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Discovering Amy: Part 2

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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.

His body was lean and lanky, with wide shoulders and long

legs. While not super muscular, what he had was lean and firm and strong from
the various forms of physical work he always seemed to be doing.

Amy s eyes traveled down his hairless chest to his stomach,

then (not for the first time) to that hint of a V shape that started just under
his abs, pointing the way towards his,

No, stop, not now, Amy thought. That way madness lies,

she laughed to herself, remembering her Shakespeare.

She hoped he hadn t caught her looking, then realized maybe

she wouldn t mind so much if he had anyway.

His eyes seemed fixed on her as she approached, and they

were speckled moonlight.

Amy felt her heart flutter and a tingle between her legs.

Oh girl, she thought. If this is love, you re in trouble, she groaned
inwardly.

Then they were together, standing face to face.

Amy desperately wanted to hug him, to kiss him, but they

both knew they couldn t risk such open displays of affection just now.

So she instead simply spoke, Hey there.

Hey, Tommy replied, almost a whisper.

They both stood there, smiling like, well, two young lovers.

Neither knew what to say next. Tommy broke the silence. Wanna get a snack?

I d love to, was her reply.

They spent the rest of the party almost entirely by each

other s side. Oh they socialized, chatted with their other friends, even played
horseshoes for a while. But they we re always at least close by, making eye
contact and sharing secret smiles.

The party eventually started to wind down, and people began

saying their goodbyes.

Tommy kept a respectful distance as many were approaching

Amy to congratulate her and say goodnight. She stood for a while with her
parents, thanking each guest in turn for coming and for their thoughtful gifts,
etc.

He felt a sudden tap on his shoulder. It was his mother.

Hey sport, I m gonna go. Do you want a ride back with me or

are you staying for a bit? They only lived a few blocks away, an easy walking
distance, but his mom had driven so she could bring over the food she d
volunteered to make and the graduation gifts they d gotten for Amy.

Is it okay if I stay a bit? Amy s parents said it was okay

if a few of us stayed and watched a movie, I explained. I can walk home
after, no problem. It s a nice night.

Mom looked at him and grinned. Wanna spend more time with

Amy, huh? she said knowingly. Don t think I haven t noticed how much time you
two have been spending together lately. Tommy gulped but said nothing.

His mother relented. Well, okay. I trust you, and I trust

Amy s parents. You won t get into too much trouble I think. Just behave
yourself, you hear? Be a good gentleman. And be home by midnight.

Tommy smiled and nodded. Sure mom, you bet. Thanks.

Just remember: God is watching you. And with that she

turned to make her goodbyes to Amy and her parents.

Yeah, well, we gave him a hell of a show earlier then,

Tommy thought to himself, and had to stifle a laugh.

The popcorn was made, some fruit juice poured, ( You guys

have had enough soda for one day Amy s mom had said, stern but kindly) and
they were settling down to watch the movie.

The only person who wound up staying besides Tommy was

Cindy, who of course was sleeping over.

Amy and Cindy were on the center couch. Tommy sat alone in a

recliner chair off to the side, as Amy s parents came in from the kitchen.

We re heading up to bed now, Amy s dad started. We expect

you kids to behave yourself. Amy s mom turned and looked directly at Tommy. I
expect you ll be a gentleman and show respect for our house? she asked him.

Yes ma'am, yes sir, Tommy replied, addressing both

parents.

Mom nodded, then turned to Cindy. Cindy, you re chaperone.

Keep a watch over these two. They ve been making eyes at each other all night.

Mom! Amy cried, embarrassed.

What? You thought we didn t notice? We re not as blind as

you think we are, her mom shot back.

Amy flushed crimson, but said nothing more.

Cindy? Mom continued, you heard me right? You re on guard

duty. Understand?

Cindy barely contained her eye roll but nodded and replied,

Yes ma'am, of course.

Just remember, Dad said suddenly, leave room for the Holy

Spirit, and looking directly at Tommy, dropped him a wink and smiled.

Tommy gulped. He had no clue what to make of that at all, so

he simply nodded.

Mom threw dad a sharp glare and his smile quickly faded.

Straight home after the movie young man, you understand me? Mom said.

Yes ma'am, I understand, Tommy replied.

Then they both gave Amy a kiss on the cheek and went

upstairs to their bedroom.

The room was silent for several moments after they left, finally

broken by Cindy. Well that was awkward, she blurted.

They all laughed, breaking the tension.

They d all changed into some dry clothes earlier, (Tommy had

only just remembered to fetch his from his mom s car before she left) and Tommy
couldn t help but notice how cute Amy looked in her sleepwear; a pink Hello
Kitty pajama top and matching shorts.

It was, as all her outfits were, modest, but it left her

shoulders bare and he could see the tan lines made by her bathing suit.
Suddenly he was thinking about her breasts, exposed and pale in the moonlight,
as she d slowly slipped down the straps,

He was snapped out of this memory by a voice. Tommy? Earth

to Tommy!

It was Cindy. You can t see the TV well from there. Come sit

on the couch with us. I ll scoot over, you can sit next to Amy. She smiled
wryly, and Amy elbowed her good naturedly, but put up no further argument.

Yeah, sure, makes sense, Tommy said casually, trying not

to sound too eager.

The girls scooted over and he sat down next to Amy, who was

now in the middle, Cindy to her left at the other end.

Their hips touched as he sat, and he awkwardly tried to

figure out what to do with his left arm. He decided to put it around Amy s
shoulders. He made sure to keep his hand up on the couch, a safe distance from
the tempting curve of her breast.

Amy settled her head on Tommy s shoulder, sighing almost

imperceptibly in contentment. Cindy heard it though, and this time did not
contain her eye roll, but smiled knowingly.

They watched the movie like that for a while, in silence. It

was some rom-com the girls had picked out, one of their favorites. Tommy didn t
really care what they picked. He wasn t there for the movie.

It was a PG film and a pretty tame one at that. No sex or

nudity of course. Although there were a couple of kissing scenes and during
them Tommy could feel Amy shifting slightly under his arm, and knew exactly
what she was thinking.

About an hour into the movie, Cindy suddenly stood up.

Making a show of stretching (Tommy could not help but notice the way her large
breasts pushed out from her less modest tank top, despite himself) and, mock
yawning, turned to address them.

I m tired, I think I m gonna go to bed, she announced,

looking slyly at Tommy for a second. Then to Amy she added, your parents
bedroom is right across the hall from yours. Keep your cell phone nearby. If I
hear them stir, I ll text you.

Turning back to Tommy, she said, There s about 30 minutes

left in this movie. If Amy s not upstairs and in her bed in 35, I m personally
knocking on her parents door and waking them up.

I know your parents told me to chaperone, she continued,

but I figure if God sees all, let Him keep an eye on you two.

And with a sly wink and a totally knowing grin, she turned

and went upstairs.

Tommy and Amy both sat silent and shocked as they watched

her go.

Tommy broke the silence. I, I can t believe she just did

that, he muttered.

Amy just sighed, cupped his face with her hand, turned it

towards her own, and whispered, she s a good friend.

And just like that they were kissing.

Tommy s mind was spinning happily. She smelled so good,

clean and fresh after her earlier shower. Some kind of floral scented shampoo,
he thought, and he also caught a hint of what he guessed was perfume; a light,
almost fruity scent. Her hair was loose, wavy, and flowing around her face and
neck.

He could taste her lip gloss, sweet with a hint of cinnamon.

It wasn t long before the arm he still had half on the couch

dropped to a more comfortable, intimate position.

Breaking the kiss a moment, he looked at her, head tilted,

eyes questioning. No words were needed. She simply nodded her consent and
shifted herself into a better position for his hand to gently cup her breast.

Again he felt her hard little nipple underneath her shirt,

already swollen. He could see her neck and what little skin that was exposed
just above her chest flush with excitement as she squirmed under his touch.

His hand then slid under the soft cotton fabric and found

the bare skin of her breast beneath. He was surprised she wasn t wearing a bra,
but supposed the top was generally modest enough that she didn t need one.

Or, he speculated, she d left it off on purpose.

Amy rested her head back on the couch and closed her eyes,

focusing on the incredible sensations, as his hand explored her firm young
flesh. He was so gentle, and every time his fingers found her nipples her body
jerked as if shocked.

Tommy s voice broke through her trance, whispering. Amy,

are you okay? Tell me if I hurt you, or,

I m fine, just, sensitive, she stammered. She opened her

eyes, imploring, don t stop, please. She leaned in, finding his lips again.

As they continued making out, he felt her hand land on his

upper thigh, slowly moving towards his crotch.

The loose fitting shorts he was wearing were containing his

throbbing erection, but just barely. Then her hand was over it, feeling it s
length for the second time that night.

Suddenly she was tugging at his waistband, trying

desperately to free it.

It took all of his willpower to grasp her hand and remove

it.

Amy, we can t. It s too risky. And too, messy.

She groaned and frowned. I know, but,

Tommy lifted her chin up to face him, and spoke softly,

lovingly. Amy, I want it too, but we have to be smart. If your parents walked
in on us with my pants down, or if I made a mess again all over your couch, he
paused, removed his hand from her breast, and with one finger made the throat
cutting gesture across his neck.

She nodded, regretfully. Yeah, you re right. Dammit.

They sat quietly for a moment, just holding each other.

She looked at him suddenly, with a determined glint in her

eye.

Would you, she paused, licked her lips, swallowed

nervously, started again:

Would you, touch me, somewhere else? Her voice was a weak

whisper.

Where? said Tommy, not getting it yet.

Amy smiled shyly, looked down, and slowly parted her legs.

Understanding dawned in his eyes. A huge grin spread on his

face, but was quickly replaced by gentle concern.

Are you sure? he asked sweetly. Because I don t want to

pressure you, or make you feel like you have to,

Amy cut him off sharply but lovingly. Tommy, if you don t

touch my Kitty right now I ll wind up screaming in frustration. Please. I need
this. Her voice was a harsh whisper that contained a desperation he d never
heard from her before.

Tommy was utterly taken aback by this outburst. Then he

broke into a goofy grin. Your kitty? he said incredulously.

Amy flushed with embarrassment. It s what, it s what I ve

always, called, it. I know, it s silly.

It s adorable, said Tommy, and so are you.

His hand went to the bare skin of her right thigh, slowly

caressing her soft, tan skin.

Her breathing became heavier as his hand slid higher up her

thigh, finding the hem in the leg of her pajama shorts, then slipped under it.

His fingers found the edge of her panties where they met her

thigh, then paused.

She moaned, put her hand on his, pushed it further.

Please, she groaned, please keep going.

His fingers started to work their way under the edge of her

panties when she suddenly stopped him.

Just don t, just don t push your fingers, inside. Not all

the way, okay? I m still a virgin, and I wanna stay that way for now. At least
till we re ready to, she stopped herself, then shrugged, , well you know.
Touch anywhere else you want, just don t push inside, okay?

Tommy nodded, understanding. He knew enough about the female

anatomy to understand what the hymen was and how it could be broken. He
certainly didn t want to push Amy beyond what she was ready for.

Don t worry, I don t ever want to hurt you, Amy. Please

tell me if I do. And stop me if I go too far. I ve never done this, and I want
it to be right, he said.

Just touch me, she hissed. I ll guide you if needed, okay?

Without further hesitation, his hand slid up again, finding

her panties, but instead of going under them he suddenly changed direction and
went over the fabric, cupping her entire Kitty in his palm.

What he found was warm, almost hot, and he could feel

moisture seeping its way through the gusset, warm and slippery like a lotion or
oil.

He looked at her with happy confusion, and she smiled. It

gets that way sometimes. When it s, excited. She winked at him wickedly. But
you re torturing me, Tommy. Here, let me just,

With a quick move, her hand was suddenly inside her pajama

shorts, and with a jerk she pulled her panties aside, allowing him easier
access. He instantly felt the hot wet flesh of her virgin cunt under the palm
of his hand.

He wasn t sure who gasped louder at the moment of contact,

him or her.

Amy s eyes rolled back in her head as his fingers started to

explore her soft folds.

Tommy was mesmerized by what he was feeling. His fingers

gently probed and explored her swollen labia, then found where they separated
as his fingers slipped between them, locating the entrance to her vagina.

He stopped there, remembering his promise not to probe too

deep.

Cautiously, he stuck a finger tip in, then looked at Amy.

This okay? Not too much?

Her breath was hitching, as she struggled to keep quiet despite

the immense pleasure. Ya, yes, it s fine, she stammered. Juh, just a little
deeper. There, stop! Now just slide it in and out a bit.

He followed her instructions and she closed her eyes again,

imagining, as she had when she d masturbated earlier, that it was the tip of
his cock sliding in and out of her virgin hole.

She felt like a fire hydrant the way she was gushing from

the gentle fingering. Tommy felt it too.

It s so wet, he said, his voice a low marvel. I know, sorry,

she stuttered, barely able to speak.

Don t be, he whispered in her ear. I got you way messier

earlier, remember? Besides, I m assuming this means I m doing a good job,
right?

Oh, yes, yes you, oh, oh God, don t stop, a little faster,

oh, oh Jesus, I m gonna, Amy suddenly bit down on her lip so hard she thought
it might bleed, as she felt the wave of her orgasm hit her, knocking her head
back against the couch, her arm squeezing Tommy s waist so tight he could
barely breathe, her other hand flying to her mouth to cover her scream as her
body shook uncontrollably.

Don t stop don t stop don t stop, her voice came muffled

from under her hand as she felt a fireball of pleasure spread outwardly from
her vagina, simultaneously up towards her head and down to her toes. Then her
sounds were no longer words, but high pitched squeals. Her body rocked forward,
then back, then shook with what looked like a convulsion. Her eyes rolled back
in her head.

Amy gives her first blowjob.

Amy had been sitting with her eyes closed in a state of

utter relaxation, wrapped in Tommy s strong embrace. Suddenly they opened, and
looking down, she saw Tommy s erection, still straining against his shorts.

Oh, Tommy, I m so sorry, I totally forgot about, that, she

gestured to his crotch. Are you sure I can t, you know, help take care of it?
It seems so unfair to leave you that way.

Tommy glanced at the TV. There were maybe ten minutes left

in the movi

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