Alison Livingston is a petite blonde who is probably Harvard bound. She smart and athletic, and really attractive, although you've never told her that you felt that way. Her parents are absolutely loaded and due to this she's been utterly sheltered. You'd be surprised if the girl knew where babies came from.
Today she arrived early as you were setting up the courts and cleaning them. She went off to your private practice court alone. From your office you can see her stretching. She is facing away from you in a standing straddle while touching her toes. This lifts her white pleated revealing her plain white panties. If this had been one of your older clients, you would have assumed that this was a flirtatious action, but in Alison's case, she is to naive.
You grab your racket and go down to meet her and she is waiting at the door. "Hey, Liam," She says in a shy way, "I graduated yesterday."
"Congratulations, Alison." You reply nicely.
"You think we could do something special?" She has a glint of intrigue in her eye.
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