As with most days the notion of sharing cloths, even underwear was no big deal to Dana. It did, however, seem to bother Debbie, but she seemed to have accepted the idea. She thought nothing at all of asking Tina to loan Debbie her new things. But Dana was beginning to think Debbie had become something of a snob in the last few months. She made a face when Dana suggested it.

“But I just got them!” complained Tina.

“You already said you don’t want to go to the game and Debbie hasn’t got anything nice to go in,” said Dana. “C’Mon, Please? I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

Tina, Dana knew, was not at all fond of Debbie, or had not been last summer. That probably had something to do with Tina’s resistance. Dana suspected the feeling was mutual.

“Please, Tina?” Dana repeated.

“C’mon, Tina,” said Lana. “You don’t need them tonight anyway.”

Tina reluctantly reached behind her back and u8nclasped her bra, then slipped out of her panties, handing them to Dana.

Debbie emerged from the bathroom wrapped modestly in a towel.

“Tina,” said Debbie with a bit of a twang. “You look yummy!”

“Right,” Tina made a face.

“She’s right, dear,” said Gramma, who herself had emerged from the master bedroom in Mom’s shimmering white lace and her own pearls draped over her cleavage. “You look as beautiful as your mother when she’s naked.”

Tina, who adored Gramma, blushed in a very out of character way. Her arms demurely trying to clothe herself.

“I have to find something to put on…”

“Don’t,” said Gramma in her even manner. “Let everyone see you. You’re too beautiful and tonight is our last night…”

“Debbie’s right,” said Lana. “You do look yummy.”

Tina turned then, and slowly, seeming reluctant, made her way down the stairs followed by Lana.

Momentarily, Debbie re-emerged in Tina’s blue and white underthings.

“So,” said Debbie. “Gramma are we ready?”

“Should we bring something to put on later?” Gramma asked of Dana. “Won’t it get cold?”

“No, Gramma,” said Dana. “It’ll be warm till at least ten.”

“I’ll meet you downstairs, then,” said Gramma.

Dana found Debbie a pair of flats to wear, and the two went downstairs. Tina was still standing frozen in the kitchen wearing nothing but skin in front of Jeanine and Mom.

“Are you off?” Mom asked.

“Yes, Mom,” said Dana.

“Don’t get into trouble!” said Mom. “And have fun!”

“Thanks Mom!” said Dana. “Bye guys!”

In the living room, Gramma gave Grampa a kiss and he cupped her breast as Debbie took Aunt Beverly aside. It was far more affection Dana had ever seen Gramma and Grampa exchange before.

“Have fun, sweetheart,” he said while Debbie pecked her mother on the cheek.

Finally, out the door, Dana admitted to herself she’d been anxious all day to be on her way to the game. Outside, the procession toward Poppyfield Highschool had become a sea of nearly naked women and girls with a sprinkle of men wearing Sidewinder Jerseys and T-Shirts. The sun was low in the sky with a few high clouds offering their shade, but the radiation from the asphalt was stifling. Dana was thankful she was nearly naked herself.

“This would never fly at home,” said Debbie. “It’s a pity, actually.”

“I still feel naked,” said Gramma.

“But you love being naked,” said Debbie.

“I do,” Gramma admitted, her pearl necklace bobbing on her breasts.

“Really, Gramma?” Dana asked, a little surprised to hear Gramma say that.

Gramma blushed, Dana saw, and Dana thought her cute in a girlish way.

“I’d do it more often if I wasn’t so old and wrinkled,” said Gramma.

“I think you’re beautiful,” said Dana, and she meant it.

“Well,” said Gramma. “Modesty won’t do me tomorrow, will it?”

“You’ll look great!” said Dana, reassuringly.

“I’m surprised so many are coming,” said Debbie. “It seems like the whole town is showing up.

Dana laughed. “We have our own public announcement system.”

“You do?”

Dana nodded. “Her name is Helen Blakely. And her daughters, of course. Anything they know, everyone knows.”

Does everyone know about you and this football jock?” asked Debbie.

“Probably,” said Dana.

“Is he hot?”

“Oh, yes!” grinned Dana.

“You going to fuck him tonight?”

Dana’s head snapped toward Debbie.

“No,” she said. “I don’t think so.”

“Didn’t you say there’s a cheerleader who wants him?”

“Yes, Barbie. She’s head cheerleader.”

“So what if this Barbie fucks him first?”

Dana shook her head. “He won’t let that happen.”

“Oh?” Debbie said. “How can you be sure? I don’t know how girls are here, but back home, they’re pretty ruthless. Especially about boys, not to mention, super popular jocks.”

The sea of bodies flowed by the Poppyfield High Campus to the football field. It was flanked on each side by bleachers, one reserved for visiting fans. Those stands were just beginning to fill up with the predominantly dark skinned fans of the Obama Ospreys out of Phoenix. They were getting an eyeful of barely clad local girls. To be fair, Dana noticed, only about a quarter of the girls and women were in lingerie, and those seemed to come from her own neighborhood. But even the Osprey Cheerleaders, who consistently outperformed all others in the Regionals and were no strangers to wearing sexy clothing, stood agape with incredulity.

“You’d think they’d never seen a woman wearing one of those see through dresses so common around here,” said Debbie.

“Poppyfield is known to be conservative,” said Debbie. “I think the whole region north of Phoenix is…”

Then Dana saw Barbie. The two locked eyes in mutual disdain, Barbie in her miniskirt and halter top dueling Dana in her unmentionables. Barbie sneered and leaned over to her brunette cohort, talking and pointing.

“Don’t tell me,” said Debbie. “That’s Barbie.”

Dana nodded.

“She’d be pretty if she wasn’t snarling like a rabid rat,” said Debbie.

Dana couldn’t help it; she laughed so hard her sides hurt. “Oh, that’s mean!”

“True,” said Debbie.

Finally, Dana spotted Bart. He stood wearing his full gear, save his helmet, drinking Gatorade on the sidelines.

“That’s Bart Haskell,” said Dana.

“My!” said Gramma. “He is very appealing.”

“Introduce us!” said Debbie.

“I…” said Dana nervously.

“Oh, come on! You can’t be embarrassed by us…” Debbie grabbed Dana’s wrist and Gramma’s hand and towed the two of them toward the good looking specimen of a man preening on the sidelines.

“Bart Haskell?” said Dana.

“Yes,” he looked over. “Hi Dana!”

“I’m Dana’s cousin, Debbie!”

“Well,” he smiled. “Hello cousin Debbie!” Then he turned to Gramma. “Wow, Mrs. Cokely! You look… fantastic!”

“That’s my Grandmother, Bart!” protested Dana.

“No way! Your Grandma is hot!”

Gramma was dumbstruck, smiling and blushing head to toe.

“If you come to the barb-b-cue tomorrow you get to see her naked,” said Debbie, hugging Gramma from one side and kissing her cheek.

“Oh,” said Bart. “I’ll be there!”

“So tell me, Bart,” said Debbie. “Do you have a lot of kissing experience?”

“Uh… is this a trick question?” Bart looked to Dana, who smiled sheepishly, hoping desperately Debbie was not about to humiliate her.

“Okay,” said Debbie. “So you have limited experience… how would you rate Dana as a kisser?”

Bart looked incredulously at Debbie, to Dana, and back to Debbie…

“Hot?” asked Debbie. “Very hot? Jalapeño hot?”

“Oh,” Bart smiled. “At least Very Hot!”

“Good answer! Okay, I like him, Dana. You have my approval. If you win, Bart, you can have Dana’s cherry. If not, you’ll have to settle for that snarling hag over there…” she pointed toward Barbie, who was, indeed snarling.

Dana, however, wanted to hide… she flashed back on the image of Tina standing naked in the kitchen, and looking so scared. Dana felt exactly that naked at this very moment. She felt a whole lot of guilt for not comforting Tina when she had the chance, and knowing this, she knew she deserved no refuge now…

“Uh…” Bart said looking at Dana, who felt herself get smaller under his gaze.

“Have a great game, Bart Haskell!” said Debbie. Again, Debbie towed Dana, this time up, into the stands. Dana held Bart’s gaze with her own, humiliated but unable to break her gaze away from him as she stumbled up to the top row where Debbie picked out seats. Dana sat with Gramma and Debbie sitting protectively on either side.

“You’ll have to explain the game to me, Dana,” said Gramma.

“Okay,” said Dana, absently. Numbly, she did exactly that as Ospreys won the coin toss and through the kickoff return.

“Okay,” said Dana. “The clock starts when the center snaps the ball to the quarter back. The quarterback can run the ball, or he can hand it off to his running back, who will run the ball, or he can through the ball to a wide receiver if he does not step forward past the line of scrimmage…”

The Osprey drive started from their own fifteen yard line. They picked up a first down with a twenty five yard pass to the forty, but the next three plays were stopped at 3^rd and 2 on the 48.

The first sidewinder drive was a thing of beauty. The Osprey defensive line, which consisted of the largest players on the field today, ran around like rank amateurs. As Bart passed for twenty, ten, twelve and sixteen in the first four plays. Having started with a touchback, they made it to the Osprey 22 before their drive stalled and they were forced to attempt a field goal. Fortunately, Sidewinders kicker was pretty good, and they scored first.

Obama’s second drive ate up the quarter. It was a series of third down conversions that ended in a touchdown. Obama’s fans went wild and the Obama cheerleading squad celebrated with their signature vaulting pyramid.

By the beginning of the second quarter Dana was over her humiliation and Gramma was up to speed on football.

“Hi, Dana!” said Miss Snodgrass, Dana’s skinny math teacher. Her waifish form was clad in a postage stamp thong and bra that was merely a bit of lace sewn to straps. The latter suspended Miss Snodgrass’ ping pong ball sized breasts like they were indeed a burden.

“Oh,” said Dana. “Hi, Miss Snodgrass. This is my cousin Debbie and my Grandmother, Elizabeth Finney.”

“Hello, Mrs. Finney,” said the skinny teacher. “My, you certainly don’t look old enough to be a grandmother.”

“Thank you dear,” said Gramma. “That’s very kind. Will you be at the picnic tomorrow? I asked the girls to make sure their teachers were invited, but you never know if children will follow through.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” said Miss Snodgrass. “Is it true you and Mrs. Cokely are being done together?”

“It is, Dear,” said Gramma.

“Wow, that’s amazing,” said Miss Snodgrass, who looked a little flushed at the thought of that. “Well,” she said as there seemed to be nothing more to say… “Thank you for the invitation. It was very nice to meet you!”

“What a nice woman,” said Gramma after Miss Snodgrass had gone. Dana smiled. She was nice enough, Dana agreed.

The second quarter exploded suddenly with a seventy five yard run by the Sidewinders. The stands around them roared in celebration, and again when the kickoff put the Ospreys back on their own five yard line.

When they came back down, Gramma had her arm over Dana’s back, fingers on Dana’s neck… Dana accepted this without thinking, remembering how Gramma liked to touch her there.

“Wow,” said Dana. “I don’t think Obama can score again this half,” she told Gramma. “That’s lousy field position.”

“The Sidewinders seem to be doing very well,” said Gramma.

“The Obama coach stole a fake playbook,” said Dana.

“Really?” asked Debbie.

“Yeah,” Dana said. “Bart was telling me about it. Apparently, they reversed all their plays in the fake book to throw the Ospreys off.”

Dana’s instincts proved correct. At halftime, the score stood at 10-7 Sidewinders.

“I’ll be back,” said Dana.

“Where are you going, Dear?” asked Gramma.

“Uh… to get us some drinks,” Dana lied. “Lemon Aid or Iced Tea?”

“Do they have Iced Coffee?” asked Debbie.

“I’ll see.”

But once free of her cousin and Gramma, Dana made a b-line to the locker room.

“Hey!” she called to Bart as he was about to pass.

“Hey,” he said.

“You’re doing great!”

“What’s up with your cousin?”

Dana looked away. This was not good. “I… I don’t know. I’m really sorry, Bart…”

“Well,” he looked away as well. “Anyway… are you really a virgin?”

“Does it matter?”

Bart pursed his lips. “Naw… I gotta go… I’ll see ya ‘round…”

“Okay!” said Dana. “I’ll see you later!”

The discourse sat very wrong with Dana. Why was it so cold? Was it because she was a virgin? Dana was so engrossed in her own distress she almost forgot to buy the drinks. As it turned out, there was iced coffee. She spent what little money she had on the three drinks, two iced teas and Debbie’s iced coffee, and made her way back. She found Gramma by herself.

“Where’s Debbie?” asked Dana.

“She had to powder her nose,” said Gramma, accepting her iced tea.

Debbie returned just as Ospreys kicked off to the Sidewinders.

“Oh, Good!” said Debbie as Dana handed her her drink. “Coffee!”

“What are those three standing back behind the line?” asked Gramma.

“Wide receivers,” said Dana. “They run forward and catch the ball, or fake it, depending on how the play is run…”

Bart did fake, with a hand off to his running back. The running back jinked back and forth then passed the ball back to Bart, who threw it to his now very clear wide receiver. Ospreys finally stopped the man on their own five yard line. Two plays later, the score was 17-7.

Again, Sidewinders fans went wild. And back in their seats, Gramma’s hand was now on Dana’s ribs.

Obama began their next drive on their 25 yard line and brought the ball down the field for the next five minutes of game time. Dana, however, was watching the opposing team’s sidelines. The Obama coach was in a huddle with the defensive line during the whole drive. At the end of that drive, they put a running back into the zone to make it 17-14.

“I wonder what’s going on over there…” Dana said, and Debbie shrugged and shook her head.

“This is a good game,” said Gramma, applauding the other team’s efforts. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying it, which made Dana very happy. Dana looked across the field as Gramma’s hand, once again, lay on her ribs just under her bra band.

Sidewinders started their next drive on their twenty three yard line. They set up and I formation with a single wide receiver on Bart’s left wing. He handed off to the running back, who flicked it back only a few yards away. But midway between the running back and Bart, an Osprey slid through the Sidewinder formation as a hot knife through butter, and caught the ball at his midsection. It so stunned the Sidewinders they could not stop the big defenseman before he ran for the Ospreys’ third TD.

The remainder of the third quarter was painful to watch. The Ospreys took apart every Sidewinder play easily for three and out. But the Sidewinder Defense managed to keep the Ospreys to a field goal by the end of the third quarter for 24-17.

“Go Sidewinders!” Gramma was clapping.

“Boy,” said Debbie. “Obama really has their number now, don’t they?”

“It sure looks that way,” said Dana as Gramma’s fingers were making their way over the underside of Dana’s breast. Dana shivered as those same fingers deftly teased Dana’s nipple making it hard and tingly…

Dana drew a little gasp as Gramma pinched her nipple and sent a jolt through her young body. She stole a glance at Debbie who she found to be watching Gramma’s hand with sideways glances.

What could she do? Dana thought. The fear of what would happen if she shook off Gramma’s attentions trumped the embarrassment of Debbie’s knowledge. Finally, Gramma’s hand cupped Dana’s breast fully, her thumb petting it.

On the field, Sidewinders were third down and two on the Osprey thirty. With two wide receivers in an I formation, Bart called the snap and backed up looking for a clear receiver. Almost instantly, four huge Ospreys rushed through the Sidewinder’s offensive line as Bart tried to get away. It was too late. The first sack of the day put Sidewinders back on the thirty five yard line and left Bart lying on the Ground.

Both stands of spectators were on their feet as Dana struggled to see above taller people in front of her. The coaches and medics from both teams rushed out when Bart did not get up.

Dana’s heart was in her throat beating wildly. She felt the intense desire to rush out to him and saw Barbie being held back from doing exactly that. For several tense moments, they all watched till Bart stood on his own. Stands, Osprey and Sidewinders fans alike applauded.

“Had the wind knocked out of him,” yelled the coach to the stands. It brought a nervous chuckle from the crowd.

Out of the huddle, the field kicker took position. Bart would hold. But as the ball was snapped back, Bart stood as he caught it and through it to a running back who jinked to avoid a tackle, then ran the ball in to tie up the game.

Again, sidewinders fans went wild! It was certainly a brilliantly executed fake in revenge for the sack.

“Go Sidewinders!” Gramma called out again as she hugged Dana during the post TD celebration.

But the game was not over, and Bart limped off the field not as fit as he’d protested after the sack. His game was over.

Dana stood as he was making his way toward the locker rooms.

“Where are you going?” asked Debbie.

“I need to see him!” Dana said, determined. “I’ll be back!”

“Dana,” Gramma said. “Don’t forget about us!”

Dana stopped. She turned and went to kiss Gramma’s lips. They were, she thought, very soft. She’d no idea at the time why she rewarded Gramma for fondling her breast in such a way, but when she broke away, she saw Gramma looking like a child who’d just been praised unexpectedly.

“I won’t,” said Dana, shocked at herself.

“Dana,” said Debbie. The look of concern on Debbie’s face gave Dana pause. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” said Debbie, her face breaking into a mischievous grin.

Dana grinned back and made her way down the stands.

At the bottom, she looked over at the cheerleading squad. She could not see Barbie at ground level, but the brunette Barbie always ran with was… Paula? Dana couldn’t remember her name. But the Brunette was watching Dana with furled brows.

Dana looked away, feeling spied upon as she continued moving toward the locker rooms nearly a hundred yards away from the field. It sat on the edge of the Gymnasium behind several bushes quite secluded from the crowds at the football field. Dana found nobody outside it, so she opened the door and called in.

“Bart?”

No answer. Dana pushed the door open and looked in finding the boy’s locker room completely deserted, save for gear, and sox or whatever else laying around.

Dana was confused, of course, and went into the Girls’ Locker Room hoping to fix her face a bit before Bart eventually showed up. She was thinking maybe he’d returned to the field, but had no idea how she’d missed him.

Inside the Girls’ Locker Room Dana heard grunting and a series of high pitched moans. Her heart sank.

“No!” Dana begged. “Please no!” But when she followed the sounds to their source in the massive girls’ showers, her fears were confirmed.

Bart lay on the tiled floor of the shower flat on his back and completely naked. Barbie, in all her glory, straddled his hips impaled on his erection, which Dana could see from her vantage sliding in and out of the cheerleader as she used her thighs to bob up and down over Bart.

Dana let out a sob. Bart lifted his head just enough so that his wide eyes met hers… but hers were already filled with tears.

Dana broke and ran from the humiliation. She ran for what seemed forever, though it was only moments, and found a place to hide among some shrubs at the edge of the school grounds, sobbing and weeping. All she could think of was that kiss! Not the first kiss, the last one. The one Dana had asked for and received. It had meant so much to her and it meant nothing to him!

She sobbed and wept for what seemed a while. When she finally was cried out, she wiped washed her face at a drinking fountain and went to find Debbie and Gramma.

The game was over. People were filing out solemnly. It appeared as if the Sidewinders had lost, with all the gloom. When she finally found Debbie and Gramma they were wandering aimlessly near the locker rooms.

“There you are!” Gramma said. “I was so afraid we’d lost you.”

“No, Gramma. You didn’t lose me at all,” said Dana.

“Dana,” said Debbie. “Have you been crying?”

“What happened?” Gramma asked. “What’s wrong, dear?”

Dana blubbered suddenly unable to speak a coherent word, and fell into Gramma’s arms.

“IwentthereandIsawhimandherandtheyweredoingitandIwassohumiliated….”

Gramma rocked her back and forth… “There, there, dear,” Gramma said. “We’ll make everything better… you’ll see…”