Catherine The Great
by dah
posted by jeremiahN

Catherine the Great, Chapter 13 - Anthony's Game

As the story wound down, the five people had finished the soup and sandwiches, and were starting to eat the fresh fruit that Mrs. O'Brien had selected at the grocery store that morning. Catherine now understood what Suzy had meant by saying "You should have been there" and "It's just as well you weren't there" in the same breath. She would have loved to have seen her enemy being humiliated, but, even if seeing Catherine naked didn't reduce Jenny's humiliation, it would have cheered her to see someone else being more nude than she was, at least at the start of the morning. She also enjoyed the picture of Jenny sitting right now in the cafeteria, dreading the torture of the coming afternoon's dancing.

She might have been a little less happy and a little more puzzled if she had known that Jackie had just phoned a former Cronenberg student, one she knew as a close friend of her mother, to obtain certain information about the history of Cronenberg School. She had been smiling when she replaced the receiver and stared at the list of references she had made. She would be spending Sunday morning in the library; today was too filled with fittings. But she did have time for one more call. This one was to a professional publicist Jackie had worked for during the past summer, trying to get all the experience of the theater that she could. Jackie's question was one that would have puzzled Catherine, but that she would have dismissed as not involving her in any way. "You remember last year you were telling me about your techniques with critics. What I need to know today, is does old Blowhard read press releases, and how does he react to them." As her friend replied to her question, Jackie's face positively glowed, as a wide smile made itself known. Her last comment was as cryptic as her previous one. "Well, I'd rather not say now, as I won't be sure until tomorrow afternoon. But if it works out I call you back, and let you know."

But as Catherine didn't know about Jackie's plans, she bit into the ripe juicy peach, and dreamed about poor Jenny dancing naked with the four nerdiest guys in Anthony's school. She wasn't listening to the teasing conversation going on between brother and sister, but did see Suzy fling a biscuit, no, here it was a cookie, at her brother when her parents weren't looking. A minute later Anthony shied it back at her, just as she was taking a bite of hr peach. She jumped and the peach fell against her blouse before she could catch it. She grabbed it before it fell any farther, then stuck her tongue out at her brother.

"Suzy, that's enough!" Her mother's voice was stern, but Catherine could catch a faint undercurrent of amusement. "Now, give me that dirty blouse, and I'll add it to the laundry hamper." Suzy unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders, and handed it to her mother. "You can put a clean one on when you get up tomorrow." Suzy blanched at the statement, and Catherine couldn't understand why. Surely wearing only a bra while in the house was not a big deal, even if it was a bra that only covered three-quarters of her breasts.

"But it's Anthony's fault. He threw a cookie at me."

"He returned a thrown cookie to you. I'm not blind, Suzy." Suzy gulped. She had been positive her parents had not been looking at her when she did that. "I think you've forgotten that I used to teach, and a teacher develops excellent peripheral vision." Suzy looked a little puzzled. "Look it up while Anthony's getting ready. Peripheral. Then we'll take a look at this morning's purchases."

Suzy knew better than to argue with her mother; she didn't want to lose any more clothing and she was sure that if she argued her parents would extend the time or remove another garment, or even both. At least her punishment was just for the day. Anthony had headed off to his room, and Suzy now ran up to hers, with Catherine following her closely. As Suzy pulled out her best dictionary and looked up the word, Catherine sat on the bed and studied her friend. With her dark brown hair surrounding her face, she looked all of her sixteen years, and maybe slightly more, as she studied the dictionary, but Catherine knew that when she was happy and excited, she could look a young fourteen. Her breasts, however, were quite large, almost as large as Catherine's own, although they were still encased in a bra.

When Suzy got undressed last night, Catherine had noticed that her bra and panties were plain white cotton, very utilitarian, very simple. She wondered for a moment why the youngster had changed into a thin lacy bra that left the tops of her breasts uncovered almost down to the areolae. Then she realized that the girl was always afraid of being stripped at school, the way she had been the day they met, and was wearing underwear that would not show anything if she had to remove her blouse or skirt; but this was the weekend, Suzy was relaxing, and she had chosen a more delicate bra because she wasn't worried about being caught by teachers. Obviously, she had not counted on her mother being so strict.

A minute later, they heard Mrs. O'Brien calling them to hurry down. "Come along, girls. Let's take a look at the canoes." Catherine left the room first, so she did not notice when Suzy grabbed her purse from the dresser. Suzy and Catherine clattered downstairs, then out the kitchen door onto the driveway. Catherine shivered as she remembered the last time she had stepped out here; it had been the start of a long exposure as she was taken shopping. This time however, they looked at the canoes on the trailer, commenting appreciatively on the new acquisitions, as Anthony and his father unhooked it from the car, and walked it back into the garage. Catherine noticed that Anthony had changed out of his jeans and T-shirt and was now wearing specialized shoes, shorts and a jersey with a number on it. As soon as the trailer was properly garaged, the two men went to the car, and Mr. O'Brien started it up. As she walked to the car, Mrs. O'Brien commented on just what a lovely day it was.

"Do I have to go to the match today, Mom? I don't really want to go without a shirt," Suzy asked with a shiver.

"This is Anthony's last regular soccer game of the season. You know that the team will be in the playoffs if they win. You are definitely going to that game without a shirt. The only question that remains is: without what else!"

Suzy immediately stopped complaining and started to pull Catherine to the car. "Come along, we have to get going. Anthony's game starts soon and he must be there. We mustn't let the team forfeit." Catherine gulped but started toward the car, then stopped in shock. The roof of the car was rising. She had been too upset to check the car carefully last night, and had never noticed that it was a convertible. She shivered. Slowly she walked to the car, knowing that under the school regulations she had to accompany the adults, and also knowing that she would be exposed to all passing eyes, pedestrian and rider, without even the minimal protection of a car roof.

Catherine found herself climbing into the back seat on the passenger side, with Anthony beside her and Suzy on the far side. The adults were, of course, in the front seat. Once again the feel of Anthony's clothing against her bare skin, and more particularly the feeling of his bare arm and leg against her skin reminded her constantly of just how naked she felt. The car swept down the driveway and turned onto the residential street, as Catherine shivered in the back seat. Shortly it arrived at the main street that Catherine remembered so vividly from that morning, but Mr. O'Brien turned away from the mini-mall. For the next half hour, Catherine was so busy looking around to find out just who could see her bare breasts above the rear door, that she paid no attention to the actual route they were taking, and was quite surprised when Mr. O'Brien suddenly pulled into a gravel parking lot, and stopped the car.

As soon as he got out of the car, Anthony ran over to the field to join the rest of his team, while the other four walked over to the wooden bleachers by the side of the playing area. The two girls discussed in whispers whether to sit on the first tier or the last. If they sat at the back, people would only be able to see them by turning around to look, but if they did they would see Catherine's full frontal nudity and Suzy's partially clad breasts. On the other hand, sitting on the first bench, the two girls would be in full sight of all the spectators, but only their backs would be visible. Nobody would be able to see their fronts except, of course, the players. The parents had taken seats about five rows up while the girls were deciding, and the two suddenly realized that they were still fully exposed to all the spectators. They quickly took their seats, just as the game began. Catherine felt the rough edges of the three two by fours that made up the simple bench bite into her bare flesh.

"God, I wish I'd been more careful," came a nervous whisper from the bra-clad Suzy. "I would get punished when I'm wearing a fancy bra. I feel so exposed, so embarrassed."

"You feel exposed!" Catherine's whispered reply exploded from her lips. "You feel exposed. You've still got your breasts acceptably covered, and you're fully clothed below the waist. You feel exposed. I'm bloody naked; how do you think I feel!" Actually she knew exactly how she felt, but could not admit it; she felt turned on. She was listening to the whispers behind her, catching words like "shameless", "shameful" and "hussy" from the parents and others on the bleachers behind her, and while she blushed at the implications, her nipples had hardened as they drove over, and were still rock hard. She noticed the players glancing at her naked body whenever they could, and this made her feel even hotter; she could feel the moisture rising in her vagina. For the next three-quarters of an hour, Catherine sat on the bench, watching the action, getting caught up in the fever of the game. She had never been a big fan of soccer back home, as in her home town soccer had become almost synonymous with hooliganism, so she was not as knowledgeable about the sport as she felt she should be.

During the break at half time, Anthony brought over the other ten players on his team, and introduced them to the two girls. Catherine blushed as the eleven pairs of eyes scanned her naked body; although she noticed that Suzy was also receiving her share of lustful stares. The sudden attention made Catherine blush, and also aroused her even more. She felt drops of fluid running down under her buns, dampening the wooden bench under her, particularly as she noticed that Anthony appeared to be the youngest member of the team; the others were more her own age. The fifteen minutes seemed to be up in no time. Catherine could still not believe that she was enjoying the shame so much.

Anthony's team was down by two points as they prepared for the second half, and fortunately for her peace of mind Catherine did not hear Anthony's pep talk with his team. "Guys, my dad has promised me a victory celebration; he'll take us all out to the pizza place if we win." Several of the team looked mildly interested. "Of course the girls will be coming along."

"The girls will be... like that?" The surprise was genuine in the boys' voices, and when Anthony nodded yes, a look of determination came over the rest of the team; they were going to win.

Meeting the team had increased the girls' interest in the game, and they started to cheer loudly for their team, jumping to their feet whenever the team came close to the opponents' goal, oblivious to the show they were giving the rest of the spectators. The team's new spirit showed, and inside of ten minutes the teams were tied. The next half hour was a hard fought battle, with Anthony's team on the offensive, determined to win, both for the glory of the playoffs and for the fun of the promised party; the opposing team equally determined to become the champions. Finally just three minutes before the end of the period, Anthony himself scored a goal putting his team ahead for the first time that day. Both girls jumped to their feet and bounced up and down chanting Anthony's name; Suzy's skirt flying up showing her lace-trimmed, semi-see-through panties; and Catherine's naked buns on full display to all the spectators. Of course the team was treated to the sight of Suzy's large pale breasts bouncing in the somewhat inadequate covering of the bra, while Catherine's bouncing breasts and heart-trimmed pussy gave the team their own special reward.

When the game ended a couple of minutes later, the O'Brien parents rushed out on the field to congratulate their son, with Suzy and Catherine trailing behind. Anthony submitted to a hug from each adult, and then received a huge squeeze from his sister, as she burbled how proud she was of him. Catherine watched this routine then gave a small shrug and hugged the game's hero to her own naked body with words of congratulation. Anthony returned the hug with fervor; he was young, yes, but not so young that he did not appreciate the feel of a gorgeous woman wriggling in his arms, particularly when it was a gorgeous nude woman.

Suzy was hugging every member of the team in her enthusiasm at her brother's win. She was absolutely ecstatic and for these few minutes had totally forgotten that she was wearing nothing above the waist but a thin bra. Catherine, on the other hand, was totally aware of her nudity, but decided that each team member deserved a hug for his part in the hard-fought battle. She shivered with anticipation as she felt Suzy's brother's arms squeezing her bare skin; then broke the hug and moved on to his teammates. She plastered her naked body against each of their sweaty ones in turn, feeling the hefty squeeze of powerful arms on her naked skin, and in several cases a hard lump pressing against her lower body, keeping the moisture flowing down there.

The other team congratulated the winners and then left, and Catherine suddenly heard Mr. O'Brien's voice boom out: "OK, everyone. The Pizza Palace for a victory celebration. You're all invited." She shivered as she stood in the middle of the field, naked, surrounded by a group of sweaty teenaged boys, knowing at once that she would have to go to that party and would be spending the next couple of hours in the company of all this testosterone, still totally naked.