Part 5

As with most days Christina Lane Cokely found her sister Dana on the bleachers watching football practice, or, more accurately, watching Bart Haskell's statuesque form gracefully executing plays. It was two fifteen and senior classes were done for the day.

“Going to flash Bart Haskell again?” Tina asked.

“Should I?”

Tina laughed, and followed her sister’s gaze to Barbara LeClerk. The busty blonde cheerleader was prancing around the edge of the field like she owned it. She’d been Dana’s chief rival for Bart’s affections and Barbara was on the ropes as of yesterday, when Dana took Tina’s dare and showed Bart her perfect rear end. Not only that, but Bart had the panties Dana had given him hanging from his waistband as he practiced.

Lorrie Phillips arrived in her scandalous uniform. It had only raised faculty brows earlier as Tina and her friend arrived at school.

“Hi, guys!”

“So, Lorrie… anyone say anything?” Tina asked.

“Nope!” Lorrie smiled. “Not one word. But half the girls in school will come like this tomorrow, so we’ll see.” She grinned. “Hi, Barbie!” Lorrie waved, wagging her hips. “Are those your panties Bart has?”

Barbara made a face, but otherwise ignored Lorrie.

“You never told me,” Lorrie said. “Did your mom decide to get spitroasted?”

“Yes,” Tina said demurely.

“That’s great!”

“I guess so,” Tina said, unsure how she felt about it.

“I thought you hated your mom.”

“I do not!” Tina protested. “Where did you get that idea?”

“Let me think?” said Lorrie. “Uttering the phrase: ‘I hate my mom’ over and over again points to the possibility.”

“I love my mom!”

“Well,” Lorrie said. “You’re always saying how much you hate her.”

Tina looked at Dana for rescue, but her blonde sister only nodded.

“I didn’t mean it!” Tina protested.

“If my mom were getting spitted, I’d do anything to make her happy,” Lorrie asserted.

“Is Martha doing it?” asked Lindsey who was just arriving.

“Yeah,” said Dana.

“Wow,” said Lindsey. “That’s amazing!”

“What would you do for Mom if she decided to get spitted, Linds?” asked Lorrie.

“Anything!”

“Anything?”

Anything.

Would you volunteer if she asked?” Lorrie asked.

“Uhm…” Lindsey was thoughtful. “Probably… yeah. What about you, Tina?”

Tina thought about it. “I don’t know.”

“Oh my god…” Dana exclaimed. “Bart’s coming!”

“She’s got it so bad!” Lorrie said.

“He IS hot!” Lindsey said.

“Hi Guys! Hey Dana!” Said Bart as he strode up the bleachers.

“Hiiii Baaart!” chorused all but Dana in a cutesy sing song tone.

He was, indeed, very good looking, Tina admitted to herself. His teal jersey had a big white 21 emblazoned on it.

“So,” Tina asked. “You guys gonna win tomorrow?”

“I hope so,” said Bart. “Obama’s a pretty tough team, but I think we’re ready. We have an ace in the hole.”

“Oh?” asked Tina. “What’s that?”

“Uh…” said Bart. He smirked. “I can’t say.”

“Awe, c’mon, Bart!” said Lorrie. “I’d give you my panties to go with Dana’s, but as you can see,” she lifted her too short skirt. “I’m not wearing any.”

“Lorrie,” Bart snorted with a grin. “You really know how to be a class-A tease!”

“My mom taught me well!”

“Okay…” he relented. “It’s like this. You guys know we map out all our plays, right? We have a playbook. Here’s mine. The Obama Osprey coach showed up for the Monday makeup game, and he was nosing around the locker room. Coach Allen warned us to make sure none of us left our playbooks out, ‘cause the Obama coach likes to steal them. That’s his reputation, anyway. So Curt Vincenti and I got a blank playbook and reversed all the plays. Then we put it where someone might find it… like a nosey coach from Obama. By the end of the game, it was gone! We’d seen him watching the game with a smirk on his face… sitting right over there…” Bart pointed.

“Wow, Bart!” said Dana adoringly. “That’s brilliant!”

“Yeah?” Bart said. He turned and looked back toward the cheerleaders. Barbie was glaring back, a scowl on her face and daggers in her eyes. “Do I get a reward?” he asked as he turned back to Dana.

Dana blushed beat red. “You already have my panties. What else would you like?”

“How ‘bout a kiss for good luck?”

Dana stood with a stupid smile on her face and carefully put her arms around Bard’s neck. Now that he had permission, he gathered her up into his muscular arms and laid a kiss on Dana that sucked the wind out of everyone watching…

“Wooooo!” Chorused Tina and the two Philips sisters.

Bart grinned like a triumphant bull.

“Bart,” Tina said. “You coming Saturday?”

“What’s Saturday?”

Dana whispered into his ear.

“Oh! Yeah! I heard about that.” Bart said. Then Dana whispered to him again. “I’m all over it, girl. I’ll be there!” Again, Dana whispered into his ear. “Oh, shoot, twist my arm, why don’t you?”

Then he laid another kiss upon her, Dana was more aggressive in her acceptance this time, Tina thought. Good girl!

“Haskell!” bellowed Coach Allen. “Get your stupid ass back on the field!”

“Gotta go! See ya tomorrow!”

As he passed Barbie she took off her sneaker and threw it at him. Then she looked back at Dana with un-masked loathing.

“Let’s go, Dana,” Tina said. But Dana just stood there with a dreaming look on her face. “Dana!”

“What?!”

“You’ve won, let’s go!”

“She’s right,” Lorrie said. “Let’s get out of here and let Barbie simmer a bit…”

“Did you see the look on her face?” Lindsey asked as they met Lana and the three youngest Cokely girls.

“What happened?” asked Melanie.

Lindsey and Lorrie animatedly relayed the whole scene to the three newcomers on the way home.

“What would be cool,” Lana observed. “Is if Barbie got herself spitroasted. I hate that bitch.”

“No,” said Melanie. “Spitroasting’s too good for her. I’d love for her to be at the gig on Saturday, and get her culling notice right in front of Dana and Bart man… especially with Dana in her fancy Lingerie.”

“You have fancy lingerie?” asked Lana.

“No…”

“Our gramma’s taking us to Amanda’s Boudoir today,” said Sandy as they arrived home. She waved to her mother who was sweeping the front porch.

“All of us,” said Tina. Tina did a double take at who she thought had been her mother. It wasn’t. It was Gramma in that ugly pink polyester snap front housedress… Mom didn’t own a pearl necklace, and Tina wondered if Gramma ever took the thing off.

“I wanna gooo!” said Lana.

“Hello, Darlings!” said Gramma. “I ordered a limousine to take us all to the mall.”

“Really?” asked Sandy excitedly.

“You guys are so lucky,” said Lana.

“Why’s that, dear?” asked Gramma.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Amanda’s…”

“Why don’t you, dear?”

“It’s expensive…”

“You misunderstand,” said Gramma. “Why do you not come with us?”

“Really?” came an excited chorus from the Philips girls.

“Well, we can hardly have my grandaughters’ friends looking shabby on Saturday, can we? Let’s all go! But make sure your mother is alright with it first. She’s inside.”

The three Philips sisters rushed inside while Dana and Sandy hugged Gramma. Tina did likewise and kissed Gramma’s cheek.

“Thank you, Gramma.”

“Oh, there’s nothing I’d rather do,” said Gramma with a genuine smile.

Tina went inside to find Jeanine Philips surrounded by her daughters, getting barraged with pleas.

“Alright!” said Jeanine. “But… I have something I need to talk to you about… but I guess it can wait.”

The two strawberry blondes and the brunette squealed with joy and kissed and hugged Jeanine as if she’d just given them some ultimate gift.

Gramma came out of the kitchen back in her navy blue designer dress. Behind her, Mom was back in the pink polyester snap front housedress, which struck Tina as particularly odd…

“I thought I’d treat the girls to dinner as well,” said Gramma. “We might as well make an afternoon of it. It should give you two… some time to visit more…”

“Okay…” said Jeanine looking sideways at Gramma. Mom was turning beat red, and Jeanine was likewise blushing. Tina noticed, but the rest were focused on the stretch limousine that had just pulled up.

“Ah,” said Gramma. “Our chariot is here. Have a good time, you two. Come along, girls.”

All of Tina’s friends and sisters ran out of the house sounding like a gaggle of squealing… Tina had no idea what squealed like that other than girls acting like they were twelve… Tina went to follow, but then remembered what Dana and Lorrie had said earlier.

“I’ll be out in a second, Gramma,” said Tina.

“Very well,” said Gramma. “Do hurry.”

As Gramma disappeared, Tina went to Mom and put her arms around Mom’s neck.

“I just want you to know… that I love you. I know I’ve been a bitch to you,” Tina looked down for a second. When she looked back up, Mom was tearing up visibly. “I’ll do anything,” said Tina, and then, on an impulse, brushed Mom’s lips with her own. “I’ll do anything to make you happy.” Tina looked over to see Jeanine’s eyes wide. Strangely, Tina was not embarrassed. “Anything you want, Mom.”

The limousine’s horn sounded.

“I gotta go,” said Tina. She kissed Mom’s cheek, and slipped out. As the limo pulled away, Tina was thinking about the softness of Mom’s lips…