Bike Shed Rendezvous

The five girls stand in the doorway - surprise etched on all their faces. They recognise Becky and smile.

'Hi Becks,' The tallest girl shouts, 'you here to get some netball practice before Saturdays big match too?'

Becky shakes her head.

Your heart pounds and you begin to sweat as they all look at you with interest.

Do they recognise you as the sissy squirt from class or do they mistake you for Becky's new fashionable girlfriend?

You're in luck; they don't recognise you or think anything wrong.

'This is Lucy,' Becky says introducing you proudly. 'She's new. I'm giving her a quick tour.'

'Hi,' they all say in unity still eyeing you with admiration.

'My you're pretty - love your hat, it really suits you. And you're skirt, It's so flattering.'

The tall girl eyes you suspiciously noting your gym slip and sporty ballerina styled shoes. 'Any good?' she asks

'What?' you say

'Netball, silly.'

'Err... So, so,' you say bluffing your way out of the situation. But things get worse.

Becky laughs 'Lucy's just being modest. She was in her college team. She played 'wing attack' and was quite a champion. She's a legend and created countless goal scoring opportunities for the shooters. She took her team to victory on many occasions.'

You look at her blankly. And imagine wearing a netball skirt and top running and leaping for the ball, your large tits bouncing up and down threatening to knock you off balance, your skirts flying this way and that, flashing thigh and pantie to any lecherous onlooker.

'Wow!' they gasp obviously impressed. 'Wing Attack is the key playmaker of the netball court. My names, Kim, I'm team captain and I play 'wing defence' and we're always looking for new talent.' She laughs, 'With those legs you could also bring some glamour to the court. You just must play for us. Say you will.'

What do you say? Do you agree to play the girly game or do you make some weak excuse?

'Err, cool, yes,' you say, 'I'd like that.'

The girls then chat enthusiastically to themselves and to your amazement start undressing. You can't help but stare as they innocently step out of their tunics and blouses. You try to casually clock their lingerie but feel yourself blush like a traffic light as Becky leads you outside by the hand.