so far but he wasn't quite out of patience just yet. He started over in that direction, but Sam swam in front of him, blocking his path. With a mischievous grin, she placed her hands on his shoulders, brought up her knees, and kicked off against his chest.

"Not fair!" he cried out, but as the boy watched her lithe form moving agilely across the pool, the hungry gleam in his eyes wasn't the least bit tinged with anger or upset. He quickly dived beneath the surface to follow stealthily behind her.

When Sam stood up and looked around, she couldn't see the kid anywhere. However, she felt a pair of toned arms snake their way around her waist from behind and pull her tightly against a warm flat chest.

"Rude," Kyle murmured next to Sam's ear, his voice low and rough as though he were lost in a desert rather than surrounded by water.

Kyle's firm hands slowly climbed up her torso as if he wanted to feel every inch of her pale skin, and Sam moaned as he aggressively squeezed her breasts and bit down gently on the curve between her neck and shoulder.

Feeling his member stiffen through the fabric of their underwear as she rubbed her ass against him, Sam reached her hand around to the back of his head, bringing their faces together, their teeth inadvertently clashing as they once again explored each other's mouths.

The water was warm, and the mood was right, but when Kyle tried to stretch his naughty fingers under the thin fabric of her panties, he was rebuffed again by the playful vixen in his arms.

The boy groaned in frustration but didn't fight to free his hands from her grip. This girl was such a tease! He almost wondered if she was actually going to let him screw her or if she just wanted someone to torture, but on the chance that this was going somewhere, he relented and let the girl have her way.

"Patience, dear boy," Sam scolded playfully as she turned to face him, still holding his wandering hands in hers. "I told you that you would enjoy this, and I never, ever disappoint."

With a coy smile and a flirtatious wink, she suddenly sank straight to the bottom of the pool, bringing Kyle's boxers along with her.