Alan was sitting on our living room couch playing with Chintu. He greeted me like an old friend and complimented me on my beautiful house. Shipra came...out of the kitchen, saying Alan would stay for dinner.Over dinner, with Chintu around, the conversation stayed polite and mundane. But it did lead to an interesting revelation. It turned out that Alan’s boasts about being a rich old geezer were bullshit. He was a fucking greeter at a Walmart in Maryland, barely making ends meet! He could only. Even Micki was very subdued, but at least she talked to me."Ray," she said as we met up between 3rd and 4th period, "I'm so sorry about what's happening. I tried to talk to Missy myself, to explain to her what happened, but she won't even talk to me. I don't know what to do anymore," she added sadly."I don't know, either. The damage is already done, I guess. Christ, what a mess!" I said sourly."Listen," she said, "can you ditch football practice tonight? I was going to skip cheer practice, so. "Naw, I'm not looking for a fight." Good, cause I just wanna fun, okay?" I reached for his hand. "Come on, dance with me now. That waitress knows where we live, she won't get lost."We did dance, for a good half hour at least, and probably a lot longer than that. I was hot and happy as my dark skin grew damp with sweat. My hard nipples were practically bursting from my thin halter top and my girl cock was throbbing with the arousal of just moving around on the crowded dance floor. Seeing those. "What? No," I denied with a laugh. "Sorry, I'm actually here withsomebody."That made it the guy's turn to leak out a single, "Oh." Yeah ..." I confirmed as the bartender came back and set down the pairof mugs I'd ordered. "And look, there's our beers so I should begetting back to him," I seized on the opportunity, scooping up the twodrinks and turned to go. "See ya." See ya," the man muttered in turn, clearly not happy with this turn ofevents.I couldn't really blame the guy for that, but I.