[Trick]

Riley always like bad boys.

Leather jackets. Motorcycles. Rules are meant to be broken.

But Dean, Dean was the baddest of them all. And Riley, Riley was hopelessly head over heels.

They had been dating for about a month. Dean was still 'the new kid', but he had gained some respect for himself. His muscular build and dangerous appearance generally dissuaded anyone talking to him, but that was fine by him. He was the strong and silent type anyway. Riley had caught his eye in the lunch hall and the two ended up sitting together and chatting. One thing led to another and they were considered one of the most attractive couples in school, even if no-one admitted it.

It was after school, while the two were 'studying' at Dean's house when things got interesting. Dean was adopted, but his foster parents were never around and only used him for the benefit money. Despite this, Dean always seemed to have a fair bit of money himself. So he rented his first apartment at 17, right in the center of the city.

Dean was lying on the bed and Riley was next to him, casually playing with his dark brown scruffy hair. Dean pretended not to notice, staring into the textbook in front of him. Eventually, Riley grew bored and huffed, rolling over and crossing her arms.
"What is it?"
Dean asked, finally granting her the attention she craved.
"Well.. It's been a month. I just thought we... would be further.. in our relationship by now."
Riley murmured, blue eyes full of longing.
Dean turned to face her, putting his face in front of hers.
"I told you. You aren't ready. I don't want to push you into anything you aren't prepared for."
Riley rolled her eyes at this. It's just sex. I've had sex before. Just not with you yet.
"I am ready."
She snapped.
Dean looked at her closely. She was a year younger than him, but looked like she could still be a pre-teen. She had a baby face, soft dowy eyes and long wavy blonde hair that reached down to her breasts. She was short, almost 5'2 while he was 6'5. And her body. She was curvy in all the right places. Her skin was flawless. Her bra a perky and full D cup. And that ass...
Dean could feel a semi against his jeans just thinking about the things he wanted to do.
"You need to promise you won't leave me."
He spoke, perhaps a bit to harshly. Riley's eyes flashed with fear, but then she nodded anyway, shifting in the bed.
Dean grinned despite himself, shrugging of his hoodie and taking off the belt to his pants.