“But how does that help us now?” I asked, feeling my head pounding from the quick movements I had been making.“What do you mean? All we do is as... Mike ... to ... Oh.”Joey frowned, then grabbed one of the notebooks he had been pitching around earlier. He started writing things down silently while I corked my bottle and put it away out of sight.I laid back down in my bunk while the familiar static electric sensation filled the room from Joey’s mind switching into hyperdrive.I guess I fell asleep,. I didn't find out until a couple of days after we graduated that Dean was not the homecoming king. My boyfriend had cheated. He had not only rigged the contest, he had cheated on me to do it.There was a girl on our class who was a well-known slut. Every town has one. Our town had Leslie Wisdom. Leslie was the smartest girl in the class and wasn't very nice either. She was a big girl and although she got a lot of dates, she'd never had a boyfriend.According to the rumors, she'd had sex with most. Betty blushed again as i mentioned cum, although she had a serious appetite for my cum.One minute we were sitting chatting at the kitchen table the next we were entwined in each others arms, frantically ripping at each others clothes. Within what seemed like a few seconds i had Betty completely naked and spreadeagled on the kitchen table, my mouth found her grey hairy cunt. I sucked and licked at her tasty hairy labia as she squirmed and moaned beneath me.Betty came 3 times on the kitchen table. Maybe even a few pictures of dear old Dad and grieving Mom. It wasn't my fault the idiot couldn't clean his own truck. Kharma, Somebody's Kid, it was all just a sour grape and bullshit sandwich. I hadn't done anything wrong, every guy I'd ever fucked was a adult with the opportunity to say no. I'd never hurt anyone, even Jim the person if anyone who would have been hurt the most had never found out and never would. And I hadn't hurt him, I'd never refused him sex, so I wasn't taking anything.