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Discovering Amy: Part 2
Amy gets fingered for the first time.
In parts, by Djmac1031- listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
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 okay.
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 than hers, although it was lightened now by the sun and spiky in a short summer cut.
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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 okay.
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 than hers, although it was lightened now by the sun and spiky in a short summer cut.