Ronnie runs, and the next day...

Ronnie panicked. He grabbed the liquor bottle and shoved it her hand as he penguin-walked out the door. "Oh God! Oh God!" he thought as he struggled to buckle his jean-shorts. Candy sat, totally drunk, in the darkness. She had an odd taste in her mouth, and thought she had dreamed that she was sucking, of all things, a clown's cock.

She shuddered, and took another swig of the booze. Her sweater top was up over her breasts. "Well, it IS hot..." she reasoned, and shrugged her jacket off as she walked to the bedroom. She pulled the top off, and slid onto the bed. Candy never wore a bra. Her incredibly firm breasts simply didn't need it. She was proud of that, and rubbed them as she lay down. "Good girls..." she said, rubbing her nipples as she scooted deeper into the pillows, and onto sleep.

Her husband, who absolutely reeked of cheap beer, slid in next to her, silently. He had been fired tonight and spent the remainder of the evening slamming back cheap, watery beer at the local bar. He wasn't sure, but he might have fucked one of the White Castle waitresses by the grease pit. He resolved to figure that out in the morning when he woke up. It wouldn't the first, second, or even eleventh time he'd cheated on her, so the moral implications didn't keep him up too long.

.........................

The next morning, Ronnie strutted into his High School. He wore a defiant smile when the jocks sneered at him, and calmly brushed the disgusted leers of the cheerleaders aside. He walked like a God among them, knowing things they'd never know. Ronnie wasted absolutely no time in spreading his legacy. He grabbed Chaz McArthur and pulled him aside.

"Chaz, I fucked Candy Montaigne, now known as Candy Peachwood, last night." he said, his grin split wide across his fat, pimpled face. Chaz looked up from his PSP and snarled a "Yeah, right." before going back to his game. "No, its true." he said, whipping out his cellphone. "Look."

Chaz rose his eyes cynically, and looked. And saw. He saw Candice "Candy" Montaigne (Peachwood, now, goddammit!) sucking a large, thick cock that he recognized from gym class as being Ronnie's. He noted immediately that her eyes were closed and she didn't appear to be sucking it as much as letting her fuck her mouth. He blinked once, the image forever burned into his brain.

"Goddamn Ronnie! How'd you pull that off?" Chaz asked. Their group of friends had gathered. They were all trailer trash, just like Ronnie and Chaz. Gray wife-beaters and camo shorts, hoodies and low-ride JNCOs. All of them seniors or drop outs that hung around the school cause they had nothing better to do. Ronnie thought for a minute about what he'd tell them .

"Well Chaz, it was actually pretty easy..."