Amy is infatuated with Kim.

"I'm in love with you!" Amy blurted out, before leaning in to kiss Kim.

Kim was so taken aback, she didn't even think to stop the girl. Their lips met as the teen lustfully pressed herself against her would-be mother. Amy's heart was racing, knowing how wrong this was, but she couldn't stop herself.

Kim's shock faded, and in spite of all rational logic, let the girl linger against her. She'd never thought of Amy as anything more than a daughter figure, but her youthful eagerness was intoxicating.

In the midst of the long kiss, Kim wondered what magic could have brought this about? Was it possible all of Amy's angst and vile name-calling was just a confused teen unable to deal with her own sexuality?

Kim gently held Amy's shoulder's and pulled the girl off her. Amy was flushed, nearly panting in heat. She looked like a woman reeling from a hit of a narcotic. As Amy fidgeted in lust, closing her eyes and pulling at her plaid skirt, Kim had to admit she was getting turned on herself.

"Amy, wait." Kim struggled to keep her composure. "This isn't you. This is all my fault..."

"No!" Amy interjected. "No, this is all my fault. I-I've wanted to you badly since the moment daddy brought you home! I couldn't stand he kept you all to himself!"

Kim took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. Amy squirmed, impatiently waiting for the next words out of Kim's mouth.