Being a team player

Mike brought her an extra long football jersey. She’d worn shorter skirts that for sure. “Sorry about your clothes. We were all pretty drunk and things sort of got out of hand.”

“Yeah, no shit,” she replied.

She dropped both towels and stood nude in front of the tall, muscular black man and pulled the rough fabric of the jersey over her head and body. “Can you give me a ride home or do I have to walk?”

“Let me get dressed and I’ll get you to your place.”

She was glad she didn’t have to show up on campus until late in the semester. She knew that word would get out soon. It was pretty certain none of the kids in her high school P.E. classes would know how she spent that night.

Mike pulled his car up in front of her apartment and swung the door open for her. She clutched the wadded mass of her cheerleading uniform under one arm and thanked him for the ride. She padded up to the front door as quickly as she could hoping none of the neighbors saw her condition.

Thankfully her roommate had gone home for the weekend so no one was in the apartment. She took the clothes and quickly dropped them and the jersey she had worn home into the washer and turned it on. She walked nude to her bedroom, closed the door and went to sleep.