You arrange to meet up again at the weekend.

An hour or so later, after thanking your parents for inviting him over for dinner and saying goodbye to your siblings, you saw Randall to the door and made a tentative plan to meet up again on the weekend. Seeing how neither of you had anything on. Though your confused feelings about this new direction in his life hadn't actually changed, you didn't want to let that get in the way of your friendship. Sucking it up for now and deciding that if you acted weird about it then it would become weird. Better just to put it out of your mind and carry on as usual. After all he was still just Randall. Despite all the changes to his body and to his life, he was still your best friend deep down. Make no mistake about it.

So, when Saturday arrived, you headed over to his place after breakfast and knocked on the door. Waiting outside for some time with no response.

"Yo, Rand..." you almost yelled, knocking again on the door. Stopping yourself just in time and saying, "Auntie Joan" instead. "Auntie Joan, are you in there?"

Either he was and not listening (or in the shower again perhaps) or he wasn't actually home, the two of you having not really been all that specific about a time. Randall having simply told you as he'd gotten into his car, "You should pop by on Saturday or something. We can hang out."

Maybe he's forgotten, you thought to yourself. Wondering what you should do. You'd come all this way after all, and you did still have your key. Fuck it! Might as well just let myself in and wait till he comes back. Or maybe send him a text while I'm in there. This exact situation having been the reason he'd given you that key after all.

Fishing it out of your pocket, you put it in the lock and opened the door. Looking cautiously around as you entered.

"Randall...?" you warily called out, just to be on the safe side. Still, getting no answer. Must be out right enough.

Closing the door then, you took out your phone and slumped down on the couch. Figuring that you might as well get comfortable while you sent him a text. Getting a bit of a shock as you heard an incredibly familiar beeping sound, seconds after pressing send.

What the hell...? Was that Randall's phone?

Investigating, you spotted that same black leather handbag he so often had under his arm sitting right there on the kitchen counter. Where moments before you'd heard the beeping come from. That's weird. Why's he left his handbag ...and his phone here? you thought to yourself, examining the offending item. Noticing also that a black suit jacket was hanging on the back of a chair. A suit jacket that didn't really looked like it belonged to him. In fact it look more like it was a man's...

Before you'd even had a chance to give this much thought, you suddenly heard a loud groaning noise coming from elsewhere. Spinning quickly on your heels to try and discover the source. Hearing another much louder and much longer series of grunts less than a second later. It coming from the hallway.

Shit. Is that Randall? Is he in? It certainly sounded like someone was. The grunting and groaning being punctuated every so often by what sounded like words. Words that you barely hear from where you were currently standing, but not if you went out into the hall. Tiptoeing gingerly towards the doorway then and sticking your ear out, curious to find out what was going on, you heard the noises getting louder. Two separate sounds. One softer and high pitched, the other much deeper and more baritone. Being able to pick out a word or two. "Fuck" being the most prevalent. This was when it suddenly dawned on you what it was. Feeling like an idiot for not realizing sooner. It was Randall alright. But not just him. It was Randall and some dude. The two of them quite clearly having sex. Pretty wild sex at that.

"Mmmmh. Yes. Oh God, yes.... That's it. That's fucking IT!" you heard him cry. His voice heavy and filled with pleasure. "Fuck my pussy hard!"

Jesus Christ.

"Oh fuck yeah, baby. You like that, don't you?" The male voice retorted. Grunting this out.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Randall and some dude fucking each others brains out. Sounding like they were having one hell of a wild time. Almost as if you were listening to the audio from a porno movie instead of real life.

"Oh shit. I'm almost... I'm almost there," Randall continued to moan. His breath becoming labored, and your ears pricking up all the more. "I'm gonna fucking cum. Make me FUCKING CUM!" And that he did, not ten seconds later (or at least you assumed he did). Letting out an enthusiastic series of shrieks and squeals that reverberated throughout the entire apartment. Your Auntie's voice hitting notes you'd never imagined she'd even be able to reach. It practically giving you a boner, it was so damn hot.

Wow... I guess he really did forget I was coming over, you thought as the voices and sounds suddenly died down. Reeling slightly from the fact that you'd just heard your best friend cum. And cum as a woman at that.

Though you'd naturally seen your fair share of porno and seen enough actresses giving it their all while "orgasming" for the cameras, this had actually been real and happening not twenty feet away. The actresses clearly not being quite as over the top as you'd imagined them to me. Not if Randall's performance was anything to go by. And you couldn't help but feel amazed and rather aroused by what you'd inadvertently stumbled upon. Picturing your Auntie's glistening, naked body, laying on her bed now in the throes of post orgasmic bliss, having just received the fucking of a life time. From that Garrett dude no doubt.

Just as you were thinking this (when instead you should probably have been thinking about getting the hell out of there), you suddenly heard some more movement from Randall's bedroom, followed soon after by the sound of a handle turning on a door.

Oh fuck! you inwardly screamed. Realizing that you were about to be spotted and having a brief moment of panic, before rushing quickly then from the hallway entrance and looking for somewhere in the apartment to hide.

There was nowhere though. You were trapped. You're only escape being to head out the front door, but there was no way you'd make it in time...

"Uh... hello?" a male voice from behind you said, before you'd even managed to get halfway there. Sounding naturally confused. "...Who the hell are you?"

Letting out a gulp as you felt your heart sinking, having totally been busted, you slowly turned to see a tallish, dark-haired man, with lightly tanned skin, half way through buttoning up a shirt, glaring at you as if just caught a burglar in the act.

"H-hi..." you somehow managed to squeak. Stuttering slightly. "I'm uh, I'm Tim. Joan's nephew." Feeling hugely intimidated as you did.

This response however quickly softened the man's stare. Replying, "Oh." And looking slightly embarrassed himself at his own partial state of undress. Neither of you knowing now quite where to look or what to say.

This awkward pause was soon interrupted by your Auntie's voice however. Calling out (to him) pleadingly., "Do you really have to go so soon? Cause I could really go for another round you know." Appearing a moment later from the hallway, dressed in a rather short and silky black robe and wearing a very large grin indeed. "My pussy's not done with that big cock of yours ye..." This however, was the point when he suddenly spotted you standing there. Looking just as shocked and panicked as you must have done. Your eyes locking as he yelped, "TIM? What... what are you doing here?"

Of all the awkward moments you'd had so far, this had to be the worst. All three of you now looking incredibly uncomfortable as your eyes flitted back and forth. This not just being, as the other dude must have though, a nephew catching his Auntie post coitus with some stranger, but also a friend catching a friend. Feeling absolutely mortified right now that you had accidentally wandered into this.

"I uh, I just popped over for a visit," you nervously told him. Explaining yourself. "Sorry. I... I didn't realize you had company."

"She uh, she didn't really know herself to be honest with you," the mystery visitor explained. "I just kind of surprised her."

Pulling himself from his state of shock, realizing that the two of you had not been introduced, and realizing how that might seem a little weird (to him, if not to you), Randall quickly said, "Oh, sorry. Tim, this is Garrett. Garret, this is my nephew, Tim." It indeed being exactly who you had assumed.

"Nice to meet you, buddy," he smiled. Finishing up on his shirt and grabbing for his jacket then, that was hanging on the chair.

"Yeah... same," you replied. Glancing ever so briefly at Randall, before eying this guy up some more. Garrett being pretty much exactly what you had imagined. A very slick, very handsome looking, well built business type. The kind of man that woman seemed to go ga-ga over. Reminding you somewhat of a young George Clooney.

"Anyway, I'd really better get going now. Was nice to meet you, Tim," he said, putting on his coat. Clearly now in a hurry to get out of there (which you didn't at all blame him for). Turning to Randall then and telling him, in a slightly quieter voice, "Give us a call again real soon, okay?" Before then, shimming his way past you towards the door.

"Okay. See you," Randall said. Sounding rather stiff as he waved him off. There being an uncomfortable silence as you watched him disappear out the apartment. Leaving the two of you alone.