10. As Guilty as the Guilty

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NOTE: This is a version of my original third story. That one wasn't good at all so I changed it and put it here. Fits much better I think. Also no OTK in this one, it's a little different, but hopefully still interesting. This involves both Sam and Ryder. Please forgive any typos. Oh, and please let me know of any as well. Cheers.

Ryder loved Sam's shower. It was large and custom built with large marble tiles rising up on all sides. Most interestingly, there were no doors or curtains. Instead the shower was designed to be doorless. The entrance and exit was a simple opening with another tiled wall just past it to keep all spray from escaping. Not to mention there were two shower heads with independent taps. Ryder could only imagined how nice it would be to have Sam in here with him.

Finishing up, Ryder turned off the shower and sighed. It wasn't often he could use the facilities not with her parents about. Thankfully they were out of town for a few nights. Ryder was hoping this weekend might be the weekend. Though they made out, touched each other wantonly and even been naked together, sex just hadn't happened yet. Sam wasn't ready and though he wished differently, truth was he was nervous himself. It would be his first time as well and he dreaded hurting her or messing up somehow. So the longer she took the longer he didn't have to worry.

Stepping out into the washroom proper, he snagged a towel and dried off. When he turned to grab his bag with the extra clothes he had brought, it was gone. Even his dirty clothes weren't there.

Smiling, Ryder knew his girlfriend was being bratty. "Naughty girl." he muttured. Before heading out to look for her, he scanned himself in the mirror and nodded. Swiveling left and right to better view his hard work, Ryder was thankful he pushed himself in the gym as much as he did. His chest was filling out nicely as were his shoulders. The definition in his abs and arms were really coming along as well. His butt was even firmer now with definition. Yes, he definitely liked what he saw and that meant so would Sam.

Ever since they started dating openly, his life changed for the better in every way. He was noticed more and not for being paddled at St. Leudomers, but because he and Sam where an item. People who would never give him the time of day were now nodding their heads in salute, or waving hello. He was still ignored by the 'it' crowd but that was ok. He wasn't at the bottom of the social ladder anymore. Some of that attention had to be because of his workout routine. Since dating the uber fit Sam, he didn't feel like he measured up, so a regulated fitness routine was the way to go. Proper diet with daily workouts had really helped and people noticed. Even some other girls were giving him blaring signals as to their interest, yet he only had eyes for Sam.

Hoping to impress, Ryder did a quick routine of slow push ups, dips, and crunches and some flexing, hoping to appear even more buff. One last check brought a smile to his face. Yep, looking good Ryder.

Feeling all the better for dressing in a towel, Ryder went in search of his girlfriend. He descended the stairs to the main room yet didn't find her. Some noise downstairs grabbed his attention and he went in search of the sound. In the basement, he found not only Sam, but Amanda, her best friend.

"Hey man. How's it going?" he greeted keeping his disappointment hidden.

"Would you stop calling me that?" Amanda chimed petulantly, "Oh, mmhmmm, look at you." she whistled and laughed when Sam poked her in the stomach. "Looks like he is going to earn his name, right RideHer!" Amanda laughed though her eyes roam unashamedly over his body.

With just the towel covering his loins, he felt a little objectified, but then, if he wasn't dating Sam, he would have been all over Amanda. In fact, he had long desired to smack that ass for all the snide and arrogant comments she often made only to kiss and make her feel better afterwards. Hell, he still did, now more than ever... without the kissing of course.

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