He demands that you finish getting him off with your hands and tongue.

Fuckin-a, finish the job, Tim!" Randall cried.

"With what?" you say anxiously. "I didn't mean to finish so quick..." You are quickly becoming embarrassed. Pulling yourself back up off of Miss Card's sweaty body.

"I know, I know..." Randall said, hurriedly. "You have fingers and a tongue, right?" You could hear the frustration and need in his voice. Desperately wanting to salvage the situation, you quickly lower your head between the Randall's shapely thighs. Unable to wait any longer, Randall pushes your face against against his crotch. Unsure of what to do, you just start licking. Within seconds you can hear soft, feminine moans indicating some measure of success. Emboldened by this, you reposition your mouth higher, gently rolling your tongue over Randall's clitoris. The cries become more frantic and excited. You decide to go in for the kill. Reaching up tentatively, you press your fingers against the opening of Miss Card's pussy. It is unbelievably wet and your fingers slid all the way in. In that moment, you can feel it squeezing your fingers and twitching. Fuck! Did Randall just come?, you think. "Keep going..." pants Randall, Miss Card's voice heavy with lust.

Slowly, you start moving your fingers, in and out. Not really knowing what you are doing, you start rubbing around the inner walls of his vagina. Randall began to buck his hips a bit. Somewhere between the sight, smell, and taste of a naked Miss Card, you could feel your arousal returning. Within another minute, you have another full blown erection. You withdraw your fingers somewhat reluctantly. Immediately, Randall's eyes shoot open questioningly. He starts to ask why you've stopped, but no full words make it past his lips. His eyes lock onto your crotch. As he sits up, he gives you a gentle push, getting you to lay on your back. With the grace of a jungle cat, Randall mounts you in a reverse cowgirl position. Your cock slides smoothly and deeply into Miss Card.

Your mind is awash in the sensations of sex and dulled by the booze. Watching the perfect voluptuous ass bob up and down in front of you, you can't help but contemplate the surreal nature of your circumstances. I can't believe I'm fucking Miss Card, you think. Or is it Randall? You grimaced slightly. You run your hands over the perfect female backside, the waspish waist, the wide curving hips. You realize that despite your best efforts and intentions, it would be hard for you to not think of Randall as a woman after this. If nothing else it certainly made things easier for the moment. A woman. The woman. The woman who took your virginity, the woman you came inside of. The woman you and Randall have been lusting over since last year... Randall... He's my best friend, not some piece of ass. Shit. You can't help but feel confused. However, your thoughts are interrupted by Randall, who has decided to switch positions and turn around.

You look down and you can see your dick entering Miss Card, sliding in and out as smooth as silk. Randall starts rocking back in forth, grinding his crotch into yours. "OH GOD!" he cried. "I going to cum again...!" Those magnificent melon-like orbs were dangling right in front of you. You lean up, taking one of his nipples into your mouth. He looks down at you and smiles, a smile that melts your senses. You can hardly believe your eyes when he reaches down and draws up his other breast, putting the other nipple in his own mouth. After what seems like a short eternity of pleasure, you release the nipple from your mouth and lean back, nearing orgasm yourself. Sensing some of your exhaustion, Randall leans down and whispers in your ear, "Cum in me, Tim... I want you to cum in me..." That is more than enough to spur you to finish.

You grab Randall's hips and start thrusting beneath him. "Fuck. FUCK! FUCK ME, TIM!" he said, somewhere between a moan and a shout. You didn't need to be asked twice. You grind and thrust with all the vigor you have left. Suddenly, you can feel his vagina start to twitch and squeeze around you. **** for release, you give one final push, sinking as far as you can go and blow your load deep in Miss Card's body again.

After laying on top of you for several more minutes twitching and sighing, Randall lazily rolls off of you. Laying on his back, his legs still spread and pelvis tilted, he mutters, "Ugh... Leg cramps..." You spend a moment watching what appeared to be a disheveled, naked Miss Laura Card stretching her legs. Afterward, Randall looks over at you, playfully hits you in the chest, smiles one of Miss Card's dazzling smiles, and roles over. Barely ten seconds pass before, you hear some rather unladylike snores. You can't help but chuckle at that. Some things never change, you muse as a smile crosses your face and you turn over yourself. What a crazy fucking day... Exhausted, your mind starts to blank and you drift into the most peaceful, non-**** induced sleep you've had since the accident.

The next morning, you wake to the sound of...