"She was still smiling, "Well ... A, please call me Becky. B, we don't do try-outs. This is a full invitation. C, could you just trust me on that for ...he moment? And D, one of my jobs is to tell you all about us." She adopted a thick German accent, "Vee must have fully informed consent."I turned my eyes away from hers and leaned back, hugging myself. After a moment I brought my eyes back, "I still have a real problem with C."She looked pensive, "Hmmm, you're unwilling to trust me huh?" She. ” He almost spat out the water he was drinking. “She is. I bet Ashley is pretty good too. I mean I know she is, from what I’ve seen of her play. Playing,” Alan fumbled over his words, thinking of something other than soccer.“Do you think their relationship will last when they go to college? I mean as more than just a friendship?” He looked at her, not sure of what to say. “Honestly, I always thought it was a phase, you know, sexual experimentation and all that. It's such a different. I blinked at that, and she smiled at me, her cheeks pink, and said, ‘I want you to make me go to the beach naked in this and lead me around and make me do tricks.’ I was still digesting that when she chose a harness that would emphasize her tits and still leave them bare. Then, to my shock and cock-hardening joy, she picked out some wrist and ankle cuffs, a beginner’s bondage kit, and a ball gag. ‘I want to be helpless,’ she said with another enchanting blush. Finally, we went back to the. EightA couple of weeks later, I had dinner with Bobbi at her place and I couldn?t help myself as I sighed happily as I watched her across the table. I swore she was still getting prettier every day, and she swore up and down that she wasn?t taking anything, either. Hormones at eighteen maybe, but she was just, or so she said, naturally beautiful now. Not possible, I thought, considering the rather goofy looking boy she had been a month before. Then again, she may have been goofy trying to.