My new story - 1st part

Story by Milkmaniac

Hi - this is the first part to a new story I'm writing. I hope you enjoy it so far, and I welcome any comments.

The Secret Camp

By Milkmaniac © 2007 milkmaniac@yahoo.com

Chapter 1

It seemed to Amy Welker that the month of June would never arrive. Of course, it did, and with it came the end of 10th grade and the beginning of another wonderful summer vacation. Amy wasn’t sure how wonderful this summer vacation would be though, because now that she was sixteen, her parents expected, if not quite demanded, that she work over the summer. She didn’t really mind having to get a job, but she was very unhappy with the fact that she would be spending her time working for her father at his company.

Edgar Welker worked as a chemist for Phuture Pharmaceuticals Corporation. PPC was the biggest employer in Oakmont, which was where the Welkers’ and 40,000 other people lived. Edgar had arranged with his boss for Amy to spend the summer as a lab assistant. She’d learn some basic aspects of the business, and earn better than fast-food bucks to boot. Amy was appreciative, but she really would have rather worked at one of the clothing stores at the mall like some of her other friends.

It was a Saturday, the last one before she was to go to work with her dad, and Amy was moping in her room. It had been raining all day and her mom was shopping and Dad was running his own errands, so she was stuck at home. Feeling lonely, Amy called her friend Catherine, on the phone.

“Hey Cat, it’s me,” she said, with more than a little boredom in her voice.

“What’s up, Aim?” her friend replied.

As Amy was chatting, she was modeling a new top her mom got her for her job. It was a sophisticated and pretty red blouse with bright white buttons. The only problem with it, as far as Amy was concerned was that for some reason the fabric wouldn’t lie flat and even with all but the topmost button done, at certain angles it was very easy to see inside the blouse. Not that there was all that much to see considering that Amy wore a 32A bra, but even so, she wanted to wear something to her first day of work that was less adult and more comfortable for her. Amy tried on several more tops before consulting with Catherine and the two of them agreed that a simple blue t-shirt was the way to go.

Hanging up the phone a little while later, Amy thought, well that killed all of an hour, and looked at the pile of clothes she had strewn about on her bed. She was still wearing the blue shirt and just to make sure, decided to try on the red blouse her mom got her, one last time. There was something intriguing about the way it made her look more mature and worldly even if she was a bit uncomfortable with the open décolletage.

She took off the blue shirt and looked at herself in the mirror. A pretty, brown eyed and brown haired young girl was what she saw. I like my hair this way, although it could be a bit longer and wavier, she thought as she examined herself closely for the millionth time since going through puberty three years ago. My eyes are ok, I guess. Oh shit! I’m getting a zit on my forehead. Great! Just in time for my first day at work. Well at least the boys that work there will notice that, and not my tiny titties, she thought dejectedly.

“Why do I even need this stupid bra!” she shouted aloud, to no one in particular. Taking off the nearly useless garment, Amy looked at her flat chest closely. They had grown a little since she had been first given the bra, but even so, they barely filled out the little cups. Her breasts were small little bumps that really didn’t look like anything, except that her nipples had started to develop and had that puffy quality where they looked like little cones atop the slight mounds of her barely budding breasts. Maybe in another year or two, I’ll finally grow real tits. Like Cat.

It was tough having a best friend like Cat, whose breasts had begun developing in 7th grade and now, going into their sophomore year together, Cat looked like a fully grown young woman, while Amy still looked like a twelve year old kid. All the boys looked at Cat’s large D-cups and some snickered and a few of the bolder ones made rude remarks that Cat was fortunately strong enough to shrug off. One of the qualities about Catherine that Amy was so grateful for was Cat’s modesty and humility. Catherine Saunders was easily one of the most beautiful girls in Oakmont, let alone the high school, but she seemed totally oblivious to her beauty. Amy knew very well how some of the other really beautiful girls could be complete bitches and very snotty to anyone less physically blessed than themselves, but Cat wasn’t at all like them. In fact, Cat hated that type of girl as much as Amy did, and because they were so much alike in

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