Her Perfect Choice

Maryann Spencer would have been shocked unto cardiac arrest if shed known the kinds of things her daughters friends told her. The very catholic matriarch was against Becky trying out for the cheerleading squad last year. Her athletic daughter did, she conceded, need an outlet for her teenaged energy. Rebecca didn know what had finally turned the tide and secured permission to tryout; she was just glad for the break. For missus Spencer the short skirts and tight sweaters were positively obscene. What she didn factor in was the fact that all the other girls on the squad were older and much more experienced than her daughter.

Rebecca made the team on raw athletic talent alone. Her mother curbed any social interaction as much as she possibly could. When shed turned sixteen her birthday party embarrassed the novice cheerleader beyond anything that had happened in her life up to that point. The cake and ice cream that followed the silly kiddy games her mother orchestrated was more befitting a ten year old. Even so, cheerleaders were looked up to. To a majority of her classmates she was something of a star. Some of her teammates understood and sympathized—some didn .

Her mother looked forward to the annual spiritual retreat with other women from the church. Becky was pretty sure that she and her father enjoyed the yearly break as much as her mother did. Leaving Rebecca in the much more lenient hands of her husband was a concern for her mother but one that she had to bear for the sake of spiritual renewal.

Don Spencer—God rest his soul—wasn hen pecked; just prudent. He picked his battles wisely and after twenty years of marriage to Maryann he knew when and where he could push and where he had to back off and let her pious personality and upbringing take over.

The timing of the annual retreat couldn have been more fortunate for young Rebecca. Her mother had absolutely refused to consider letting her attend a party being organized by one of her cheerleading teammates. With mom away she had very little trouble persuading her dad to let her go. Thinking about her departed father made her sad but she pushed the grief aside and tried to focus on the contributions hed made to her development while he was alive. Memories of that party, maybe the only one shed ever get to attend, made the gorgeous blonde lying naked on top of her immaculate bed groan.

In retrospect, and taking a mature perspective, her mother had been right. The party was held just around the corner so shed been able to walk to it. She recalled kissing her dad on the head and leaving him sitting on the couch with at least his third beer watching a hockey game. Two things were on her mind as she went out the door that night. The first was,

Dads gonna enjoy his beer tonight without mom telling him that fours enough;

The second thought was,

Im gonna hike this skirt up and adjust this blouse as soon as I get out the door … if I show up at the party like this theyll laugh me right outa the place.

She remembered slipping around the side of the house and rolling the waistband of her pleated skirt up until the hem rose from her knees to her mid thighs. She opened all the buttons of the blouse and could recall the shaky naughty feeling wondering if she had the nerve. Some wonton suppressed side of her personality emerged and shed taken off the white blouse so she could shed the matronly white cotton bra—the only ones her mother would ever buy. She put the brassiere in the side mailbox for safe-keeping until she returned, and without fastening any buttons tied the blouse under her jutting cones. The blouse was loose enough that she was adequately covered but she still felt amazingly slutty when her boobs bounced as she walked around the block to the party.

It didn take long for her to realize that everyone at the party had some kind of alcoholic drink in their hands. Thats when she knew that her mother had probably been right. Almost everybody at the party was older than her but she was pretty sure none of them was old enough to drink—legally that is. There were varying degrees of intoxication but there wasn a sober person in the place; until she arrived.