'As soon as humanly possible' seemed to take forever unfortunately. What with Randall setting you to work again as soon as you got there. Having to spend the next hour and a half cleaning out gutters and washing windows while he chatted away on the phone to various people inside (one of them you suspected being your mom). "I gave up spending time with Gretchen for this?" you occasionally found yourself muttering, needing only to remind yourself of the promised 'reward' to quickly dispel these thoughts. Hoping that you would in fact get said reward. The last time you were here doing this, Randall had rather abruptly vanished with Miss. Wells. Every minute he spent on the phone yakking away, causing you to grow more and more nervous that it might happen again.
He didn't though. Periodically checking up on your progress from time to time and pointing out (rather annoyingly so) little spots you'd missed. Every single time he did this. Walking out of the house still dressed as he had been in school, spectacles and all, and running his gaze over your progress with his hands firmly planted on hips... well, it really did begin to make you feel like you had an actual proper employer and not a best friend. Having assumed that when he'd come up with this plan for you to do some work around the house, that it would either be A. a complete charade, or B. the two of you mucking in together. Not just you on your own while he stood there supervising. Feeling a lot like you did back in class when 'Miss. Card' would hover over your desk to check on your work. Nervous, as well as slightly intimidated. Which admittedly wasn't ideally how you wanted to feel around your best friend...
Once you were done and had descended the ladder for the last time (having never done this much work at your own house), you informed him that you were finished and were immediately met with the question, "Already? Did you manage to get all the gutters done? ... And the windows?"
"Yep, all done," you said. Having expected him to take your word for it and not start gazing up at them all to double check.
Seemingly satisfied however, he replied, "Sweet!" Looking around then and quietly muttering, "Now what else can we find for you to do...?"
"Seriously? Come on, dude. Can't I get a break or something? I've been stuck up a ladder for hours!"
"Oh, alright. I guess so," he sighed. Acting like it was of great inconvenience to himself (enjoying this bossing you about a bit too much it seemed), and adding then with a grin, "Don't say I'm not good to you."
"If you were good to me, you'd be up that ladder instead of me," you told him. Making a little dig at his lack of help. Not that he picked up on it of course (well either that or he just didn't care). Telling you instead with a chuckle, "Yeah... like that's gonna happen! Remember who's boss, Timmy-boy." How could you possibly forget when he kept rubbing it in?
Thankfully he discarded with the whole 'hard task-master' routine then and offered you a drink while you went and got cleaned up, telling you that "You look like you could use one."
You most definitely could, and doing as instructed while Randall headed off towards the kitchen, you cleaned out the bucket and the various tools you'd been using and then made your way into the living room. Collapsing down on the couch and pulling out your phone. Discovering a text from Bryce asking you where you were. Having obviously missed it while you were up on the roof. Texting him back, apologizing and telling him that something came up, you immediately felt guilty again for ditching both him and Gretchen for Randall. Though Randall was probably right and it would have just been you hanging around in the background while they all talked football and stuff, you really didn't like doing stuff like that. It reminding you somewhat of how Randall had been messing you around a couple of weeks before. Inviting you round and then ditching you for the first person that showed up. You didn't appreciate it back then, and you certainly didn't appreciate yourself doing it to other people now. Even though, in a way, you guessed, Randall had actually been the one who'd talked you into coming here instead. Knowing all to well that the lure of sex would be virtually impossible to say no to.
He was right, and while you couldn't wait to get back under the sheets with him again, you were glad of this small respite. Having been worn out slightly from all that clambering about. Especially after a hard days training at school already. Better be worth it, you thought to yourself, checking out your ever so slightly larger bicep, just as Randall appeared then with drinks in hand.
"Whoa, dude! Put those guns away or you're gonna get arrested!" he laughed, causing you to blush. Not having expected him to see that.
Ignoring his jabs about you being the "next Mr. Universe", you took your drink and asked what he wanted to do now. Suggesting a game or two on the XBox, seeing as it had been nearly two weeks since you'd last played.
"Well I don't know..." he replied, softly, placing his drink down on the coffee table, "I thought maybe you might want to do something else. Something a little more fun." The word "fun" was punctuated by a sultry little smile, Randall's entire demeanor instantly changing as his movements became more seductive. Wiggling his wide hips as he made his way towards you. His huge breasts bobbing with every step.
You of course knew exactly what he was meaning. Feeling your penis start to stir within your pants as your friend drew ever nearer. A hand then pushing you backwards on the couch as he lifted a leg over yours, straddling you there with his gigantic bust hovering directly in front of your gaze. He had promised a reward and this was surely it.
"Don't you want to have some fun, Mr. Connors?" he teased, going back into full-on teacher mode as his fingers reached for the straining buttons on his chest. "Don't you want to have some fun with me?"
"Oh God, yes!" you found yourself saying, even though moments before you'd been too tired to even move. Miss. Card's mature, voluptuous body pressing down against you, giving you a much needed second wind.
"Well then," he smiled, expecting no other reaction,"What are we waiting for?"
Nothing it seemed, and within seconds he had undone the first several buttons on his blouse, allowing his bra covered breasts to spill out. This time you didn't even wait for an invitation and reached out and grabbed at them. Squeezing and groping at the firm flesh with all the enthusiasm you could muster. Having been dreaming about getting hold of these again for days.
"My, my, you are keen aren't you?" you heard Randall giggle as you yanked at the cups to expose them fully. The sight of his nipples causing your erection to speed its ascent. Feeling it now pressing up hard against his crotch.
Thumbing at them briefly, you then wasted no more time and quickly set your mouth upon them, attacking each thick nub and taking them between your lips (this causing some glorious sounds to emanate from your friend). For what must have been a full five minutes, Randall just sat there, allowing you to go to town on his chest. The taste... the scent... the texture of those glorious breasts driving you wild with lust. Unable to fully control yourself as you alternated from one to the other, forcing your face into their softness. If you were to die now you would be happy... Well, almost.
Pulling your head from his bosom, Randall grinned, "Okay, dude, that's quite enough of that," discarding the role-play that he had become the norm on your last few sexual encounters. "I know my tits are fucking awesome, but they're not the only thing that needs attention..."
"Sorry," you apologized, as you followed his eyes downwards towards your crotches. Randall having been grinding his pussy up against your hard on for the last few minutes.
You assumed he meant by this comment that he wanted you to eat him out again, just as you had been these last two weeks in class, but to your surprise his hands then reached for your jeans, and in no time at all he had unleashed your throbbing erection. Rubbing at it slightly before then pulling at his skirt and reaching underneath. Presumably sliding his panties to once side as he positioned himself above your cock, not even bothering this time to get undressed.
"Try and tell me hanging out with Gretchen would be more fun than this," he said, right before you felt yourself being engulfed by the tight wet tunnel that was his vagina. Your member sinking into it's velvety depths as his body came to a rest again upon you. Randall letting out a deliciously feminine moan as it did.
Though in all honesty you couldn't, it still seemed like kind of a weird thing to say right before you fucked. As if he was trying to one up her or something. Not that this thought stayed in your head for very long, as in no time at all he was bouncing furiously up and down on your cock. His huge breasts going wild with the motion, as at long last you got to experience what you'd been desperately craving - sex with Randall. And you had to say, it definitely did not disappoint. Being everything you'd imagined and more. The sounds, the smells, the sensation driving your body absolutely wild with pleasure, and in no time at all you felt the damn burst as you unloaded yourself deep inside your best friend's womb. His vaginal tunnel gripping your penis tightly milking you for all you were worth.
Just as before however, once it was over. Once you had both reached orgasm (or at least you presumed the both of you had) and your conjoined bodies had stopped panting and moaning with pleasure, Randall lifted himself off and rolled onto the couch beside you. Asking in between breaths, "So... how about that ...that game of Call of Duty now?" Leaning forward then and grabbing a controller. This still seeming so bizarre to you after you'd just fucked each other senseless.
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