Was it that obvious? Could everyone read the sexual excitement rising in her body? Her fingers were like ice, trembling against her notebook while her heart beat like a trip hammer. Her chest tightened and her mouth became as dry as cotton. Again and again the frantic teen tried to ignore the hot mush feeling between her legs. But her cunt was dripping with hot cunt juices. The more Annie talked, the more the girl told about what she and her boyfriend did during those awful Wednesday evenings, the more excited Betty felt herself become. All those years of strict moral training from her mom were coming apart right in front of her eyes.

"But there's plenty of rope in the basement. And Hank and me… well, weave come up with a lotta things on the side. You know, made 'em up. He's gotta be careful and hide 'em from his dad," Annie said, giggling again into her fingers.

Betty felt her cheeks burning with shame. Annie's voice was growing louder. She was sure some kids passing by overheard one or two words. Betty saw their faces as they looked back.

"Annie, not so loud," she cautioned, wishing she had the strength to get up and leave. But the conversation was too fantastic, too exciting for her to move away.

"Sorry. Anyway, we take off all our clothing and fool around. You know, like… normal, whatever that means," Annie said. "Then he gets out the rope and ties me up… real tight. Gosh, sometimes I can't even feel my fingers!"

"And you let him do it?"

It was unbelievable! Betty felt as if she were talking to someone from outer space. Her good friend Annie? Annie, the daring one, could dare this much? She could let some guy tie her up and… and then what?

"Sure, I trust him. That's the big part, I guess, is trusting the guy. Anyway, then he works me over."

"What? Works you over? What do you mean?" Betty asked breathlessly. Her heart was beating so hard! she thought it was going to tear right, through her ribcage. For a moment the girl forgot about those awful guys across the aisle staring at her and Annie. All she could think of was what her friend was saying, what she was explaining to her.