A/N: This is the part where I tell you we're working with an M-rating from here on out. Because Tootie. :3

"Hm..." Tootie hummed to herself as she lay on the couch, her position unchanged from how Timmy had left her. By now, she was growing a bit bored. "What's taking those two so long? He went out there... Fifteen minutes ago? Feels longer..."

What bothered her even more was that it was so quiet. By now, she'd expected to either hear her sister screaming at Timmy, or for the two to calmly come back into the house, all smiles and completely on board with the idea of a three-way relationship. "Well... Not really." Tootie admitted in her head. "Vicki's probably gonna go with the nuclear option and murder Timmy. Or try to, anyway..." Despite the dire events she'd just spoken of, the raven-haired girl wasn't too worried about her best friend- "Huh... Should I start calling him my boyfriend?" She flipped over to lay on her back, bringing her right hand up to her chin in thought as she did.

It was true that her and Timmy hadn't gone on anything that could technically qualify as a date. Not the strictly romantic sort, anyway. Sure, her, Chester, AJ, and Timmy had hung out more times than she could count, and she and Timmy had also been together as just the two of them on more than one occasion, but of course, she had to suppress certain mannerisms and... Urges then. One slip-up could spell disaster for her friendship with the brunet.

And in all honesty? She was absolutely thrilled that all that was behind them. Timmy knew for sure that she liked him, and not only did he not reject her, he actually returned her feelings! "Heehee!" Tootie wrapped her arms around herself as a mild shudder ran through her body.

Of course, happy as the girl was with how well the day was going, she knew her work wasn't done. Timmy was on board, and she obviously was, but her older sister was the one who posed... A problem. Though Vicki wasn't the type to follow traditional ways of thinking, nor was she a stickler for rules and the like, the red-head likely wouldn't be as keen on the idea as she and Timmy were. In fact... "Ugh... Why did I send him out there alone?" Tootie groaned and facepalmed. "As if I don't know why..."

No, Tootie didn't necessarily have all the answers(well-informed as she seemed to be at times), but she did think she knew her own mind pretty well, and she certainly knew the reason she didn't join Timmy out in the backyard. This reason being that she wasn't quite sure what to say to her sister. Like most people(or so certain internet sites she frequented would have you believe), she had a... Kind of attraction to the same sex. Not that it was something she'd ever acted upon; she'd always been more drawn towards males- Timmy, rather than any girls she knew, but she could safely say that she was open to the idea of being intimate with another girl, assuming it was someone she was comfortable with, and knew.

So in that regard, her openness to this type of relationship with her sister and Timmy wasn't so odd, not to her, anyway. Not like there were very many girls she was close to, and knew on a personal level other than her older sister. "Hah..." Tootie sighed, a noise somewhere between tired and content. "...Maybe it's just easier not to think about it."

SPLASH

"Hm? Well there's something..." Tootie leaned up, intending to get up off the couch and see what had caused the large splash. "Jeez, I hope Vicki isn't too harsh with him..." Just as she was about to sit up, the commercial on the TV ended, and the show she'd been watching came back on, which naturally caught her attention. "Oh... I should go see..." Tootie looked toward the kitchen, then back at the television. "But I really wanna see how the Doctor gets out of this mess!" She dropped back down onto the couch, feeling that knowing the fate of her favorite TV show character was more important than ensuring her boyfriend's(?) survival.

Outside...

"Gah!" Timmy sprang back(to the best of his abilities, since he was in about eight feet of water) by pushing himself away from the pool float and kicking his legs with all his might, sending him a few feet away from the red-head, whose hand had missed him by mere centimeters. For a moment, her nails looked more like claws, and the teen was sure she would have rent his flesh had he not moved. "Vicki! I-" His mouth was left agape for a moment as he realized his ex-babysitter was gone, the pool float she occupied now alone and forgotten.

Thud

"Fah!" Timmy nearly swore as his back collided with the side of the pool, his momentum having carried him away from where he'd been. The teen looked over his shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief just as he heard another, much quieter sound of the water in front of him shifting. The next thing he felt were pleasantly cool fingers wrap around his neck, firm enough to retain their grip, but gentle enough to keep from causing discomfort. It terrified the brunet to think of just how stealthy Vicki could be. He hadn't even noticed her slip into the water and swim over to him!

"How ya doin'?" Vicki asked in a friendly, yet somehow icy and even tone. Her eyes, normally relaxed and calm, had become just the slightest bit more vibrant as they seemed to almost stare through the teen, though they were focused on his own fear-stricken blue orbs.

"Oh, y'know, 'bout three seconds from having the life strangled out of me by the girl I have a crush on. Normal everyday stuff, right?" While she wasn't currently crushing his windpipe, the teen still found he was barely able to speak, his voice coming out as a somewhat pained squeak.

"Correction: One of the girls, idiot." Currently, the older girl's left hand was the one holding the teen's neck, while she used her right to hold onto the edge of the pool and stay above the water. "I honestly sympathized with you when you told me you like my sister and some 'other' girl, and you scored yourself some major points when you told me you weren't pissed at me for all the shit I used to do to you, and wanted to try being 'friends'. But this? Timmy, let me ask you, are you out of your fucking mind? Hit your head wrestling with my sister? In what possible universe do you think asking me to join in on some perverted little fantasy of yours would work? I'm genuinely curious." Vicki punctuated each sentence by tightening her grip ever so slightly on the teen's neck, though her grip also slackened as she began each new sentence.

Knowing his only chance to get out of the situation relatively unharmed was to answer the red-head's question, Timmy audibly gulped and licked his lips nervously, finding they'd quickly dried out, likely from sheer terror. "I-I didn't hit my h-head, and I-" The brunet took a moment to suck in a shallow breath, earning him a glare from his captor, who was clearly losing her patience. "I obviously thought this universe would be the one." He shot back defensively, having no witty comeback at hand.

"Obviously." Vicki mocked Timmy's tone. "Tell you what. I'm curious, and this sounds like an interesting thing to carve into your tombstone, so please, enlighten me. I want the truth of just what you were planning, and how you thought it would play out. Maybe if you're lucky, I won't kill you, I'll just calmly tell Tootie what a pervert you are, and we'll leave, then the only company you'll be getting is your hand!" She was absolutely fuming now, the red-head couldn't remember a time where she'd felt as angry as she did now. All those nice things about the brunet in her grip were quickly forgotten, and rightfully so, but some part of her was willing to hear him out, since, mad as she was, she was still a curious girl. "Talk."

"I was-" The teen spoke, yet paused once again, closing his mouth this time to keep from looking like a gaping idiot. After several moments of silence, he sighed. "What can I say to get out of this?! I knew Tootie should've come out here! Least then I wouldn't be seconds from getting strangled!"

"I see your brain chugging along, but your mouth's not moving. I'm being real generous giving you the benefit of the doubt that you clearly don't deserve, so if I were you, I'd start talking." Vicki spoke impatiently, realizing she gleaned no pleasure from grilling the teen in the manner that she was. It was hard for her, even now, to truly hate Timmy, as Tootie liked him, and the older girl herself knew that he had redeeming qualities, he wasn't really a bad person, he just evidently wasn't as intelligent as she gave him credit for. "Okay. Deep breath girl. You're angry right now, but that doesn't mean you have to be so damn violent! Timmy's not gonna try to run, and you're not helping him talk with your fingers wrapped around his neck..." With a heavy sigh that mimicked Timmy's own, Vicki slowly(very slowly) slid her fingers off the teen's neck, moving her hand to the edge of the pool to mirror the position of her right. "Better?"

"...Thanks..." Timmy replied with a whisper and a nod.

"Don't think this means you're off the hook, not for an instant, got me? I still expect an explanation for that very stupid request." With her arms now effectively trapping Timmy where he was(unless he went under the water), the red-head leaned in ever so slightly, still leaving a dozen or so inches of space between the teen and herself.

"Well I- I already told you, I like you and Tootie. You can't fault me for that-"

"Wanna bet?" Vicki cut in, narrowing her eyes at Timmy as she did. "I dunno what kind of view your parents taught you..." "News flash, they didn't." She frowned as her conscience chastised her again. Of course that was a dumb subject to bring up, Timmy's parents couldn't be bothered to make time for their son, nevermind have a conversation with him about normal relationships. "...But... I mean, you must know this type of thing... Isn't a thing, right? ...Unless we're talking about certain religious circles..." Vicki trailed off as she glanced to her right. "Oh, now you can't quite face him? I wonder why...?"

"No, I know all that... I'm not a complete idiot, Vicki. You're acting like... Like I'm just trying to have sex with you and Tootie!" The brunet shot back somewhat more forcefully than he intended, due to the fact that Vicki seemed to be under the assumption that he was only taking himself into consideration.

"Are we gonna forget that I've seen the way you look at me and her?" The red-head questioned, her tone more even than earlier, less icy too. "Okay, so he's thought about this... For how long? Since I first noticed him checking me out? When Tootie- Did that hug put this idea in his head?" The memories of her sister's little stunt in Nasty Burger came rushing back to Vicki. The hug that had seemingly enraged her at the time, but in actuality, had confused her to no end.

"N-no, I can't- I can't help that. You and Tootie are both..." The teen paused, trying to think up the best way to compliment the two Valentine sisters without causing more attempted strangling. "You're b-both very attractive, s-so yeah, it's fair to say I've been checking you two out, but it is more than just... Just physical attraction..."

"Right, I'm sure you like Tootie quite a lot, since all you'd have to do is ask, and she'd probably drop her panties for you." The older girl couldn't help but notice that, once again, her voice sounded bitter in her ears. "Ugh. Fine. So I'm jealous... And maybe a little horny. That doesn't excuse-"

"And you're probably right, Vicki." Timmy spoke in a tone sounding of mild exasperation. "I'm not gonna say I don't want to do that with Tootie, alright? I do. And she does too, she's made that pretty obvious today, but even though that's true... I do want a real relationship with her. More than just screwing around, and she told me-"

"Hey! You two makin' out over there?!"

The relative silence between Timmy and his ex-babysitter was broken by a playful yet shrill voice calling over to them from the direction of the Turner household. Both the teen and the girl holding him captive looked toward the house, seeing their little group's third member; Tootie, standing in the house's back doorway, an accusatory look on her face, her hands resting on her hips.

"Better not be!" Tootie giggled as she took a few steps onto the grass, happy that she'd been quick enough to keep her boyfriend from getting murdered. "Well... Hehe... Not without me, at least...!"

An exasperated sigh brought Timmy's attention back to Vicki, who now hung her head down, eyes closed. "God, does she have to be so weird?"

The teen relaxed, knowing that, from the sound of the red-head's voice, she had calmed down some, and with Tootie nearby, probably wouldn't do anything to hurt him now. "Wouldn't be Tootie without the weirdness." Timmy chuckled. "'Sides, I think it's kind of endearing when she's acting weird, don't you?"

"Hmph." Vicki moved her left arm and slid to the right, then pulled herself out of the pool. "You're still not off the hook, Timmy. You've got some explaining to do..." She looked over at Tootie, who responded to her gaze with a cheery wave. "You and my sister..."

He watched her move toward Tootie, then sighed once he was sure she was out of earshot and sank into the pool, just past his mouth so he could blow bubbles up from the water. "Least I survived that." The teen sighed again in relief, this time mentally.

Tootie and Vicki...

"So what're you two talking about?" The raven-haired girl, despite knowing the look on her sister's face was not a happy one, spoke in an interested and giddy tone, pretending she had no idea why her older sister would be angry.

"This idiot-!" Vicki began in her same annoyed tone, but took pause, leaving her mouth agape for a second before she thought better and closed it. "I should just tell her... But maybe... He deserves a chance to explain himself, at the very least." "You and him need to have a talk. I'm gonna go inside and relax for a few, I'm tired from swimming and laying in the sun all day, might order pizza or something." She began to move past her sister, only to be stopped in her tracks as the girl suddenly moved in front of her, arms crossed and a sly smile on her face. "What?"

Tootie paused for a brief moment, looking her older sister up and down, before settling on her face, her violet, bespectacled eyes meeting Vicki's pink ones. "Everything okay?"

"Fantastic. Move." Again, the red-head tried to move past Tootie, but was again stopped in much the same way as before. "Tootie-"

"Okay. I came out here to find you really close to Timmy's face, so either you two were making out and you're embarrassed that I caught you, or you're pissed at him for something. So I figure I can get your version and his, or just his."

"Then get his. I'm not saying a word until you and he have talked about- Things." This time, Vicki gripped her younger sister's shoulders and physically moved her out of her path, then quickly made her way over to the back door of the house.

"Hey Vicki?" Tootie called out, her voice tinged with amusement.

"Yeah?" The red-head turned back to face Tootie just as her fingers gripped the doorknob.

"Nice rack." The raven-haired girl brought her hands up to her own chest, giving her breasts a light squeeze as she winked at her sister.

"Wha...?" Looking down to the aforementioned area, Vicki at last realized why she felt an odd, cool sensation now that she was out of the pool. She undid her bikini top to keep from getting tanlines, and in her anger at Timmy's query of a three-way, had left it on the pool float she'd been occupying, where it still remained, leaving her quite naked from the waist up. This realization, along with the air hitting her damp skin, made goosebumps flare up across her body as her face changed to a color more befitting a ripened tomato. "D-dammit Tootie!" Vicki quickly opened the door and darted into the Turner household, slamming it shut behind her.

"Ahaha!" Tootie laughed loudly at how quickly her sister went from stoic to flustered. "Aha... I did say Timmy wasn't the only one who was cute!" The raven-haired girl wiped a tear from her eye as she turned on her heel back toward the pool, catching sight of the top of Timmy's head in the water.

Timmy and Tootie...

"So, you're still alive I see." Tootie crouched down at the edge of the pool next to her brunet-haired friend and lightly tapped her index finger on the top of his head.

At this, the teen rose up a few inches out of the water so his mouth was no longer submerged. "Just barely..." Timmy rubbed his neck where Vicki's fingers had been gripping it. "I don't think getting strangled is one of my kinks, be it an intimate type of thing or otherwise..."

"She was strangling you?" Tootie asked quizzically. While it wasn't outside the realm of possibility, considering this was Vicki, after all, she didn't quite believe her sister would put her hands on Timmy in such a threatening manner.

"Definitely thinking about it..." The brunet laid his head back to look up at Tootie, meeting her gaze with his own being upside-down. It was at that point that his brain remembered just why he'd almost been strangled, and the person behind said reason was staring him in the face.

He turned around in the water to face his best friend properly, then extended his arm out of the pool, toward her. "Mind helping me outta here?"

"I don't see why no-Ah!" The girl cut off her own sentence with a scream as she grabbed Timmy's hand and met significant resistance, then force as she was pulled forward, off her feet and back into the water.

SPLOOSH

Timmy chuckled as he watched Tootie sink down, then quickly swim back up and break the surface of the water, whereupon she gave him a rather dirty look after catching her breath. "How do you always manage to keep your glasses on when you fall into the pool?"

"You're an ass." The raven-haired girl's expression changed from annoyed to something more akin to a pout as she swept her right arm through the water to splash the brunet.

"You deserved that one." The teen shot his friend a knowing look. "Next time, you talk to Vicki about three-way stuff, I seriously thought she was going to kill me!"

"Oh please." Tootie shook her head dismissively. "She wasn't gonna kill you... Maybe hit you, or hold your head under the water for a few seconds, but kill you? Nah."

"Yes, I'm sure I'm just overreacting." Timmy deadpanned at the girl.

"Glad we're in agreement." Tootie smiled happily, knowing it would irk him even more. "And as for next time, don't worry, I intend to."

"E-excuse me?" The teen shot his- "Girlfriend? Is Tootie my girlfriend now? ...And if this plan works... What would that make Vicki?" Shaking his head back and forth, Timmy refocused his attention on her. "What? Was this part of your plan too? Getting Vicki pissed at me so-"

"No, my sister being mad at you is just a..." Tootie trailed off as she brought her hand up to her chin in thought. "...A minor setback! Yeah! I still know how to salvage this to make a Timmy-Tootie-Vicki sandwich, don't you worry!"

The brunet frowned at his friend, the expression being more disapproving than sad. "Once you start using food as sex analogies, I pretty much can't help but worry..."

"Ugh, fine. Be a worrier and worry. I'll take action, and then we'll get some action!"

"Jeez, you are horny today..." Timmy absently spoke as he looked over his shoulder back toward his house. To say he wasn't pleased with how his conversation with Vicki went was... An understatement. A few not very well-thought-out sentences had driven an obvious wedge between himself and the red-head, and his only hope of repairing it was Too-

"You literally have no idea."

The brunet jumped slightly as he turned back toward Tootie on hearing her voice. In much the same way he hadn't noticed Vicki slip into the water and swim over to him, he didn't notice the raven-haired girl glide over to him, not until her face was mere inches from his, and her hands were on his shoulders, using him for support to stay above the water.

Timmy snaked his left arm around Tootie's waist and across the small of her back while his right stayed on the edge of the pool. Even with the water reducing the girl's weight to barely anything, her being as close as she was made kicking their legs difficult, so his right arm was pretty much the only thing keeping them from sinking.

Which was something he was sure Tootie would take immediate advantage of, as he certainly wasn't going to push her away, even if he was able to.

"I mean, it's not like you haven't been teasing me all day..." The girl's voice dipped low, taking on a more sultry tone as she slid her right hand off Timmy's shoulder, slowly moving it in a descending motion onto his chest.

"Eheh... Uhm... Tootie? Maybe we shouldn't..." The teen's eyes darted about in his head. It was doubtful that anyone was watching them, but...

"It's not like I'm mad or anything." She grinned evilly as her fingertips moved over his upper chest, lightly grazing his nipple as she savored the feeling of his somewhat toned chest.

"T-Tootie... Could we do this... Somewhere more private?" The teen's question nearly came out as a single word, his tone sounding almost pained... Or perhaps pleading.

Tootie continued, ignoring his request. "Nope. On the contrary, I've really enjoyed today. Never knew you were so good with your hands..." Her own hand moved ever lower, now delicately tracing a path down Timmy's abdomen and past his navel.

Timmy again opened his mouth to speak-

"But y'know... I've been letting you have all the fun getting me worked up, yet I've done nothing to... Repay you? That's a good way to put it." She nodded as her fingertips now reached the waistline of Timmy's swimsuit. "I've been awfully selfish, don't ya think?" The evil grin remained as Tootie's violet eyes focused entirely on Timmy's blue ones.

And Timmy, much to his credit, was able to keep up eye contact with Tootie, though his gaze was very steadily being drawn to the small space between them, where her hand was. "Uh... N-no, you haven't been self-" He paused, cutting himself off as Tootie's fingertips slid under his waistband. "-Ish? T-Tootie...?"

"it's only fair... You were rubbing me in all the right places in your room... I just wanna return the favor..." She glanced at Timmy's arm as she felt it minutely tighten around her. "All you have to do is relax..." As she spoke, Tootie carefully slipped the rest of her hand into the brunet's bathing suit, and(almost eagerly) wrapped her fingers around his already hard member. "And here I was thinking I was the only person excited about tonight!"

"Ngh..." Timmy simply grunted out as he braced his hand on the edge of the pool. He hadn't quite expected Tootie to... Grasp him so eagerly. Her action had in turn caused his hips to buck forward slightly, further closing the distance between the two teens. "K-kinda hard not to be excited when a pretty girl's got her fingers wrapped around your-Ah..." A red tint broke out over the teen's cheeks as he felt Tootie stroke her hand up and down the length of his penis. The blush was more caused by his unintentional gasp than the girl's action... But it certainly helped.

"Hehe..." Tootie chuckled lightly and began speaking in a more hushed tone. "I was worried you were one of those types who's quiet as a mouse when fooling around..." Another gentle stroke up and down. Judging by her friend's reaction, she was evidently doing something right, but she didn't want to be too rough either. "I-Uh... I once heard that... If you're not into it, pain can be a real turn-off in these... Situations, so... If I'm- Er... Just... It's good, right?"

"Y-yeah... It's good, you're... Good." Aside from the fact that far more blood was heading south, rather than to his brain, Timmy was having just a bit of trouble focusing on such concepts as forming coherent sentences. Much of his attention was on what Tootie was doing to him, the carefulness of her motions, the softness of her hand...

And in turn, Tootie wasn't particularly focused on what Timmy had said, though she did hear the part where he said she was 'good'. Most of the raven-haired girl's attention was focused on the apparent size of her friend's member. Though she didn't show it, she was relieved to find that it wasn't the size of... Some of the ones she'd seen on the more unscrupulous internet sites. "Ugh, wish I had a damn ruler... Well... My fingers fit around it, so it isn't a damn tree trunk... And judging by the length..." "Seven inches."

"W-Wha?!" For the first time since his little... 'Massage' began, Timmy focused his attention back on Tootie, who had made a rather interesting declaration, though she did not cease her hand's movements.

It took less than a second after the words left her mouth for Tootie's eyes to grow wide and her face to turn beet-red. "I... That was supposed to... Be... Ishouldstoptalking." Reluctantly, the raven-haired girl released her prize and slid her hand back out of Timmy's bathing suit.

With her hands now back to fiddling with each other nervously, and Timmy not quite being sure of what he could possibly say, the two teens merely stayed where they were for a few minutes, the only sounds that broke the otherwise awkward silence being the pool filters and the occasional chirp of a bird.

"That was-" "I didn't mean-" Both spoke at the same time, and quickly fell silent again as they did.

"Y-you go ahead..." Tootie stammered out, her blush still as red and obvious as it had been a few minutes before. "Shit... I hope... He doesn't think less of me for doing that, right? I mean, we're alone out here and... And it's just there! He's been taunting me with the damn thing all day!"

"Er... I was just gonna say that was... Nice?" Timmy felt his cheeks heat up once again. Tootie complimenting him on his skill with his hands was one thing, but he hadn't... Gotten as far as she just had... "Do you compliment someone for that? Feels... Weird..."

"I- Um... You're welcome...?" She felt a significant portion of her confidence drain away. Yes, she was still super-horny, and really wanted Timmy to grab her by the shoulders, reverse their positions, and thrust- She wanted that, but also felt... A little nervous? "You... We could, eheh... Keep going...?" "C'mon, think! Salvage this somehow!" Tootie leaned closer, enough so that she was now pressing herself flush against the brunet. She could feel his heart rate speed up a little... And a certain throbbing somewhere else too. "Wanna see how long I can hold my breath?" The girl quirked an eyebrow up at Timmy suggestively, hoping he'd pick up on the hint she'd dropped.

"Hold your breath?" The teen looked at the girl quizzically. "That's kind of a switch... Why bring that up when we were just...?" Timmy stared at his friend for a few seconds, then raised an interested eyebrow himself as she licked her lips. "What is she...? Oh." It didn't take long for the more perverted part of Timmy's mind to put the pieces together, and realize just what Tootie was offering. "I- Um- W-we should probably head inside, see what V-Vicki's up to...?"

"Heh... So a rain check then?" Tootie spoke in a husky tone, her eyes half-lidded.

"Er... Yes? If that's... Okay?" He stuttered out, clearly not expecting Tootie's rather naughty offer.

"Sure." The raven-haired girl shrugged nonchalantly, then leaned in and gave the boy a quick peck on the lips. "Suppose longing makes the heart grow fonder... Among other things. And in your room, I won't have to focus on holding my breath. I can focus entirely on making you feel good!" She winked as she finished, at last shrugging out of Timmy's grasp and pushing herself away.

"R-Right, heheh... Right." The brunet spun around, intending to pull himself up and out of the pool, but this idea was soon put on hold as he felt Tootie loop her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, and her legs around his waist. "What are you doing?" Timmy asked tiredly.

"Hm? Hitching a ride from my boyfriend!" She leaned in, planting another quick kiss on Timmy's cheek. "C'mon, you can do it! I'm like, a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. I have faith!" Tootie giggled as she rested her head on Timmy's shoulder.

"And what's in it for me if I give you a piggyback?" Even as he asked, the teen still began pulling himself up out of the water, with only a bit of difficulty.

"Hey, what about chivalry? Just doing what's right for your fair maiden?" Tootie asked in a mockingly offended tone.

"Heheh... 'Fair'..." Timmy chuckled as he climbed out of the pool, Tootie's arms and legs still wrapped tightly around him. "Phew... Hold on, let me get a better grip."

"A better wha-!" The bespectacled girl jumped slightly as she felt Timmy's hands settle on her ass, one hand for each buttock. "Aren't you supposed to grab my thighs? Or just above my knees at least?"

Ignoring her deadpan tone, the brunet leaned forward a bit to center himself and the girl on his back. "Nah, this feels fine."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure it feels great. Pervert."

"Hey, be nice or I will give you such a spanking young lady!" He teased as he carefully made his way over to the door, stopping as he felt Tootie's weight shift again, followed by a warm breath on his ear.

"You promise...?" Tootie grinned as she felt a light shudder run through her best friend. "Heehee! So anyway, how'd you like that 'view of the valley' from Vicki, huh Timmy?"

"What now? 'View' of the...? What are you talking about?" Timmy remained stopped in the middle of the back yard, his head turned to the right to try and see Tootie.

"Hah! Please, I got quite the eyeful when she was talking to me, and I wasn't as... Close as you two were, so fess up! You get a good look?" The raven-haired girl found herself wondering why Timmy was still playing dumb. He was on board, and he knew she didn't mind if he looked at Vicki... So why act like he was still clueless?

"A good look at what?" The teen adjusted his grip(or copped a feel, take your pick) as he felt Tootie begin to slide off his back. "I was kinda in the middle of getting strangled, the only thing I was focused on was escaping, and Vicki's eyes." A distinctly more fearful shudder ran through his body. "I think I could feel her judging my soul..." Timmy hung his head sadly, remembering that the red-head was probably still pissed at him.

"Ugh... Again with the missed opportunities..." Tootie rolled her eyes and slid her arms back a little, letting her hands settle on Timmy's shoulders again. "Turn around. About face." The girl gripped his shoulders, directing the brunet to turn back toward the pool.

"I'm not your faithful steed!"

"Eh, I still wanna ride you like one." Tootie chuckled as Timmy nonetheless obeyed her directive and turned to face the pool again. "See that?" She leaned forward and pointed toward the pool with her right arm, the left holding onto Timmy for leverage while she pressed her breasts against the back of his neck.

"See... What?" He followed her arm in the direction she was pointing, but all he saw was the pool, and the apparently forgotten float. "Oh, I should probably get that out of there."

"Not the pool float!" Tootie facepalmed with her free hand. "The thing on the float! No wonder Vicki thinks you're a Twerp..."

"I am fully capable of throwing your sweet ass back into the pool, Toots." Timmy spoke in a mock-annoyed tone as he squinted at the pool float, now realizing there was a small article of clothing on it. "Is that-"

"My sister's bikini top? Well, considering I got a good look at her not bikini top-clad chest, I'd have to go with... Yeah." Giving Timmy's sides a gentle squeeze with her legs to indicate she wanted to get down, Tootie slid off the teen's back and onto her feet as he released her, then made her way over to the side of the pool, grabbing one of the sifting nets as she did. "Sounds like someone missed out!"

"Was she naked from the waist up the entire time she was not-strangling me? And I didn't even notice?" Timmy felt the sudden urge to slap himself across the face. Even with his vow to stop thinking things to death, he was still missing out! "Well I- It's probably for the best. If she'd caught me staring while she was chewing me out, chances are she really would have drowned me-" The teen's train of thought was derailed as he stared at Tootie... Or rather, a certain part of her anatomy that was not-so-stealthily pointed in his direction. The girl was again bent over in an alluring manner as she used the sifting net to pull the pool float holding Vicki's bikini top over to her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He could feel a certain tightness returning to his bathing suit.

"Little bit." Tootie spoke in an amused tone of voice. "Gotta make you pay for getting me worked up somehow." She peeked over her shoulder as she finished, her eyebrow raised suggestively.

Timmy crossed his arms and blushed. He could feel his better judgment crumbling and giving way to... More pleasurable thoughts. And Tootie's pose and tone weren't helping matter in the least. "J-Just hurry up and grab her top!" Difficult as it was, he was able to turn away from the girl and back toward the house. Tootie may have been torturing him in her own way, but he was just as bad, being unable to take his eyes off her butt!

"Oh chill, I got it." At last, Tootie set aside the net and pulled the pool float out of the water, setting it down at the edge as she grabbed the lime-green prize she was after. "Now then..." In one swift motion, the raven-haired girl jumped to her feet, spinning around to face Timmy as she did, then quickly made her way over to him and leapt into her previous position on his back. "Giddy up!"

"Really?" The brunet deadpanned, yet still managed to catch her, his hands again finding their favored position on her rear-end. "You do have legs, you know that, right?"

"Yup! Nice, soft legs that are currently wrapped around your waist, so why exactly are you complaining?" Tootie leaned forward again, her head coming to rest on his shoulder, which made Timmy lean forward in turn to center himself.

"Because they work!" The brunet shouted in amusement. "Is this what I have to look forward to now that we're..."

"Dating?"

A mild wave of heat washed over Timmy at the girl's words. "I guess we're dating now... Though we might end up skipping dinner and a movie and going straight to-"

"Think of it as training! You carry me around now, you'll be able to hold me up against a wall later..." The raven-haired girl finished by purring into the teen's ear.

Could women go into heat like some animals? Timmy found himself wondering this as he stepped across his backyard and over to the door, then let himself and Tootie back into the house, ducking to keep her from bonking her head. "You uh..." He began with a whisper as he stopped in the kitchen, his eyes focusing on the door into the living room. "You still haven't told me how we're gonna... Fix this?"

"Mm..." Tootie hummed in his ear, smirking as he shuddered from the ticklish feeling. "Still trying to figure that part out..." She frowned as she heard the boy beneath her release an exasperated-sounding sigh. "...Hey, I- I'm sorry about not coming with you, okay? I know that was probably... Stressful, asking her something like that, and dealing with her reaction." Tootie nuzzled her cheek against Timmy's, hoping to reassure and comfort him. "But I wasn't... I didn't really know how to... Bring it up, I guess? This is... I mean, it's a pretty big deal, y'know?"

"Don't have to tell me twice..." The brunet nodded in agreement with his best friend-turned-girlfriend. "Maybe I could... Take off? Just for a bit, and you two could talk? Might give her a chance to-"

"Cool off? Yeah... I think- I think that might work!" Tootie; apparently having forgotten that they were supposed to be trying to be stealthy, exclaimed excitedly as her plan received a jump-start. "Oh, but... You just got changed into your bathing suit, sure you don't mind getting dressed again? ...You might have to change back into it when you return...?" An evil glint appeared in the teenage girl's eye as she placed a quick kiss on Timmy's shoulder. "Or you could just not put it back on... That'd work too."

"I can't believe I'm attracted to two girls who both love to torture me!" The brunet mentally screamed as Tootie's words sent chills down his spine. "You wanna get down so we can-"

"Nope! I'm pretty comfortable right here." Tootie remarked with a smile as her faithful steed carried her into the living room.