Unexpected

by Nuit du Loup

Amy Renlow, just 16 years old last Tuesday, glared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hazel eyes gazed with extreme disapproval at what she saw. For some people it might not be considered a problem, but to her it was just an annoyance. She just wished they'd stopped growing!

Moaning in disgruntlement, she cupped the offending flesh on her chest. For years she had looked at older girls and her family members and admired their beautiful female forms and wished that she too could have the curves and figures they possessed. Now, in the last year or so, her body had decided it was time to grant that wish and then some.

She wasn't a very tall girl. She barely topped five feet. And she was pretty skinny too with a nice flat stomach and a small ass. But up top? That was the problem. In the last sixteen months, when she'd first noticed that she'd started growing breasts, she had grown rapidly in that area. Her bra was again feeling a bit uncomfortable and that meant they still hadn't stopped yet. Her mom claimed the rest of her body would catch up, but Amy wished it would hurry the hell up. She was already in the C-cup range and anything more would make her look gross.

The worst part was the stares she got in class. Her breasts were so obviously large for her small frame that there wasn't a single boy in the school who didn't know who she was. They were always trying to cop a feel because they assumed she wouldn't say anything since she was so soft spoken most of the time. Once she had to knee Conrad Jenkins from her gym class in the crotch to get him to leave her alone.

She didn't understand the boys' fascination with her body. There were girls with larger and more natural looking chests, but they insisted on messing with her. If they didn't stop soon they might find out her secret and that would be disastrous.

Right now Amy stood in her room in just a pair of jeans. She was supposed to be getting ready for her job, but a glance in the mirror at her topless breasts had brought on another of her complaint sessions about her body.

Adjusting the hand on her left breast Amy gave a slight pinch to her nipple and felt a pleasant rush flow through her body. Along with being big breasted, she had large and very sensitive nipples. She could masturbate and get off just playing with them if she was patient. On the nipple she had just squeezed, a white drop formed. That was her secret.

Shortly before her fourteenth birthday, Amy had started having periods for the first time. Her mom, having been a teen mother with Amy's older sister Ashley when she was 16 went into overprotective mode. She'd brought Amy down to the doctor the very next day to have her put on birth control. Unfortunately she'd had a very bad reaction to the little pills. After being violently ill, the doctor said that she'd had a slight hormone imbalance and the pills had for whatever reason, exacerbated it to the point that her body had gotten sick. Amy had stopped taking the pills right away but it was too late.

Due to all that, her breasts had started lactating just as if she'd born a child. Amy had absolutely freaked when her breasts had swollen up and started leaking for the first time. Her doctor didn't know if it was permanent or not, especially since they didn't know why it was happening in the first place, but her body hadn't stopped producing milk since then. She had to regularly pump her breasts now or they got really sore. She donated all the milk to the local milk bank.

"Whatever," Amy mumbled in resignation. She reached into the set of drawers next to her and pulled on one of her sports bras. They were the only ones that felt comfortable now. She'd have to go shopping for new regular bras in the next few days.

"Amy! It's time to go!"

"Coming mom!" Amy shouted back.

Stepping away from the mirror, she walked quickly over to her closet and pulled on a white button-up shirt and tucked it into her jeans. Then after throwing on a sweater, running a brush through her long chestnut hair, and putting on her shoes, she pounded downstairs where she found her mom waiting impatiently.

"Come on Amy, were going to get to the Tomlin's late."

"Sorry," Amy apologized as she followed her mother out the door and to the car.

Tonight was the first night of her new job. Mom had found it for her. Amy now worked for a temp agency that hired out babysitters. Amy was listed as available for those that needed a wet nurse for infant children. Amy had been hesitant at first about taking the job, but it paid pretty well; more than most teenagers made. She ended up having to take a full physical and drug tests along with background checks and CPR training and infant care classes, but now she was heading out to her first client.

The couple in question was going to be out all night at their older daughter's violin recital and they hadn't wanted to bring a crying infant so such an event. Amy wondered if they'd be surprised to see a teenager on their doorstep instead of an older woman. The only weird thing about it was that Amy was almost dead sure that she'd heard their last name somewhere before.

"Are you feeling nervous?" Mom asked as they traveled down the night shrouded streets.

"A little bit, but I like little kids." Amy smiled at her mom. That was why she'd accepted the job. She absolutely adored kids. Her goal was to go college as an early childhood development major and then hopefully get a job where she could help and teach kids.

"I know you do, Amy," Mom smirked. "But just remember that no matter how cute this one is you can't take it home with you."

"God mom! I'm not that bad yet!" Amy laughed at her mom's joke. "If I do well tonight then I'll have lots of little kids to play with on future jobs."

Mom turned down a street Amy recognized and her eyebrows rose. "Are the Tomlin's rich mom?" She asked in surprise as they drove by houses that grew progressively larger in size.

"Amy, that's a very rude question to ask," mom said reprovingly.

"Sorry," Amy replied, only feeling slightly apologetic.

"Here we are!" Mom announced as she pulled into a wide circle-drive and drove up to a house that practically screamed 'we have money!' at them. It was a huge white, brick structure that sat in the middle of a well manicured lawn. When mom rolled to a stop Amy felt a bit intimidated and hesitated to get out of the car.

Mom however stepped out confidently. "Amy come on, you can't keep them waiting."

Grudgingly, Amy did get out of the car and she followed several steps behind her mother up to the front door. When mom knocked it was answered almost immediately by a very attractive blonde woman who was wearing a formal black dress.

"Are you Amy?" The woman asked, looking right to mom.

"No, I'm Amy's mother, Diane." Mom gestured toward Amy with one hand. "This is Amy."

"Uh...Nice to meet you." Amy said, holding out her hand. "I'm Amy, are you Mrs. Tomlin?"

"I am, but you seem really young." Mrs. Tomlin said slowly shaking the offered hand.

"She passed the certification courses with no problems," Mom said supportively "Amy's always been great with kids."

"Well, the agency did say she was new, but well recommended." The woman said in a thoughtful tone. "I suppose it's alright to let her stay. We have to leave soon. Amy, I'll introduce you to the family and show you what I need you to do."

"Then I'll take off," Mom said. "Amy, call me when you need picked back up."

Alright mom," Amy acknowledged and then turned to follow Mrs. Tomlin into the house. The inside was just as clean and impressive as the outside. There wasn't a spot of dust or mess to be seen anywhere.

"Honey? Is she the babysitter?"

Amy turned and saw an older man with grey flecked hair walking into the foyer. He was dressed in a full suit and coat with a real corsage pinned in his breast pocket. Amy turned and introduced herself again.

"Well she's polite," he laughed when he released her hand. He looked to his wife. "Are we ready to go?"

"After I show Amy here, where everything is, yes," she replied. "Isabelle's been ready for hours."

"Well, it's her first performance, she's allowed to be excited," Mr. Tomlin chuckled. "Well Amy, it's nice to meet you, but I'll let my wife show you around.

The whole time Amy was shown around the house, that name rolled through her head. Isabelle Tomlin. She could swear she's heard that name before. It really bugged her that she couldn't remember.

"And this little demon is your charge for the night," Mrs. Tomlin said as she led Amy into a nursery. Amy tossed aside her musings as she saw the small, sleeping form in the crib. Mrs. Tomlin smiled in parental pride. "This little hellion is my daughter Heather. She seems quiet now, but she's got a good set of lungs in her."

"She's so cute though!" Amy couldn't help letting a little bit of an excited squeal slip into her voice.

"Yes she's cute, but dear lord can she make a mess of her diapers!" Mrs. Tomlin laughed. "I'm very happy to have one night off of that particular duty."

"I don't mind changing diapers," Amy said, trying to sound confident.

"Oh, you say that now, but wait until you've changed what seems like hundreds of them." Mrs. Tomlin joked. "I thought Isabelle was bad, but Heather here seems to be trying to overtake her older sister already." She stopped and returned to a more business-like tone. "I fed her less than an hour ago so she should be fine for a while but she may ask to be fed later in the evening."

Amy nodded that she understood.

Mrs. Tomlin looked at her curiously. "You don't really have to answer this Amy, but do you have a child? It's odd to see a girl your age as a wet nurse"

"What?! No nononono," Amy replied waiving her hands in immediate denial. "I'm only like this because my body's weird."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Mrs. Tomlin said with a smile. "I don't mind as long as you take good care of my daughter."

"I wasn't offended Mrs. Tomlin," Amy said quickly. "I know that's what people think when they know I can lactate."

"Just call me Lynn, Amy; Mrs. Tomlin is a mouthful to say all the time."

"Oh, well, then Lynn, I promise to take very good care of Heather while you're out."

"Good, that's all I need to know." Lynn smiled.

"Mom! We need to go!"

The both turned as another girl walked into the room. She was wearing a black dress similar to her mother's over her petite, flat-chested frame. The girl's golden blonde hair cascaded down in a shimmering river over it. Most eye catching of all was her face, it was pretty, clean skinned and had a thin cupids smile on it, at least until the girl's blue eyes landed on Amy.

"Oh!"

Both of them exclaimed and pointed at the other. Now Amy knew where she'd heard the name before. Isabelle Tomlin was one of the more popular girls in the freshman class, one year behind Amy. Amy was somewhere in the middle of the popularity ladder so she didn't often associate with people of Isabelle's social stature very often.

"Do you girls know each other? Lynn asked with much curiosity.

"Ummm, kind of," Amy replied. "I've been trying to remember where I recognized her name since you said it and seeing her walk in jogged my memory. She goes to the same school as me but one year behind."

"I know who you are too," Isabelle said in an odd tone. Amy cocked a questioning eyebrow at her, but Isabelle just stared intently at her with eyes that seemed to take in every detail.

"Well, that's a nice coincidence," Lynn smiled. "But Isabelle's right, we do need to leave now. I'm relying on you Amy!"

"Yes ma'am," Amy said promptly.

Amy walked them all to the door, smiling the whole time at the family's excitement for the coming evening. Apparently Isabelle was having her very first violin performance tonight and they'd been anticipating this evening for weeks. The only odd thing was that Isabelle kept looking at her. Even while she was talking to her mom or dad she kept looking at Amy.

I wonder if I did something that's bothering her. Amy thought once they were all out the door. Shrugging at the impossibility of knowing that answer, Amy turned back to concentrate in her job.

The night turned out to be pretty easy for her first time babysitting. Heather remained blissfully asleep for most of it. She only woke up once to demand a diaper change, and then went back to sleep almost immediately. Her classes said some babies were like that. The joke was that they spent a lot of their time eating, sleeping, crying or pooping. The last certainly seemed plausible because Lynn had been right about her daughter's ability to fill her diapers. Amy spent most of the night just watching TV with the monitor next to her on a side table.

Late into the evening she glanced at the clock on the TV and saw that it was almost time for the Tomlin's to return. She felt kind of guilty that she's was going to be paid for doing almost nothing. Just as she was about to go back to watching her show, she heard wailing come screaming out of the baby monitor. Well, so much for my easy night, she thought, as she got off the couch.

Going upstairs, she went to the baby's room and found the girl crying her heart out with the piercing wail all infants possessed to get what they wanted. Amy crossed the room and took the girl into her arms. Heather settled down slightly but she didn't go completely quiet. Amy checked the diaper again and found it was still clean. Heather started crying again and nuzzled her face into Amy's firm breasts.

"I guess that means your hungry," Amy smiled at the tiny child. "Coming right up your highness." Amy carried Heather over to a wooden rocking chair in the corner of the room and sat herself into it. She took off her sweater, very careful not to hold Heather in a dangerous manner while she did so, and then unbuttoned her shirt one handed. Apparently realizing that she as going to get what she wanted, Heather had begun to calm down a little by the time Amy had her sports bra exposed.

"Well aren't you just a spoiled princess," Amy laughed. She yanked her bra up and over her breasts and Heather grabbed hold of her right one immediately. Complying with the infants demand, Amy held the baby to that breast. "Ooh!" Amy felt a familiar shudder pass through her as Heather clamped her mouth onto the nipple and began sucking on it. Amy had breastfed a volunteer's baby during her wet-nursing class and it had felt really good then too. Her nipples were so sensitive that she couldn't help getting a little sexually excited.

For a short while she just sat like that with Heather feeding contently from her. It was in that moment the realized what a mother must really feel for their child. The moment filled her with a feeling of calm gentleness.

She was so tuned into feeding Heather that she didn't notice anything else around her until she heard the door to the room creak open a little further. Snapping her head up, she almost yelped at seeing Lynn standing in the doorway with a smile creasing her face.

"You two look so sweet like that," Lynn said as she walked over. Amy blushed a little self-consciously at being seen with her breasts hanging out, but she didn't stop Heather from continuing to drink.

"Was the concert good?" Amy asked when Lynn knelt next to the chair to look at her daughter on Amy's breast. She then reached out and ran a hand through the infant's sparse hair.

"Lovely!" Lynn laughed. "Isabelle was fantastic."

They both heard a gasp and when they looked over, the girl in question was standing there in the door where her mom had been a second ago. She was staring straight at Amy's exposed chest.

"Don't act so shocked," Lynn said reprovingly to her older daughter. "You've seen me feed Heather numerous times. It's no different with Amy doing it now."

"I k-know that," Isabelle stuttered indignantly. "I just didn't know that Amy could do it."

Amy knew Lynn must have caught her worried look because she stood up and looked sternly at Isabelle. "Isabelle, I don't want you spreading weird rumors at school about Amy."

"What! I had no intention of doing anything like that!" Isabelle said sounding genuinely shocked. "I was just surprised to see Amy feeding Heather." Isabelle looked at Amy with an oddly concerned expression. "Does this mean that you already have a baby too?"

Amy sighed and explained again about her hormone issue. By the time she was done Heather had drank her fill and spat out Amy's nipple.

"Here, let me have her," Lynn demanded immediately, taking her child into her arms to burp her. Amy smiled at the protectiveness.

As Amy used a small towel to wipe the baby spittle from her nipple, Isabelle walked further into the room. "So Amy, are you going to be doing this as your job now?"

"Uh-huh, my mom knows someone who does this and she hooked me up with the agency. I really like kids so it seemed like a nice job to earn some spending money."

Amy saw that the entire time she'd spoken Isabelle never took her eyes of Amy's breasts. Amy waved her hands in front of them to get Isabelle's full attention and had to suppress a laugh as the girls eyes widened in embarrassment at being caught staring so intently.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look at you funny," Isabelle grumbled.

"It's no problem," Amy said with a shrug and a light laugh despite Isabelle's somewhat hostile tone. "You probably don't see many of your other classmates breast feeding a baby."

Amy pulled her bra back into place and re-buttoned her shirt back up. "Should I call my mom to pick me up now?" She asked Lynn, who was smiling and murmuring nonsense noises to Heather.

"You can if you want to," Lynn smiled at her. "But I don't mind you hanging about for a bit if you want."

"W-would you like to come and see my room?" Isabelle asked in a bumbled attempt at casualness.

Amy thought the question was more than a bit odd. It wasn't as if she and Isabelle were friends or even acquaintances; before now they simply known of the others existence and that's it. Tonight was the first time they'd ever spoken to each other. Amy didn't have any real objections to hanging out with Isabelle for little while, but she thought it would be awkward since they knew nothing about each other.

"Sure," Amy answered and stood up. "I'll follow you."

Isabelle led her back out to the upstairs main hallway and then down to another door. Inside was the first sign of disorder Amy had seen anywhere in the house. There were clothes and things all over the place. In short, it was the room of your average teenager. Amy did like the artwork that Isabelle had on her walls; they were all digital paintings of space and planets.

When Isabelle sat on the large queen-sized bed at one end of the room Amy sat next to her since she had no idea what Isabelle wanted.

"So, how do you know who I am?" Amy asked to try and break the ice a little.

"I've had my eyes on you for a while," Isabelle grinned at her. "Almost since school started up.

"Huh?" Amy felt confused. "What do you mean you've been looking at me? Do you mean like tonight when you kept staring at me?"

"Kind of," Isabelle answered in visibly growing excitement. "That was just because I never thought that I'd ever get a chance to talk to you. Let me show you what I mean."

Amy watched curiously as Isabelle grabbed a cell phone sitting on a small table next to the bed and flipped it open. After a couple of key presses a digital photo album opened. Amy's eyes opened wide in surprise. Every single picture that Isabelle flipped through was of her; walking in the halls at school, talking with her friends, even eating lunch. Isabelle had been stalking her or something!

"This is my favorite one!" Isabelle enthused. She selected a picture and it opened up full screen. It showed her absolutely soaking wet from getting caught in a storm and you could see her bra peaking through her light colored shirt. She remembered that day, she'd had to change into her gym clothes and wear those all day.

"Why do you have these?" Amy asked. "Are you…?"

"A lesbian?" Isabelle said, finishing Amy's unfinished question for her. "Yep! Have been as long as I can remember I think. That's why tonight is so awesome! I mean you're here, and in my house!" Isabelle was practically bouncing up and down.

"Uhh, Isabelle, don't you think you're getting a little over excited?" Amy asked, feeling a little overwhelmed by Isabelle's behavior. "I'm guessing that you like me or something?"

"Yeah, I've been trying to figure out how to ask you out for weeks." Isabelle replied with happy grin. "You're always with your friends at school so I've never had a good chance to say anything. But then you showed up here as my sister's babysitter, that can't be a coincidence right?"

"Isabelle wait, please slow down," Amy said with raised hands. "I'm flattered that you think of me that way, but I've never ever thought of myself being with another girl before. I don't have any problem with lesbians, but I've never looked at a girl that way."

"That's alright," Isabelle said cheerily. "I can show you everything!"

Suddenly Amy went flying onto her back as Isabelle pushed her flat onto the bed. "Wait, Isabelle, what are you doing?" Amy said in a rising panic. Isabelle climbed on top of her so that she looked down into Amy's face. Her golden hair framed their heads and shimmered prettily in the ceiling light.

"I'm showing you how much I like you!" Isabelle laughed.

Without any more warning than that, Isabelle kissed her. Amy moaned in protest and tried to push Isabelle off of her. With a shocked squeal, Amy felt a hand feel over her left breast and then down her body, stopping right between her legs. The hand rubbed her gently and despite her mental protests, she started to enjoy the feeling. That sent her into a blind panic. She got both hands onto Isabelle's shoulders and shoved the girl off her. Isabelle tumbled off the bed with a surprised gasp as Amy scrambled up to her feet.

Isabelle looked up at her in anger. "What did you do that for?" she complained.

"You were just trying to fucking rape me!" Amy retorted. "I'm not interested!"

"I wasn't trying to rape you," Isabelle argued. "I was trying to show you that I like you!"

"You can't just…force yourself on a girl like that." Amy said in exasperation as she calmed down a little..

"It worked when my last girlfriend did it to me," Isabelle said sounding confused. "She made it so that I didn't want to tell her no."

Amy felt a cold shiver run through her body. What happened to this girl to give her this warped sense of reality? "Isabelle what are you talking about? What about your last girlfriend?"

"I met her when I was eleven," Isabelle explained. "She was a high school girl who lived down the road from here. I was over swimming in her pool one day and she just came up to me and made me feel awesome. I thought it was weird at first too, but after a while it just felt great. I was with her until last spring when she graduated and went off to college. But it was nice while it lasted, she would call me and I'd go over there and have fun with her."

Amy felt that shiver again. Isabelle had been used by that girl and it had completely twisted Isabelle's judgment. Isabelle was just using the same method that had worked on her. Amy wondered if there were any other bombs planted in Isabelle's psyche by that girl. Sighing, she sat back down on the bed.

"Isabelle, come up here for a sec." Amy said and patted next to her on the bed.

"Are you still angry?" Isabelle asked warily as she did so.

"Not at you anymore," Amy said, feeling her inner rage still boiling away. "But I really want to hit the girl who did that to you."

"Why? I was really young but she didn't do anything wrong," Isabelle said in confusion. "I liked doing those things with her."

Amy didn't think Isabelle would accept it if she said straight out that that girl had just been using her for sex.

"Just forget it Isabelle," Amy sighed again. "But you can't do that to someone. Aside from being illegal it's also a terrible thing to do. You should just ask people out normally."

"But you would have said no," Isabelle argued.

"And that's the whole point Isabelle! If someone isn't interested, then they aren't interested. You have to just have to accept it and move on. I really am flattered that you like me, but I don't think that I'm interested in girls."

"I'm sorry," Isabelle said, sounding sad. "I just really thought you were beautiful. I wanted to get to know you and to be your girlfriend. I thought I could be really good to you"

"That's what wrong about this whole thing. "Amy responded. "You aren't just there to please the other person. You're supposed to be happy too. I thought popular girls were supposed to be all self serving and stuff. Aren't you supposed to be the one demanding that people serve you?"

"I'm only popular because my family's rich and because I look cute," Isabelle complained. "Most of the people you see me with aren't really my friends. They just want to leach off me."

"Well, it still doesn't matter. Isabelle, you should think about yourself a little. I don't mean for you to become a complete bitch, but the point of being someone's girlfriend isn't to do whatever they want you to do. That's called being a servant or a slave. You're supposed to get something out of it too."

"I suppose," Isabelle mumbled.

"Girls?!" Amy and Isabelle both jumped when Lynn came to the door. "Are you two getting along alright?" She asked looking at each of them.

"I suppose we are," Amy smiled. "We we're just getting to know each other a little.

"Well that's good," Lynn said with nod. "But it's getting late Amy, you should probably call your mom before she worries."

Amy made the quick call on her cell phone and then made ready to leave. When she stood to retrieve her sweater from the nursery room, Isabelle followed her looking disappointed and confused. After she'd put her sweater back on , stepped back out into the hallway and turned to head for the stairs, she felt a small hand on her shoulder. Turning around she saw Isabelle looking at her with a look of determination on her face again.

"Isabelle?" She said in cautious question.

"What if I had asked you properly?" Isabelle said. "If I had asked you without doing…what I did, would you have at least considered going out with me?"

Amy let out a resigned sigh. "Isabelle, do you even know anything about me?" She asked instead of answering the girl's questions. "Anything other than that I look good to you?"

"Not really," Isabelle admitted, "But isn't that the point of going out with someone? To learn about them and to see if they're right for you?"

Well, she had a point there, Amy thought wryly. "I just don't think that I can look at a girl that way."

"Can you at least let me try and convince you?" Isabelle pleaded. Amy saw there was a fire in the girl's eyes again. She doesn't stay down for long I guess, Amy thought with amusement. "Can you just give me one chance to be with you?"

Amy thought it over. It wasn't as if she was actually interested in someone else at the moment. There was that guy on the basketball team, but that was more of a personal sexual fantasy since she knew the guy was an asshole. And she didn't really see anything wrong with those who chose to date other girls and the school in general was fairly tolerant of same-sex couples. She could name at least six others without even thinking hard. And Isabelle was actually was kinda cute with her golden hair and perky earnestness.

After battling with her conscience for a moment she gave out another long sigh. "I suppose there's nothing wrong with trying it," she said resignedly. Isabelle made an excited squealing noise and moved to try and embrace her again. "Wait!" Amy said, holding the re-energized Isabelle at arms length with both arms. Isabelle gave her a concerned frown, but Amy smiled to take away any heat from her coming reprimand. "Isabelle, I can see that you're excited, but what if your mom came back upstairs?"

"Mom?" Isabelle grinned. "She already knows I like girls and dad too. They don't seem to mind"

"Okay, but would they be alright with you jumpy all over the babysitter they hired?" Amy asked with a raised eyebrow. "I came here tonight for a job so they might not be very happy with me if they found us that way tonight. Maybe some other time if I'm here on my own, but not now, alright?"

"You'd come here without being called to baby-sit?" Isabelle asked, sounding excited yet again.

"Well, you did ask me to be your girlfriend didn't you?" Amy said with a small laugh. "Why wouldn't I want to? We have to get to know each other and that's always easier at someone's house than at school. I said I'd go out with you so I intend to be serious about it."

"Amy! Your mother is here!" Lynn's voice called from downstairs.

"That means I need to go," Amy said. Isabelle gave her a small pouting frown. Rolling her eyes and grinning, Amy gave another laugh. "Alright, alright, I guess one hug won't kill me." Almost before the words had finished leaving her moth Isabelle was throwing her arms around Amy. Hugging back for a moment Amy admitted to herself that she really did appreciate Isabelle's interest in her; it seemed so much nicer somehow than the boys who bugged her at school. And Isabelle did feel good against her body as they hugged.

After letting go they swapped cell phone numbers and then Amy went downstairs to leave with her mother. When they were traveling back to their house mom gave her an appraising smile.

"So," she began. "How was your first night on the job?"

"Unfortunately easy," Amy responded at once. "Heather didn't make any fuss all night, and I only had to change her once."

"Why is that unfortunate?"

"Because, I know if I have too many nights like this I'll get complacent when an actually bad one comes along."

Mom chuckled appreciatively. "I can see that. But what took you so long to come down?"

"I was not looking at the baby if that's what you are thinking," Amy admonished. "I was talking to Isabelle, their older daughter, she goes to my school."

"Is she nice?"

"Dunno yet," Amy smiled. "Our conversation was interesting though and I'll probably be hanging out with her for a while at least."

"Hmm, so you got paid for an easy night of babysitting, and made a new friend," Mom mused. "I wish my job was that nice."

"Please shut up mom."

The rest of the night was pretty much like that. She and her mom got along pretty well most of the time and they both enjoyed joking around together. Amy didn't tell her mom about Isabelle asking her out yet though, she decided to wait and see if she was actually interested in that kind of relationship before she made the commitment of approaching her mom about it.

School however was going to be a different matter. She didn't see Isabelle keeping quiet about it so she saw no choice about informing her friends about being Isabelle's girlfriend. That was a conversation she hadn't thought about when she'd agreed to this. She wondered how they'd take it.

******

"Amy!"

She turned as she walked through the crowded morning hallway of her high school toward the voice calling her name. Gliding through the teeming flow of humanity, was her friend Julie. Julie was half a year younger than Amy was, but she was almost a foot taller and built like a reed. Julie might look scrawny but she was already a rising name on the school's volleyball team, she had quick reflexes and a jump that was simply amazing. Now she wove through the crowd with only her head sticking up above the other heads; her distinctive red-haired ponytail bobbing.

"Hey Julie," Amy smiled as her friend fell into step beside her. "Did you just get out of morning practice?"

"Yup," Julie nodded. "Now I'm awake and ready for the day!"

"I don't understand how you can be so peppy after coming to school at five in the morning and then running about before classes."

"I just have a lot of energy," Julie shrugged. "Where are you headed?"

"To Cara's locker," Amy answered, naming their other friend. "I'm meeting her there so I can tell her something."

"Cool," Julie said offhandedly. "Can I tag along?"

"I haven't told you to scram yet have I?" Amy laughed. "Actually I need to tell you the same thing so it'll save me time this way."

"What is it?"

"I'll tell you together so I don't have to repeat things," Amy answered. "Ah! There she is."

Leaning back against a set of lockers and looking at her cell phone screen was their friend Cara. Cara was of Spanish decent and her dark black hair and dark skinned curvy body garnered her many male admirers. Unfortunately for them she was already firmly taken. Cara was currently going out with the guy that lived across the street from her. It had been an almost given thing for those that knew the two, they had hung out since they were little kids and transitioning to boyfriend and girlfriend had been a natural thing.

"Talking to Travis?" Amy asked with a grin as they walked up to her.

"Uh-huh," Cara grinned back. "He was telling me about his dad's football party last night. Apparently it got pretty wild. How was your first night of work?"

"Oh yeah!" Julie said, looking as if she'd remembered something monumental. "I forgot you started your job last night Amy. Is that what you want to tell us about?"

"Yeah, kinda," Amy acknowledged. Her two friends were the only ones who knew about her lactating so she'd told them about how the night had gone.

"So lucky," Julie smiled when she was done. "You've got such an easy job if they're all nights like that."

"Don't be dumb," Cara frowned disapprovingly. "She wouldn't be getting paid for doing it if it was always easy."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Julie laughed. "So what about it was such a big deal that you wanted to talk to us both about?"

"Well—"

"Amy!" She cut off and turned to see a familiar looking blonde haired girl approaching with a cute and happy grin plastered across her face. Unable to help it, Amy smiled back Cara and Julie both looked at her with raised eyebrows as the slightly younger Isabelle joined them. Now that she was dressed in the school's uniform of a black skirt and a white top, Amy admitted in the privacy of her own mind that Isabelle was very, very cute looking. Despite being extremely flat-chested, Isabelle just radiated energy and her petite body seemed to throw it out with every smile and movement. Today her sunny hair was loose and rolling down over one shoulder.

"Hey Isabelle," Amy greeted. "These two are my friends, Cara and Julie." She gestured at them respectively and the two girls nodded confusedly at the introduction. "And this is Isabelle," she said with a wave of a hand toward the girl."

"Hi'ya!" Isabelle said.

"Uh, yeah, hi," Cara said slowly. "What's going on Amy?"

"Well actually, Isabelle is who I was about to talk to you about," Amy answered.

"You were?" Isabelle inquired happily.

"Yes, so shush for a second and let me talk," Amy laughed. She turned to regard her friends again. "It was Isabelle's sister that I baby-sat for last night."

"Okay, so you made friends with her last night then?" Julie asked with a smile, thinking she'd figured it out.

"Eh, kind of in a way," Amy replied and then gave an amused snort. "Actually, she asked me out."

Both of her friends blinked at her for a moment. It was Cara who spoke first. "By asking you out, you mean to be her girlfriend?"

"Yup!" Isabelle answered proudly.

"I didn't know you like girls Amy," Cara stated with much confusion. "You've never mentioned that before."

"I don't know that I do," Amy said and jerked a thumb toward Isabelle. "She gave me a convincing argument to give her a chance. Does it bother either of you?"

"Don't see why it should," Julie quipped.

"I don't care," Cara said, "as long as you're happy with it."

Amy smirked at Isabelle, "looks like two thumbs up so far."

"Thanks," Isabelle said with a nod toward Cara and Julie. "I guess that means I'll be seeing you guys around now."

Down the hall a short ways the speaker attached to the wall sounded out the last call for the beginning of classes.

"Well, that's it for now I guess," Amy said. "I'll see you all at lunch right?"

"Right," Cara and Julie both answered and then looked to Isabelle.

"What?" she asked in confusion.

"Are you going to eat with us today?" Amy asked.

"Oh! Can I?" Isabelle asked. Amy nodded with amusement. "Then, yeah, I'll be there."

With that they all separated and went to their individual classes.

****** Amy leaned back in her comfortably padded seat and tried not to yawn as she tried to read through the dry text in front of her. She was sitting in the back corner of the library at one of the cubical tables that had those partitions so that you could study in peace without your neighbors bothering you with whatever they happened to be doing. She had come here to pick a book to do a report on for her writing class, but it wasn't going well so far. In front of her was a large stack of possibilities and on her right side was an almost equal stack of rejects.

She'd never been a fan of reading non-fiction books, they always made her sleepy. She would have preferred to get the material from an educational show instead; they always made things more interesting somehow.

Tapping her pen in boredom, she rolled her neck to loosen the tension that she'd built up there after reading for the last half hour. She only had another thirty minutes of study hour left and she dreaded every second of it.

When she stopped with her head laid back, looking up at the fluorescent light above her, she reflected back on the last two weeks. Isabelle had turned out to be an incredibly enjoyable person to have around. At lunch that first day she hadn't hesitated at all to engage Amy and her friends in lively conversation. Isabelle had also proven correct in her judgment of her own friends. A group of the freshmen girls had walked past their table looking like lost dogs while staring at Isabelle as she ate with Amy.

Amy had also been correct in her assumption that Isabelle would talk about Amy being her girlfriend. In only a couple days it had become common knowledge school-wide. Amy wasn't upset about that, she had anticipated the vociferous girl and had prepared herself for the inevitable gossip that seemed to be the lifeblood of any high school. Most of it had actually been fairly approving, though the motives some of the boys gave was far from clean. They thought of Isabelle and Amy being a couple as being hot.

Amy still wasn't sure what she thought of it though. Isabelle was incredibly nice personality-wise, but that would just have made them good friends wouldn't it? She was starting to strongly anticipate meeting with Isabelle again when they separated, but she felt something similar with Cara and Julie, so she didn't know if that was an indicator of anything. And as far as physical attraction went, Amy was still in the air on that.

Yes Isabelle was incredibly cute and pretty and those kinds of descriptors, but everyone thought that about the girl, regardless of gender. She had tried to think of whether she could think of Isabelle as being hot or sexy and the results had been…confusing.

At first it she had felt strangely detached and unexcited. But then, it was as if thinking too hard about it had been inhibiting her or something because one night she actually dreamed about being with Isabelle in bed and had then woken up more than a bit moist between the legs afterwards. That had been both a surprise and a revelation. It meant that her body at least thought this could work.

So two nights ago she had locked her door and did a little searching on the internet. Specifically she had looked up lesbian porn videos. To her pleasant surprise she had found it to be pretty hot to see women together like that. She came twice masturbating to the stuff and then found herself actually wondering whether or not it could actually be that good with herself and Isabelle. For the first time she had wondered what Isabelle looked like naked. Now that thought kept intruding whenever her mind was still.

Closing her eyes for a second she let out a long sigh. When she opened them again he almost fell out of the chair as found herself looking up into Isabelle's' downward looking face.

"Good Christ Isabelle!" she gasped out. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry," Isabelle giggled as flounced over and grabbed the seat next to Amy, pulled it close, and plopped into it. "I saw you reading and wanted to come and say hi."

As her heart slowed back down, Amy snorted in amusement. "It's very nice to see you too Isabelle, but a nice gentle approach would have been easier on me."

"Hehe, I'll try to remember that," she said, continuing her laughter. "But you made such a nice face."

"Hmmm?" Amy raised a teasing eyebrow at that and then smiled. "So what are you here for?"

"I was not stalking you this time," Isabelle huffed. Amy had caught her several times doing that since she learned of the girl's habit for doing so. She found it oddly flattering now for some reason. "I have a real reason for coming here, look!" She held up a think volume on the Napoleonic wars. "See, I have to do research for my history class report and I picked Napoleon."

"Ick," Amy said disgustedly, remembering her freshman history report. It hadn't gone well for her. "Are you good at that stuff?"

"Ah-huh," Isabelle said distractedly, Amy saw that the girl was staring at her body again. When Isabelle looked up and realized she'd been caught she looked down and flushed. This was a repeating pattern with Isabelle now. As soon as she realized that Amy had caught her looking like this, she got all quiet and tense as if expecting a severe reprimand.

Frowning, Amy regarded the girl. The only time Isabelle seemed deflated was in moments like this. It was really bothering her, she liked it when Isabelle was happy and cheerful. "Isabelle," she said.

"A, yeah?"

"You don't have to keep forcing yourself to look away from me like that. I don't mind it that much. How can I be your girlfriend if you can't even look at me?"

"Are you sure?" Isabelle asked, cheering up a little. "But, that's not the only thing that's been bothering me though."

"Oh?" Amy cocked her head slightly. "Can you tell me what that is?"

"Well," Isabelle fidgeted nervously. "I really want to touch you; very much so in fact. But that would just make you mad at me again, right? So, I've been trying not to think about it too much. But sometimes I look at you and I want to touch you so badly that it kinda hurts inside a little. Maybe it's because I've always been a physical contact kind of person, but that's why I've been kinda down lately."

Amy thought seriously about that. Would she mind Isabelle touching her now? She had been wondering what it would actually be like. And she had also just been thinking about whether or not being with Isabelle in a sexual way could actually be good. She decided not to listen to the ever dwindling part of her mind that seemed to say 'hell no!' and smiled. "I guess I can let you do that a little. As long as you don't tackle me again I promise not to get angry. Just warn me if you plan on doing something weird so I don't freak out."

"Really?! So you won't get mad if I hug you or something like that? Not even in public?"

"I don't mind that at all," Amy answered. "It's normal for couples to do that and it's only fair for me to let you as well."

"Awesome! Thanks!" Isabelle seemed so absurdly pleased by the news that Amy found herself feeling glad that she'd been able make Isabelle this happy. It was a strangely warm feeling that went straight between her legs. Then Isabelle stopped her self-congratulatory grinning and looked at her with a sudden nervousness again.

"What?" Amy asked, wondering what had happened.

"I was just wondering, if you let me do one more thing, just one time?" Isabelle said quietly but clearly.

"And what's that?" Amy asked curiously, wanting to grant whatever it was if it wasn't to strange. She really wanted to make Isabelle happy.

"I…I want to kiss you, just once. I won't ask you again, but, since you were being so nice today I thought that just this once I'd ask you if I could."

That made Amy's eyes open wide. She had thought about kissing Isabelle over the last couple of days and what it might be like. Technically Isabelle had already kissed her once before on that first night and it hadn't been all that unpleasant. But right now Isabelle was asking if she could do it properly. Amy touched her fingers to her lips and remembered what it had felt like on that night she had babysat Isabelle's sister. The reason she had thrown Isabelle off her was because she had panicked at how good she felt.

"Isabelle, come here," Amy made a 'come here' gesture with her hand.

Frowning in concern, Isabelle stood and walked up next to Amy. Amy turned her chair a little so that her legs were out from under the table. After looking around to make sure they were still alone in the back corner of the library, she pulled on Isabelle's arm to maneuver her next to her right side. Then with a quick yank she pulled Isabelle, who squawked with surprise, across her lap.

Grinning at catching the girl so off guard, Amy reached up and brushed some stray blonde hair away from Isabelle's face. She didn't know why she did that, but for some reasons he wanted to touch Isabelle too, and the girl had such nice hair. "Alright Isabelle," she said, laughter glowing in her eyes. "Now is your chance."

At first Isabelle just stared into her face in stunned shock. Then she reached out a tentative hand and Amy let the girl cup her cheek. At the soft touch Amy felt an odd, electric anticipation rise within her body. Letting Isabelle lead, she closed her eyes as their faces came together. When their lips touched and Isabelle kissed her, Amy felt her breathe catch. Just that simple touch caused a tingle to course through her body. It felt amazing.

Then Isabelle began to kiss her in earnest. Amy felt herself responding and she gave herself fully into the act. She had kissed a couple boys before and a cousin once on a dare when she was a kid, but this was so much more than those had been. It sent a rush of emotion through her. When she felt Isabelle's lips open, she did the same. She felt a tongue invite hers out and she let it go and play. Then a burning need for air made her pull back.

As she breathed, she gave the smiling Isabelle a wondering smile.

"Thank you for letting me do that," Isabelle said like a happy kid that had been given the favorite ice cream she had asked for. "I promise I won't ask to do it again until you say it's alright."

Screw that! Amy thought emphatically. Reaching out she pulled Isabelle back to her and kissed her again. More than willing to do so again, Isabelle kissed back. For an indeterminate amount of time, they just sat there making out like the hormonal teenagers they were. For Amy it was a wondrously exciting experience. After a while she felt Isabelle's hands start to roam on her body. When one caressed over her left breast she said nothing and let it happen. She felt the pressure of that hand as it slid over her already excited and sensitive nipple and she gasped into Isabelle's mouth. Slowly Isabelle pulled her face away and looked at her with concern.

"Amy, is it alright with you that I'm doing this? You said I should ask first last time."

Amy laughed and placed a hand over the one of Isabelle's that was still feeling up her breasts and held it there. "Isabelle, what you were doing is awesome," she let out a soft sigh because the tip of a finger tweaked over her nipple. "I think you're answering all the questions I had about whether or not I could be with a girl like this. You can feel how excited I am right?"

Isabelle grinned and nodded. "Yeah, and thanks, I've wanted to touch you here since I saw you feeding my sister." She gave the breast a soft squeeze.

"I know," Amy responded dryly. "You weren't exactly subtle about it. But I can't complain can I? It feels so good when you play with it like that. I have no problem with you continuing this"

Isabelle smiled delightedly at the compliment and moved both hands to unbutton a single button on Amy's shirt.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked confusedly. "We're still in the library you know?"

"I know, I'm only undoing the one," With that Isabelle pulled that part of the shirt open and slipped one hand inside. A deft movement of her hand had it inside the cup of her bra. Amy wrapped her arms around Isabelle while gasping and 'ooh'ing from the sensation Isabelle was causing her to feel. Isabelle's fingers pinched the nipple between two of them and they tugged it in gentle circles. Amy knew that if Isabelle kept that up for a long while she'd eventually get off from it.

Then they heard the distinct sound of approaching footsteps. Hastily Isabelle removed her hand and redid the button. That done she stood and practically threw herself back into her seat with almost enough force to sent it tipping backwards. When two girls came around one of the stacks, they were once again looking mostly innocent with books in hand. Well, at least on Amy's part, Isabelle's was on the table before her. When the girls were gone Amy saw Isabelle raise one hand up to look at it. Amy knew what the wetness on it was and she watched with surprising arousal as Isabelle raised those fingers to her mouth to lick them clean.

"It tastes sweet," Isabelle said with eyes wide open in surprise.

"Breast milk often tastes a lot like what the person ate recently," Amy informed her. "I had a lot of fruit in my lunch today."

"Really?" Isabelle asked, sounding intrigued. "I like it." She looked at Amy intently and Amy understood the question in those blue eyes. Isabelle wanted more.

"I really can't believe I want to do this," Amy said softly, unbuttoning her shirt halfway from the neck. She really did though, and that was the amazing thing. Isabelle watched with hungry eyes as she undid the front clasp of her bra and exposed her breasts to the air. It was a dangerous thing to do where they were, but she was much too excited to turn back now, she need to experience this. She beckoned to Isabelle again and the girl quickly resumed her former seat on Amy's lap. With an almost reverently delicate touch, Isabelle lowered her face and took the right nipple into her mouth.

Hissing with the pleasure she was feeling, Amy quickly placed a hand on Isabelle's head to urge her to continue. She knew she wasn't the only one enjoying things either because Isabelle was moaning too as she sucked on the sensitive flesh and drank her milk. When they both started to get really noisy she knew they had to stop. When she grasped Isabelle's shoulder and pushed the girl back it took an almost iron will not to let her go back when she saw the desire burning in those eyes.

"We…we can't keep doing this here," Amy said quickly when she saw disappointment begin to show on Isabelle's face. "I'd be more than happy to continue this elsewhere, but the library isn't a very private or safe place."

The look went away immediately and was replaced by thoughtfulness. Then as Amy was fixing her clothes again, Isabelle brightened. "Would you like to come over to my place after school then? Tonight?"

Amy thought about the offer. If she went to the girl's house she knew exactly where things would end up. There was no way she would be able to stop a second time if she knew there wouldn't be any interruptions. But she didn't want to hesitate anymore. She knew now that she most certainly could be with a girl and enjoy it and she wanted Isabelle badly at the moment. She wanted to strip the girl down and see what she looked like.

"I will," she replied eagerly. She pulled her phone out of her school bag and sent a message to her mom where she'd be. Her mom wouldn't mind, she was used to picking her up at Cara's or Julie's.

****** The rest of the day passed with almost torturous slowness and every minute grated on her nerves. She hadn't been able to concentrate on anything. Every time her mind wandered, it went to thoughts of what she'd agreed to do. Occasionally her hand tried to creep its way up her skirt to try and relieve the desire she was feeling. One quick feel had confirmed during her last class that her panties were thoroughly soaked in front of her pussy.

When the final bell rang she shot out of her seat and almost tripped from her haste to meet Isabelle at her bus. As she passed a connecting hallway on her way to the exit Cara slipped up next to her.

"Hey Amy," she said in greeting.

"A-hey Cara," Amy returned, nervous that her friend would somehow detect the sexual excitement she was feeling.

To her relief, Cara just talked about the usual things. They chatted normally until Amy passed by her normal bus as they walked along the enormous pick-up and drop-off bus drive.

"You just passed your bus Amy," Care noted but kept walking along with Amy.

"Yeah, I know, but I'm going home with Isabelle today. I said I'd hang out with her at her place."

"Hmm? Does that mean things are going good with her? I think she's nice and all, but are you actually starting to like her in a romantic way?"

"Yeah, things are actually going fairly good now," Amy said with a small, genuine smile. "I only agreed to go out with her to be nice at first, but she's growing on me." And very much so, she added silently. "As for romantically liking her…again, I'm definitely enjoying any time I spend with her. So I'm leaning in that direction."

"That's good I suppose," Cara laughed. "Well here's mine, I'll see you tomorrow."

A short distance later Amy saw Isabelle waiting nervously in front of her bus, fiddling with the strap of her bag. When she saw Amy she beamed happily and walked forward to greet her with a hug. Amy returned it and felt a rush from the physical contact. Isabelle had lit a fire inside her in the library and it was still burning hotly. The hug only served to stoke it back up.

They climbed onto the bus and Amy stopped by the driver to fill out the form the school made you sign if you rode a different bus than you were assigned so that if your parents complained, the school could tell them exactly where you had been dropped off and with whom. After that they made their way to a seat near the back and sat together. A few of the other riders of the bus gave her an odd look, probably because she was a stranger, but no one said anything.

Isabelle's place turned out to be the third stop on the route, so they were able to quickly disembark again. Once they were in front of Isabelle's house Amy found herself being half dragged by her over-excited girlfriend to the door. After Isabelle fumbled with the lock and opened the door they stepped inside where Lynn was just walking by with Heather in her arms.

"Amy!" She said cheerfully. "Why are here?"

"I asked her to hang out with me Mom," Isabelle grinned.

"Oh?" Lynn smiled wider and gave Amy an oddly hinting look. "I'm glad you two are getting along so well. Go ahead and have fun. I'll be in the living room if you need anything."

After one backwards glance where Lynn just waved her onwards, Amy followed Isabelle back up to her room. Isabelle quickly shut and locked the door behind them and then moved to a stereo sitting atop a bookcase and turned it on. As the heavy metal came out of the device, Isabelle turned to face her and Amy felt suddenly nervous. She glanced at the large bed and licked her lips once before going back to Isabelle again. The girl was waiting for her to move first.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed her inner turmoil quieted down to a low simmer and her excitement rose again. Then she calmly walked the four paces between them, stopped, and then looked at Isabelle with an excited smile on her face. With the permission given, Isabelle kissed her with the same passion she had shown in the library. Since she was able to moan freely now, Amy did so with gusto. She was incredibly glad right then that she'd let Isabelle have her chance. When Isabelle pushed her back towards the bed, she didn't resist at all. When they got there, she sat down on the edge and looked up into Isabelle's flushed face.

"This is really okay?" Isabelle asked quietly, her arousal plain as day on her face. "You're not going to freak out again?"

"Does it look like I'm at all close to freaking out?!" Amy laughed. "I think I want this to happen as much as you do. I've been thinking about this all day." She grinned playfully, "You should see how excited I am right now!"

Reaching out, Amy grabbed Isabelle's left wrist and pulled the girl closer so that she stood between Amy's legs. Amy guided that hand down and, feeling quite bold all of a sudden, she slipped it up her skirt. She watched Isabelle's blue eye's widen with eager surprise as her fingertips came into contact with Amy's damp panties. Then that hand was cupping Amy's crotch. Isabelle slowly rubbed that hand up and down slightly.

Shivering from the touch, Amy smiled warmly at Isabelle. "See? I told you, you've convinced me that I can and want to do this with you. So please, stop hesitating and show me what you really want. Right now, I'm all yours."

Amy sighed with disappointment as Isabelle retracted the hand that had been on her pussy. Isabelle reached out and began to undo Amy's shirt again. Wanting to help her, Amy did so as well from the opposite end. Once it was completely unbuttoned Amy shrugged out of the garment and threw off to the side. Then, already understanding the plan, Amy stood up and let Isabelle undo her skirt so that it slid down to the floor, revealing her high cut panties. Amy reached to undo her bra, but Isabelle stopped her.

"Please let me do it this time," Isabelle said eagerly, catching Amy's hands in her smaller ones. Amy nodded and at once Isabelle's hands went to the catch and quickly undid it. Isabelle tossed it over with her shirt. Smiling once at Isabelle, she turned her back toward her girlfriend and raised her arms. At once, Isabelle reached around from behind and took a breast in each hand. "That's so nice," Amy said, smiling over her shoulder. It felt incredible actually, feeling Isabelle pressed up against her back while her breasts were caressed.

For a few minutes they just stood like that. All the while Amy felt herself getting hotter and hotter inside. Everyone once in a while Isabelle would pull a hand back to lick off the milk she had teased out with her fingers. When that hand was gone, Amy felt its loss. Eventually she wanted more.

Taking Isabelle's hand off her for a moment, she turned back around to face her girlfriend. Isabelle regarded her with a question in her eyes.

"Your turn," Amy said with a grin.

Reaching out, she quickly pulled Isabelle's shirt out of her skirt and began to unbutton it from neck to bottom. With trembling hands, she pushed it over the girl's shoulders. Isabelle helped with a roll of her shoulders and a wiggle of her arms, and then the garment was off. Amy blinked once at the sight before her. Standing in a self-conscious stance was Isabelle, reaching behind her back to undo her much smaller, light blue bra. When it came off and she saw the small pink nipples and the areola that were no bigger than a dime, she felt her mouth water.

Kneeling down, she undid the skirt and it too joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Isabelle was wearing a pair of cotton panties the identical color of her bra. They looked to be a size too small, because Amy was able to clearly see the cleft of the girl's lower lips. Nestled there was a small circular wet spot of darker blue. Unable to help herself, Amy reached out and for the first time, she touched another girl. She ran her hand over the front of those panties and felt the hot flesh beneath. Isabelle squirmed and made squeaking noises under her attentions. Finally she brought her hand to the hem of the garment and after licking her lips nervously; she pulled them down Isabelle's thin legs to reveal the thinly haired womanhood beneath.

Then she stood back up and took a step back to really look at Isabelle, the girl that brought her to this unexpected point. When she did she wondered how on Earth she could have ever hesitated for a moment. She thought Isabelle was freaking beautiful! Well, she had known that before, but this was much different. She could feel herself yearning to get her hands on the girl again and her own pussy felt like it was going to melt away her panties. Isabelle just stood there nervously under her heated gaze and shifted her weight back and forth.

"Do…do I look alright?" Isabelle asked nervously. "You haven't said anything for a couple minutes so…" She trailed off.

Feeling suddenly hotter for some reason, Amy stepped back up to Isabelle, grabbed her hand again and shoved it down the front of her panties. "Aah!" She cried out as Isabelle's middle finger slid over her clit and then between her already soaked lips. She felt the finger curl in an exploratory manner over her hot entrance. "I-Isabelle, does that feel like I'm not attracted to you!" She laughed. "Damn it! I don't think I've ever been this freaking aroused! So shut up about that and freaking touch me already because I sure as hell want to touch you again!"

Isabelle blinked in surprise at what she felt against her hand and Amy's bluntly spoken words. Then she grinned and kissed Amy hard again. This time she slid her finger into Amy as they made out heavily and soon both girls were again moaning in passion. Amy found herself spreading her legs for Isabelle and her own hands felt up Isabelle's chest so that she could feel those tiny breasts. She quickly located a small, erect nipple and she pinched it between thumb and forefinger. This made Isabelle gasp into the kiss and Amy felt a small glow of pride that she could at least make an effort to return to Isabelle, the pleasure that she as feeling between her legs.

She usually masturbated often and hard, at least four days out of the week. But that was nothing compared to what Isabelle's finger and hand were doing to her. She had heard that someone else's hand usually felt better than your own, and that certainly seemed to be true. Inside her panties, Isabelle, thrust, rubbed and stroked her hole into a dripping mess. She could hear a faint squelching sound sometimes too. Then she felt a second finger slide inside her with the first and she nearly lost control of her knees and fell. She was technically still a virgin, having broken her own hymen with her fingers two years ago, so her vaginal muscles squeezed tightly and involuntarily on the invading digits.

"Oh shit Isabelle," Amy rasped, her breathe heaving.

Encouraged by Amy's words, Isabelle quickened her hands movements. Each thrust of the hand caused the heel of her palm to grind against Amy's obviously aroused clit. Isabelle started sucking her hard on her extremely turgid nipples, and Amy felt herself suddenly clench hard on Isabelle's fingers. As the orgasm slammed into her she finally lost what little ability to stand she had and with Isabelle's assistance, she dropped back onto the bed gasping. When she looked up she felt another small orgasm ripple through her at the very sight of Isabelle licking her fluids off her fingers and hand. That hand had been inside her and it had felt so damn good!

Isabelle took advantage of her moment of orgasmic disability to pull Amy's panties off her. Amy saw Isabelle disappear from her vision at the same time she felt hands spreading her legs. Those same small hands traveled up her thighs and spread the lips of her already over-excited pussy open. Amy did nothing to stop it; she wanted to feel what Isabelle would do to her.

She felt something hot and wet slid up her right thigh and the sensation made her pussy quiver enough for her slick lips to slip out of the fingers holding them. Again she was spread open and something hot and soft slithered inside her. She writhed and moaned loudly and ground her pussy into Isabelle's face. She felt the girl's cute, tiny nose rubbing against her clit as the tongue thrust and wriggled inside her. It was too much, too soon."

"Ah! Isabelle I'm going to…again!" Amy called, barely able to speak.

The warning was pointless even if Isabelle had heard it. Amy was already cumming by the time her words were out. And she kept right on doing so since Isabelle didn't stop for a second. She seemed to try and suck Amy inside out through her pussy she was so intense. Amy felt wave after wave crash over her until finally Isabelle relented and released her.

As she lay panting, she felt Isabelle crawl up on top of her. She felt a nipple become incased in wet warmth and then felt that mouth suckled gently. Arms wrapped around her torso and Amy felt herself returning the hug heartily. She had never felt anything like what she just had. She looked down at her chest and saw Isabelle's happy, glowing eyes as she sucked on Amy's breasts and drank the milk from it.

With her arms she pulled Isabelle up and away from her teat, and the girl reluctantly let it go with a wet pop. She moaned in disappointment until Amy shut her up by kissing her. She tasted her own fluids and milk there but that only made her hotter for Isabelle.

"God Isabelle!" Amy grinned when she pulled away. "I should have just let you do that the first day!"

"No, you were right," Isabelle smiled back. "I liked doing it this way a lot more."

Amy slid her hand between Isabelle's legs found that the girl was almost as wet as she was without even cumming once. Amy smiled at her girlfriend. "I think it's my turn now. I can't promise to be as goof as you were, but I want to try."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Isabelle said quickly and unconvincingly.

"Oh, I want to alright," Amy giggled. "Very much so in fact."

She rolled them over so that Isabelle was the one laying on the bed and Amy straddled her body. She looked at Isabelle's cute and tiny nipples sitting there and she licked her smiling lips. It felt wonderful when Isabelle sucked on her breasts, so she decided she would return the favor. She bent her head to the left one and licked in circles around it. Isabelle let out a high pitched squeak so she kept it up. The she took the whole thing into her mouth and sucked hard on it. Isabelle tried to thrust her chest up as if to try and force more pleasure from Amy's mouth. On a strange impulse, Amy also nibbled a little on the sensitive nub; Isabelle seemed to love it so she switched nipples and repeated everything to that one.

Se did that for a long and very pleasant while. Then she felt the desire to finally taste Isabelle override everything else. She lid down the girls slim, smooth legs until the girl's pussy was inches away from her face. She stared at it and again she felt her mouth water. She couldn't remember why she had had reservations about doing this, Isabelle's girlhood look like the most inviting thing in the world.

She felt her body trembling slightly as she lowered her mouth to the other pair of lips and slid her tongue between them. She tasted Isabelle for the first time, and she knew she would get addicted to it. It slid over her tongue like some delicious syrup. She tried to get more and she thrust her tongue between Isabelle's lower lips and found the hole it came from. Wanting to give Isabelle some of what she had felt, Amy brought a hand up with her face and slid a finger inside Isabelle. She felt the wet warmth envelop that finger as she pumped it in and out.

When she found Isabelle's clit with her mouth, the girl let out a great squeal and arched her hips to meet Amy's thrusting hand. Seeing that Isabelle obviously liked that, she clamped her lips over the sensitive organ and sucked on it hard like she had the nipples. Again Isabelle humped into her face. Amy sped up her finger movement as her own excitement arose again and she moved her face in time to Isabelle's thrusting hips. Suddenly Isabelle's hands grabbed her head hard and with a particularly violent hip thrust, she came on Amy's face. She had come unexpectedly, but Amy was more than happy to let Isabelle enjoy it. She continued her sucking, licking and fingering until Isabelle collapsed flat against the sheets again.

This time it was Amy who crawled up Isabelle. They embraced each other and for a very long time they just enjoyed having their naked skin against the other. For Amy it was an experience unlike any other that had ever happened to her. It had made all the reservations she had about being with a girl seem stupid. She hugged Isabelle tighter to her chest and she felt the girl start kissing and sucking hard at her neck.

"Isabelle," she said softly.

"Hmm?" Isabelle hummed, looking up with happy eyes and a sweaty, flushed face. Her hair was thoroughly mussed from rubbing against the bed.

"Thanks for everything. And I mean everything, not just the amazing sex. I'm very glad you approached me that first night and asked me out. Otherwise I would never have known any of this."

"You're very welcome," Isabelle laughed and snuggled closer somehow. "If you hadn't shown up to baby-sit that night I probably would have just went on watching you without ever approaching you. That was a very important night for me. Does this mean you're really happy with me, Amy?"

"Uh-huh, like I said, I may have had concerns at first, but you've certainly proved yourself. I'm more than happy to be your girlfriend." This brought another pleased laugh from Isabelle. Then Amy stiffened as she remembered something.

"What is it?" Isabelle asked, having felt the change in Amy.

"Uhmm," Amy smiled tightly. "What about your mom? Do you think she heard us? We got really loud at some points."

"Mom?" Isabelle frowned. "I dunno, I stopped thinking about that as soon as we kissed. All I could think about was you."

Laughing at that, Amy rose up on her elbows. She grinned as Isabelle's eyes immediately snapped to her hanging breasts. The girl had a serious weakness there. "Maybe we should get dressed and see? We can just say we are looking for a snack or something."

"Sure," Isabelle nodded. "And it won't be entirely a lie. I could use something to eat." Her impish mouth split into a grin to match Amy's. "You tired me out and made me all hungry."

"Hungry?" Amy asked, sitting up. "You sure you didn't take your fill from me?" She patted her right breast for emphasis.

Isabelle smiled at the indicated flesh, "no, I didn't, but I wouldn't mind trying."

Amy rolled her eyes. "I can believe that. But how about trying that later?"

"Alright," Isabelle answered in agreement. "But I really do want to try that."

The next few minutes were taken up with the flurry of them both gathering their cast off clothing up and then putting it on. Both sets of clothes bore wrinkles already, but Amy didn't think it was too bad. Finally, Amy helped brush Isabelle's hair back into order. When they each deemed the other presentable, they opened the door and made their way down to the kitchen.

To get to the kitchen they had to cross the living room and that meant getting by Lynn. When they entered the living room Lynn looked up from watching TV with Heather in her arms to look at them with an amused expression on her face.

"Hey girls," she greeted. "Did you get hungry or something?"

"Yeah," Isabelle agreed with a nod.

"Well, there are some cold pops in the fridge and I think there is still a box of frozen mini pizzas in the freezer. Does that sound good?"

"Sure!" Isabelle said excitedly. Amy smirked at her girlfriend and wondered if Isabelle really liked mini pizzas. The girl was full of interesting surprises.

"Why don't you go and start the pizzas in the oven Isabelle, I want to ask Amy something."

"Alright," Isabelle shrugged. With a parting smile for Amy, she continued on into the kitchen.

Once she was gone, Lynn rose, sleeping baby in her arms, and approached Amy. Not knowing what was going on, Amy stood stock still and said nothing. Lynn bent close and stared for a long minute. Then she smiled and let out a bark of a laugh,

"What?" Amy asked, confused.

"Nothing really," Lynn chortled. "I wondered why you suddenly showed up with Isabelle today and I had my suspicions earlier, but now I'm dead sure. You and Isabelle are together now aren't you?"

Amy stiffened in surprise. How had she figured it out by looking at her? She was sure Isabelle had looked her over to make sure that she looked alright. "Uh, yeah. We kinda are," Isabelle answered. "It doesn't bother you?"

"Phht, no!" Lynn laughed. "We've known that Isabelle was interested in girls for a while now. So that's not a shocker. I thought she might be interested in you from the way she reacted when you came and babysat for Heather, but I didn't know she already approached you."

"Well, she wasn't exactly subtle about how she felt about me," Amy said, relieved that Lynn didn't seem to mind their relationship.

"What are you two talking about?" Isabelle asked as she came into the room and set two cans of diet soda on a coffee table.

"We were talking, daughter mine, about your lack of subtlety," Lynn laughed. She adjusted Heather in her arms to hold her with one arm and pointed with the other at Amy's neck. "If you wanted to keep what you were doing upstairs a secret than you shouldn't leave hickeys on Amy's neck or come down all sweaty and tired looking"

Amy felt her face flush with embarrassment. She had forgotten that Isabelle had kissed her there for a bit at the end. It had never occurred for her to check for any marks on her body. Lynn laughed again at her expression.

"Don't be so upset Amy," Lynn said. "I know you two are teenagers and you'll want to do things like this now, so I'm not angry at you. At least I don't have to worry about the two of two having a kid. Just remember this in the future Isabelle, your father would probably mind a lot more than I do."

"Uh, yes Mom," Isabelle answered. Heartily embarrassed that her mom knew what they had done.

"Good," Lynn nodded, pleased. "Now sit down both of you and tell me everything!" She laughed like she herself was a teenager. "I've been waiting for Isabelle to finally get off her ass and talk to a girl so I want to know all about it while your food cooks."

Sharing a smile with Isabelle, Amy did exactly that.