Amy gets fingered for the first time. By DJmac1031.  listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Tommy sat by the edge of the pool, alone with his thoughts as he waited for Amy to come back out of the house. Both of them had made it back unseen and unquestioned from their little secret getaway into the woods. He had just gotten back poolside when Amy’s best friend Cindy came over to him. “If you’re looking for Amy, I just passed her in the house a minute ago,” Cindy said. “She looked kind of strange, and freaked out a little. You two love birds aren’t fighting or something are you?” Tommy sighed inwardly. Cindy was a good friend to Amy, but she was always so damn nosy. She’d been “shipping” the both of them since long before “shipping” had become a catchphrase, and a stupid one at that, Tommy thought. “No, of course not,” Tommy replied, as casually as he could. “I haven’t seen her since the Marco Polo game broke up a while ago and everybody wandered off.” Cindy looked skeptical. “Thought I saw you two still chatting after I got out of the pool,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You sure somethings not up? You better not have upset my bestie!” she growled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tommy said, a little too defensively. “I’m gonna talk to her about it later tonight, ya know. I’m sleeping over. I’ll get her to dish, whatever it is, you know that right?” Cindy claimed boldly. Tommy shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “You guys have fun, talk about whatever you want, I don’t care.” Cindy gave him a look that said she didn’t quite believe that, then spun and walked away. Tommy watched her leave, relieved she was finally gone. He caught himself looking at her plump ass as she retreated, then quickly averted his eyes. Cindy was cute, even beautiful he had to admit. If he was being honest with himself, he found her attractive sexually. But he certainly didn’t have any FEELINGS for her. Not like he had for Amy. Tommy’s thoughts drifted back to Amy, and their time alone in the woods, and what they’d done together, a series of firsts for both of them. He thought of her final words to him before she left the wooded path for the house: “I love you too.” WAS it love, he thought? It was certainly more than just some teenage “crush.” Was it just sexual? No, he thought. He’d had feelings for her long before what became their first sexual explorations together this evening. He was just finally getting around to admitting it to himself, and understanding that Amy had these same feelings too. It was all so new, so confusing. But exciting too, he had to admit. He sat there alone, feet in the water, thinking about all of that, and trying NOT to think about the handjob Amy had given him just minutes ago, or about seeing and touching her breasts for the first time. The last thing he wanted was to pitch another tent right there by the side of the pool. He looked up from his thoughts and saw Amy’s mom heading into the house. Tommy had a moment of panic. He hoped Amy was done doing…well, whatever she was doing in there. She’d been gone awhile. But he supposed she had to clean up the mess he’d made. She was probably washing her suit and towel out, making sure no telltale stains were left behind. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until he saw Amy bound out the door and down the steps into the yard, and he let it out in a rush of relief. She looked happy and carefree enough, so if she’d encountered her mom it must have gone OK. Amy paused, looking around, and her face lit up in a radiant smile when she spotted him. Amy had to keep herself from running over to Tommy. She felt like she was floating over the grass, not simply stepping across it as she walked towards him, butterflies in her stomach. He stood as she approached, and it struck her, not for the first time, just how handsome he was. His eyes were a strange but beautiful combo of green and brown, with yellow flecks you could only see up close. His hair was a darker blonde