"Phew!" Timmy breathed a sigh of relief as he placed the cooler they'd brought with them back in the car, setting it on the floor behind the driver's seat before placing the bag that held the sunscreen, towels, and beach blanket he and Vicky had used on top of it. "That was a lot easier the first time..." He wiped his brow, then tugged on the front of his t-shirt a few times, sending short gusts of air over his mildly sweaty abdomen.

"First time wasn't uphill." The girl remarked in a matter-of-fact tone from her position next to the hood and in front of ajar driver's side door. "We didn't forget anything, right?"

Timmy gave the cooler and beach bag a quick once-over. "Nope, doesn't look-" He turned to face his babysitter, only for his gaze to fall squarely on her rear-end, still clad in the lime-green bikini bottom; as she bent over to pull her white jean-shorts up her legs, the lingering dampness on her skin and swimsuit causing the shorts to catch on her somewhat ample bottom, until she gave them another quick tug and pulled them on completely, then zipped them and fastened the button. "Uh..." Once again, the eleven year old found himself admiring a part of his babysitter, and not knowing why. This time was especially perplexing, as everyone, whether they were male or female, had a butt, with some being bigger and more round than others. So why exactly was Vicky's so distracting and nice to look at?!

"Is that an 'Uh' like, you're not sure, or an 'Uh' like..." The red-head stood up straight and looked over her shoulder when her charge failed to respond, only to realize he was staring at something decidedly further south than the back of her head. "...You're staring at my ass."

"Hm-Wha?" Timmy looked up at his babysitter, who slowly turned in place to face him, then crossed her arms and shot him a flat, unimpressed look, easily communicating to the boy that he'd been caught. "Er... Is... Is that bad?" He questioned innocently, watching the girl cautiously as she stepped around the ajar driver's side door and in front of him, then bent down slightly, though she still towered a good several inches over him, her proximity forcing the brunet to look up at her.

"Hm... That depends, Twerp." Vicky stepped forward and to her right, moving not unlike a predator circling its prey as Timmy turned to his left to continue facing her, his back now to the car. "But first, I wanna know what you think." She brought her right hand up, jabbing her index finger into Timmy's chest and applying a bit of pressure to push him backward.

"Um..." "Definitely bad." The boy thought to himself, before taking a step back due to the light yet firm pressure being exerted on his chest, causing him to stumble as the back of his left calf collided with the side of Vicky's car's door frame, which in turn caused him to awkwardly fall backward into the car's backseat with a cry of surprise. "Ah!" He landed with a muffled thump and began to push himself back up by bracing his hands against the seat. "H-Hey... Why'd you-" Before he could finish, the seventeen year old was upon him, her left knee on the lid of the cooler, and her right pressing down on the seat in the space between his legs, just a few short inches below his crotch. Meanwhile, she braced the palm of her left hand against the floor of the car behind the passenger seat, and leaned on her right arm, now bent at the elbow and settled just above Timmy's head; laying her forearm straight across the seat, the position leaving her hovering mere inches above her charge.

The girl kept that position for several seconds, the only noise being the far-off sound of waves crashing against the shore, and the occasional gust of wind disturbing the foliage surrounding the small parking spot the car was located in. "I'm waiting~..." She at last spoke, her warm breath ghosting over the boy's lips.

"I... I dunno, I guess... Bad? I sh-shouldn't have looked at your b-butt?" Timmy stammered out, his cheeks flushed a deep pink due to his babysitter's closeness.

"Is that what you think? Ya sure~...?" Vicky drawled out, the left side of her mouth tugging up into a smirk.

"Ye- Eh... N-No...?" The brunet's eyes darted around in his head, searching the older girl's face for an answer it didn't hold. "I know y-you said I sh-should be curious about... A girl's b-body, but..."

"C'mon, Timmy. Why're you getting all nervous? It's only me..." The red-head sank a few inches closer, the tip of her nose gingerly touching Timmy's as her ponytail slipped off her back, over her left shoulder and dropped down, brushing against his right cheek.

"Th-That's exactly why I'm n-nervous!" The eleven year old whispered out harshly. "Wh-Why are you getting so c-close?! And h-how am I s-supposed to know if looking at your butt is bad or n-not? I don't know what I should or shouldn't look at!" Timmy's whispered tone came out heavy with frustration, the little push from his babysitter and her sudden closeness-coupled with the questions she was asking him-making him think he'd done something wrong without even knowing; strange and alien as the concept of a relationship with the older girl was to the brunet.

Again, the red-head responded with silence for a few seconds, her lips twitching a bit as she continued to stare down at Timmy with a smirk. Before long, however; she tilted her head down a little, her forehead gently bumping against his as a faint giggle escaped her, leaving Timmy confused, but ever so slightly more relaxed by the sound of said giggle. "Heehee... Teaching you about this stuff is gonna be fun..." She titled her head back up, her vibrant pink eyes meeting Timmy's bright blue ones. "But messing with you? That's gonna be a blast...!" The girl started to pull away, but before doing so, brought her left index finger up to her mouth and touched it to her lips, then turned it around and gently pressed it to the brunet's mouth. With that, she pushed herself up and retreated backwards out of the car, leaving a very confused Timmy behind in the backseat.

For nearly a minute, Timmy simply stared up at the ceiling of the car's interior, his eleven year old brain absently wondering just what he'd gotten himself into, before it was struck with another realization that made the boy sit up and face his babysitter, who was bent over once more, hands on her hips as she patiently watched him through the open door. "Th-That's not an answer!" He slid forward across the backseat, then hopped out and rose to his feet as Vicky took a few steps back and stood up straight herself.

"I shouldn't have to explain everything to you, kid." Vicky responded, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "I know you're smart enough to draw your own conclusions, and while you may be young, you're already starting to think like an adult..." The girl frowned after a moment, realizing checking someone out wasn't just something adults did. "Or... Someone who's older than you are, at least. You're thinking like a teenager."

"And... Is that why you seem... Prettier, somehow?" Timmy questioned in confusion, his head tilted ever so slightly to the left.

"Well... Part of it, I suppose." The seventeen year old ran her hand through her hair, raking a few grains of sand out of it. "It's not prettier so much as sexier- More physically attractive." The girl corrected herself, not wanting to have to explain to her charge what sex was just yet, and certainly not on the side of the road. "You being at the age where you're about to start going through puberty-or heck, maybe you already have started-it's giving you... An appreciation for certain physical aspects of a girl's body... Understand?"

"Kind... Of." Timmy replied, finally understanding(partially, anyway) why Vicky's chest had been so interesting when her bikini top had slipped off, and when she'd allowed him to see and touch them a little while earlier. "Guess my brain must like her butt too, then..." "So... It's not bad, then... Right?"

"I wouldn't say so, no. Part of growing up is having the self-control to not stare at every girl's chest or backside that passes you by, but you're still young, so it's not a huge deal right now... And besides all that, you and I are kind of... Dating now, anyway. It'd be weird if you didn't take an interest in my body, being that you're a boy and all." Vicky shrugged, feeling relatively satisfied with her explanation. "Anyway, we should get going-" She pushed the driver's seat back into it's natural position. "-There's still a lot we need to catch you up on, and I... I'd rather do it back at your house, know what I mean?"

"Um... Sure." Timmy nodded in sheepish agreement, happy that he'd received an answer, long-winded and somewhat confusing as it was. "So... You don't mind me staring at your... Butt, right?"

A low chuckle escaped the girl, followed by her shaking her head and taking a few steps closer to the eleven year old. "Twerp, you've already gotten farther with me than Ricky ever did, and... And I can admit, I actually like you, so feel free to check me out to your heart's content, I certainly don't mind the attention." She brought her right hand up and ran it through the boy's brown locks, then affectionately ruffled his hair, earning her another cute, perplexed stare, Timmy's cheeks still bearing a slight dusting of pink. "Satisfied?" She asked with a smirk.

"Y-Yeah." Timmy nodded again, wishing his babysitter had simply told him it was okay to look at her butt from the start, though he definitely appreciated the explanation she gave, as it gave him a clearer understanding of his previously inexplicable interest in the red-head.

"Good!" The red-head allowed her hand to slip out of Timmy's hair and settled it on his shoulder, then brought her left up to do the same with the opposite shoulder. "Now-" She applied a bit of pressure until the boy allowed her to turn him completely around, then gave him a light push toward the back of the car. "Hop in the car so we can go."

The brunet did as he was told and circled around the car, then yanked the passenger side door open, got in, and shut it, buckling his seatbelt just as Vicky slid into the driver's seat and started the car. "So... Are we coming back here tomorrow, or...?"

"If you want." The girl remarked absently as she backed her car out of the small parking space, then shifted it into drive, and began to steadily cruise back down the road they'd taken to get to her secret spot in the first place. "There are a few swimming techniques that you should probably learn, but... You've got the basics down, so I doubt you'll be drowning anytime soon."

"Well... You are a really good teacher... I was scared to come out here... Y'know, in case something bad happened like in the pool at my house, but... It didn't seem so scary, once I got out in the middle of the water with you. I don't know how long it would've been before I learned to swim, otherwise, so... Thank you for teaching me, Vicky. I really appreciate it." Timmy shot his babysitter a smile of gratitude, and though her eyes were primarily focused on the road, he noticed the older teen roll her eyes and blush... Just a little.

"Yeah, yeah... Don't mention it, Timmy." Vicky kept her gaze focused straight ahead, the left side of her mouth curling up into a small smirk as she felt an oddly pleasant warmth bloom in her chest. "He really knows how to pour on the charm... Little Twerp." She thought to herself, still trying to appear as stoic and nonchalant as she could manage. "Since we're gonna have your house to ourselves for the rest of the day, I could always... Give you a few pointers about relationships instead...?" The girl offered, absently glancing to her left at the beach, still crowded with people; before taking a right turn onto the road flanked by sand and dry grass on both sides that had served as their approach to the beach some time earlier. From there they simply needed to hop back onto the highway, drive through the main city area of Dimmsdale, and then finally they'd be back in the suburbs where they lived.

"Er... Sure, I-" The boy cut himself off with a somewhat extended yawn, his eyes watering a little as he finished, prompting him to wipe them. "Agh, I guess that'd be good..."

"Heh, sounds like not taking that nap on the way down here is starting to catch up with you... Not to mention all that swimming and just being in the sun. You can take a nap now if you want, it'll probably take an hour or so to get back to your house, thanks to the traffic..." Vicky relaxed in her seat, resting the palm of her left hand against the side of her head to prop it up while leaning on her elbow, while her right hand remained on the steering wheel.

"Ah... I'm not that tired..." The brunet remarked wearily, barely stifling another yawn as his somewhat fatigued body tried to convince him to go along with his babysitter's suggestion. "And besides, I... I kind of like... Talking to you. It's nice, somehow." Timmy blushed at the admission, finding that his feelings toward the red-head had nearly done a complete one-eighty compared to just a few days earlier. He'd always considered her to be pretty, in a way, but that was hardly a concern to him since she was almost unapproachably abrasive toward him, and he was, of course, too young for it to matter anyway(or so he thought).

Now though, his babysitter's once dread-inducing voice had become pleasant to his ears, her fiery red hair seemed vibrant and he imagined it to be soft, rather than eye-searingly red and straw-like. Even the freckles that dotted her shoulders, and were sprinkled across her cheeks and nose, now caught his eye and further enhanced her attractiveness. Had the girl always been this pretty, and he'd only been too naïve or put off by her usual demeanor to see it? Everytime he thought about these new feelings for the girl, he only ended up more confused than before. He was drawn to her, not unlike how he'd been drawn to Trixie, but Vicky, despite being the last person he'd expect to do so, acknowledged him. She liked him, had even told him as much just a few short minutes ago, and he couldn't deny the tingly feeling of warmth that filled his chest when she said that. He wasn't the type to crave and seek out attention like Trixie had become when he wished they were the only two people left in the world, but knowing that his babysitter, that Vicky; reciprocated this new, budding affection for her was gratifying in a way he neither could understand, nor explain. All he did know was that he enjoyed the attention she gave him, the little affectionate looks and touches, the concern he could hear in her voice when he tripped with the cooler, or when he leapt at her, thinking some horrible, slimy thing had captured his foot back at the lagoon, and especially the kiss on the cheek, along with the rather physical moment they'd had under the palm tree.

It was all so new, so exciting for the eleven year old; he and Vicky had not only managed to salvage a friendship out of their previous animosity, they'd actually settled on the beginnings of something more; something that made him ever so slightly shiver with giddy excitement and want to wrap his arms around his babysitter's old friend for her simple yet undeniably effective idea to just... Be nice to Vicky.

Buzz!

The brunet's train of thought was derailed by a muffled, but still distinctly audible buzzing vibration, which was soon followed by a low groan of annoyance from the seventeen year old in the driver's seat.

"Ugh... Timmy, can you grab my phone out of my pocket and see who's texting me?" Vicky subtly tilted her head to the right, giving a quick sideways nod down toward her thigh.

"Sure." The brunet replied, leaning over in his seat and reaching for his babysitter's pocket; the top of her phone just barely peeking out. He gave it a quick little tug and, though it offered a bit of resistance, the phone slipped out, allowing him to sit back down in the passenger seat. "Let's see... Oh, it's from Heather... 'How's the cradle robbing going?' ...What's that mean? Cradle robbing?" Timmy looked at his babysitter, his head titled in confusion.

"Oh my god... Nevermind, turn it off." Vicky blushed a deep shade of pink as she brought her right hand up to her face and pinched the bridge of her nose. "What was I thinking giving her my number again...?"

"I dunno, she doesn't seem that bad, Vicky..." Timmy stared at the phone, the screen of which soon went black due to inactivity.

"That's because you don't know Heather. Me and her used to get along, but she can just... Be so annoying at times! ...Or she could, anyway. If our conversation at the hospital was anything to go by, she hasn't changed that much..." Vicky pressed down on the gas pedal as she turned onto the highway on-ramp, a slight pout having formed on her face now. "Hah..." She sighed, rolling her eyes somewhat evasively. "But I guess I should've called her that day I first went to your house to babysit you... Not that that excuses her for acting like a spoiled brat up until she graduated..."

"Well... You're right that I don't know her, but she didn't seem all that mad at you... Did you two tease each other a lot back when you were friends?" The eleven year old touched the phone's screen, Heather's message popping back up as it turned on.

"I mean, yeah... I'm sure you and the rest of your little Twerp squad do that to each other too, so what?" The girl shrugged, noticing the very tips of the Dimmsdale skyline poking over the trees on the right side of the road.

"Maybe she was trying to act like she used to back when you two were friends, y'know? She asked for your number, so obviously she does want to be in contact with you... So why not try and fix things between you and her? It couldn't hurt, could it?" Timmy questioned, figuring he sort of owed the blonde doctor-in-training.

"No..." Vicky drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. "I guess not..." She glanced out of the corner of her eye at her phone, still in Timmy's hand. "Argh... I'll think about it, alright?"

"Alright." The boy parroted back with a nod. "Maybe her, Tootie and the two of us can go to that lagoon at some point, that'd be fun!" He remarked excitedly, knowing that the raven-haired girl wouldn't act too overbearing around her older sister. "Maybe if Tootie and Heather still get along, she'll even give me some space!"

"Oh yeah, I'm sure you'd love to spend a day at the beach with three girls, wouldn't you?" Vicky briefly looked over at her charge with a teasing grin, his face now bearing a cheery-red blush.

"Th-That... I-Er... It- It's not like I'd... Complain, or anything..." Timmy stammered out nervously, forcibly willing away the thought of Heather and the two Valentine sisters in swimsuits, as it made him feel just slightly light-headed.

"Hah..." The red-head sighed in dramatic fashion, shaking her head back and forth. "Eleven years old, and already an adorable little perv... Although... I suppose I am partially to blame for that..."

"I am not a-... N-Nevermind..." The brunet managed to blush even harder, though it was now due to a combination of embarrassment and frustration at his babysitter for insisting he was a pervert. "L-Look, do you want me to t-text her back, or...?"

"Um... Nah, I'll handle it when I get home." Vicky absently waved off her charge's offer as she veered off the highway and into the exit that would take them back to Dimmsdale.

"Vicky..." The boy began, assuming his babysitter was only telling him what he wanted to hear so she could then simply not call her old friend.

"Hey, I said I'd do it, and I'll do it, but I also said I'd give you some pointers on relationships, and if you're serious about... Us, like I am, then you are my first priority, Timmy." Vicky interjected in a stern, but somehow affectionate tone of voice. It was clear to the buck-toothed eleven year old that she wasn't changing her mind on this particular matter, but at the same time, he instantly understood what she was trying to avoid outright saying, which was that she wanted to spend time with him, even if it meant putting rekindling her friendship with Heather on hold.

"I..." Timmy began, but soon trailed off, that odd warmth he felt around Vicky that was steadily becoming more and more familiar, blooming in his chest once more. "Thanks, Vicky... Again."

"Don't thank me yet, Twerp. The rate you're going, I can't help but wonder how you're gonna make all this up to me...!" Vicky shot her charge a teasing grin, making his cheeks flush with heat as he looked away and stared out the window at the towering skyscrapers of downtown Dimmsdale that now surrounded them.

"Ehehe... I guess I'll... Have to think of something, huh?" Timmy wondered aloud, not having the slightest idea as to what the older teen could possibly want from him.

Before long, the two were driving through the Dimmsdale suburbs, and Vicky pulled her car into the driveway of Timmy's house. "Ugh... I am beat." The red-head declared as she opened the driver's side door and hopped out of her car, then stretched, her joints popping and cracking in protest. "How about you? Feeling tired yet?"

"Augh..." Timmy yawned as he slowly pushed the passenger side door open and got out of the car, then winced as his arms and legs reminded him of the workout he'd received at the lagoon. "Ah... A little bit, yeah... You were right about being in the sun all day making you sleepy..." He shut the passenger side door, then shuffled around the car and over to his babysitter, before returning her phone to her.

"All that swimming practice probably took a lot out of you as well, especially since the only thing you've had to eat today is a sandwich..." The girl remarked absently as she looked down at her phone and tapped the screen, this time seeing the message her 'friend' sent her for herself. "She can be such a-Unf...?" Vicky cut herself off with a small noise of surprise as she felt a weight gently collide with her chest, just below the bottom of her bikini top. Looking down, she soon found herself staring down at a head of brown hair, which was now lightly tickling her skin. "Er... Everything alright, Twerp?" The seventeen year old queried, her own cheeks now dusted a barely noticeable shade of pink.

"Yeah, I'm just tired, that's all..." Timmy replied listlessly, his voice low and ever so slightly muffled due to his face being oriented down toward the older girl's belly.

"And yet still clingy as ever..." The red-head pocketed her phone, then brought her hand back up and slid it into the boy's brunet locks of hair, gently running her fingers through it and against his scalp. She smirked as she felt the weight against her chest increase, quickly coming to the conclusion that Timmy enjoyed the little affectionate gesture, and decided to show as much by leaning into her. "Alright, that settles it. You need a nap, Twerp."

"Ngh..." He backed away with a small noise of defiance, his head tilting up to meet Vicky's gaze. "But... What happened to teaching me about relationships and... Other stuff? I already told you I'm not that tired, so..."

"Timmy, relax. I already said I'd teach you. If you have any questions about this stuff, you're free to ask 'em..." The girl took a step forward, placing a hand on each of her charge's shoulders as she smiled down at him. "But nothing I tell you is gonna stick if you're too tired to focus and remember it!"

"But... Hah..." The eleven year old sighed in defeat, knowing his babysitter made a good point, especially considering he couldn't even think up a counter argument. "You... You're probably right..."

"I am right. I might only be seventeen, but I do know some stuff, Timmy... Like when my favorite Twerp can barely stand on his own feet." Vicky released him and stood up straight, then turned and made for the front door of his house, her key unlocking it with a low, metallic 'kerchunk'. "Coming?" She looked over her shoulder at the boy, who hesitated for a few seconds as his brain seemingly registered her question, before finally nodding and making his way over to her. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised, kid's had an eventful day..." The red-head thought as she let herself and Timmy into the house, then shut the door behind them.

Yet another yawn escaped the boy as he sleepily rubbed at his right eye and shuffled over to the stairs. "Ah... Alright, guess I'll go up to my room and take a nap..." Timmy grabbed the railing next to the stairs to steady himself. "But you'd better not leave without waking me-" He froze and fell silent as a hand firmly but gently settled itself on his shoulder from behind, and looked over his shoulder, first at the slender fingers and pale skin of his babysitter's hand, then at the girl's face itself as she shot him a sly grin. "...Up?"

"And just where do you think you're going?" The seventeen year old applied a bit of pressure to her charge's shoulder, bidding that he turn away from the stairs and face her.

"Er... Up to my room? Didn't you just tell me I should go and get some rest?" Timmy, now noticing that his eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, tilted his head quizzically at his babysitter, wondering why she was now preventing him from getting the sleep she so insisted that he needed in the first place.

"I did, and you should... But I don't recall saying a thing about you going up to your room." Vicky remarked in an amused tone, her eyes half-lidded as she continued to grin at the brunet.

"O... Kay...? So then where should I lie down to get some rest?" Timmy questioned somewhat impatiently, his fatigue leaving him unwilling to play guessing games with the girl.

"Heehee... I'm glad you asked, Twerp!" Vicky's right hand rapidly slid down Timmy's arm and snatched up his left, her fingers interlacing themselves with his as she led the way and guided him over to the couch.

"Ah-Hey, wha- What are you-Ah!" Yet again, the brunet cut himself off, this time with a yell as the red-head gave him a final, rough tug that sent him sprawling past her and crashing into the couch, his small, eleven year old frame colliding against the back cushions with a quiet thumping noise. "Oof! Argh... Y-You could've asked..." Timmy whined up at his babysitter, more for effect and out of exhaustion than pain.

"Yeah, but asking for things really isn't my style..." Vicky sank down onto the couch and laid herself down in front of the boy, effectively boxing him in between her body and the back cushions. Once comfortable with her position, she reoriented one of the couch's throw pillows so they could both use it, with her head being a few inches higher on the pillow due to her previously mentioned height advantage on the blue-eyed boy. "Comfy?"

The brunet felt a bit of warmth bloom on his cheeks and across his nose as his eyes locked on his babysitter's chest, her breasts just a couple of inches short of being at eye level. "Y-Yeah... Except... Um..." He shifted about, realizing the old t-shirt he wore felt a bit gritty. "I think I g-got sand in my shirt at the beach, it f-feels kind of... Scratchy."

"Then we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" Reaching down between her body and Timmy's, Vicky soon found her target-the hem of his t-shirt-and worked both of her hands to his hips, causing him to flinch ticklishly as her fingers grazed his bare skin. "Lift up real quick?"

Timmy obliged and lifted the right side of his body up, allowing his babysitter to slide her hands up his sides, the hem of his t-shirt going with them as the fabric rolled up to his underarms, at which point he instinctively stretched his arms up over his head to allow her to slip his shirt off him completely.

"There." Vicky balled the shirt up and tossed it over the arm of the couch, where it landed on the floor, out of sight. "Better?" Her arms returned to his sides, this time snaking around the small of his back as she pulled him closer, her stomach and navel gently pressing against his abdomen as her right leg tangled itself up with both of his.

"Y-Yeah, better." Timmy stammered out nervously, goosebumps flaring up across his sensitive flesh from their new, somewhat intimate position, their closeness forcing him to look up at the seventeen year old to meet her gaze.

"Good, 'cause I think I could really get used to cuddling with my cute little Twerp!" Vicky smiled, her cheeks bearing a noticeable dusting of pink that made them feel warm. But then, she didn't really mind if Timmy saw her blush, as hers didn't even compare to the bright red color staining his own cheeks as he returned her smile with a small, shy one himself.

A/N: Alright, that's a wrap for this fic, don't want it to drag on and lose the magic I feel for it. Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, and liked the fic, and I hope you'll stay tuned for more, as I'm not quite done with this particular fic's universe just yet. :3