knocking at the door

You wake up. Last night seems like a blur. Your head is spinning, your stomach feels nauseous. You don't remember much. Another knock at the door. Across the bed you notice the naked sleeping form of Miss Laura Card. You sit straight up. Bits and pieces of yesterday suddenly come pouring back. Getting out of the hospital. Randall's apartment. The margaritas, the sex... Sex! Checking under the covers reveals that you are naked as well. Given the circumstances, it seems pretty likely that happened. You rub your eyes, trying to clear the haze from your mind. You are rationalize your behavior, but there is little doubt in your mind that both of you were unbelievably shitfaced last night.

Who the hell is knocking? you wonder, unable to imagine who would be here. It dawns on you. Mom and Allison! Realizing that the two of you were sitting in a pile of evidence of last night's drunken debauchery, you've got to move quickly. You're about to reach over and shake Randall when another thought enters your mind. Randall was clear yesterday, he didn't want things to change between the two of you. There's no way that waking up naked next to me wouldn't change things... Guilt washes over you. Your lust for Miss Card might have done some irreparable damage to your friendship, a friendship that Randall desperately needed. No time to dwell, you start cleaning.

You redress quickly. Spying the pink dildo on the floor, you quickly stash it in a one of the top drawers of the dresser. The red lace teddy you toss in the hamper. Another knock. You can hear a muffled voice call out, "Laura?" Anxiety fills you, there is simply no time to clean up last night's mess before they come parading through the apartment. You dash to the living room. The faint smell of booze and last night's pizza hang in the air. The bottle of tequila sits empty on the counter. Your cell starts buzzing. You pick it up.

"Hello..." you say, doing your best to sound tired.

"Hey, sweetheart," your mom said. "Everything okay in there? Allison and I have been knocking forever."

"Heh. Sorry about that mom!" You give a bit of a half laugh. "Ran... Uh, Laura and I had a bit of a late night." You frowned, that last bit didn't sound quite right. "I'll be right over..." You hang up. You mess up the couch pillows. Picking up Randall's bathrobe, you toss it in the bedroom. Randall lay on the bed, his voluptuous form uncovered. You can't help but take a longing gaze at those softly heaving breasts before you click the lock and quietly pull the door closed. Taking a deep breath, you walk to the front door and unlock it.

"Morning, sleepyhead," your mom says ruffling your hair and stepping inside. "Where's Laura?"

Waving her off, you say, " Still sleeping."

"Hey, you," says Allison, hugging you hello and giving you a quick kiss. "Did you guys have fun last night?"

You laugh nervously, "Just kinda relaxed." In the kitchen, your mom is already examining the empty bottle of tequila, shooting you a disapproving look.

"Relaxing, huh?" She gives a derisive snore. "Tim, you know how I feel about you drinking..." You wince. So totally fucked, you think. Your parents have never been shy about how they feel about you drinking. The last time you were caught, it was a very miserable two weeks.

"Don't blame, Tim, Mrs. C.," interjected Randall, wandering into the room with a yawn. "It was my idea. We just had a couple of drinks with dinner to wind down from our stay at the hospital..." He was laying it on thick.

"Well..." your mom started.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. C. It won't happen again." A mischievous look crossed his face. "I should know better than to give **** to children." Winking at you, he couldn't hold his laughter back more than a second. Scowling at him only seemed to make him laugh harder.

"I'm not even a minor anymore, dummy!" you say, giving him a light jab. He dishes one back.

As the two of you play fight, your mother clears her throat. "Timothy." Allison and Randall both give you a knowing look. When your mom uses your name like that, you're in trouble. "You aren't a minor anymore, but you aren't of age yet either. I understand things have changed a lot for the two of you, but now more than ever, you need to be responsible." She turned to Randall. "Laura, its going to be difficult to explain why you are spending time with Tim outside of school. I know he's your friend, but he's also a student. It will be difficult to explain why Tim is in your apartment, let alone if the two of you drinking together. And, Laura?" Randall grimaced hearing Miss Card's name repeatedly.

"Yes?"

"Since you are an adult now, I think you should call me, Jenny," she said with a smile.

"Sure thing, uh, Jenny."

"So, are you ready to start training? School starts soon and we don't have time to waste."

"Yeah, I guess we better get started." You'd never seen Randall, or Miss Card for that matter, look so somber and resigned about something. You certainly didn't envy being in his shoes.

"Alright, then. Tim, dear, why don't you go home and get some more rest. We need to have some "girls only" time." She opened her purse and handed you the key. Randall mouthed an exaggerated "HELP ME" behind her. You stifle a chuckle. "Pick us up this afternoon for dinner. Your father is barbequing."

Miffed to be kicked out, you ask, "Are you sure you want me to go? I thought I could be, I don't know, supportive or something..."

"Run, dude. It's gonna be the freaking fempocalypse in here," said Randall. You suspected that it was embarrassing for Randall to have you witness his decent into womanhood. It was one reason you kind of wanted to stay, especially since you have been embarrassed almost continuously since Randall woke up in the hospital. Giving a shrug, you start heading for the door.

"Actually, would it be alright if I drove Tim home, Mrs. Connors?" asked Allison, bubbley as ever.

"Sure, that's fine, Allison. It will give me some more time to go over hygine issues with Laura." Randall gave an audible gulp. You give Randall and your mother quick goodbyes; Allison takes your hand and the two of you proceeded out the door. Walking down the steps of the apartment complex, you couldn't quite get over a sinking feeling in your stomach. Things were definitely going to change.

To distract yourself, you engage Allison in conversation. Its clear that she is glad to have your attention. The ride home is a quick one. She catches you up on what else she has been doing while you were out with Randall. She avoids the topic of Randall all together, something you are thankful for. A ball of guilt had settled in your gut. Between the hangover and the oddity of last night, you weren't interested in talking about anything Randall related with Allison anytime soon.

You pull up to your large suburban home, noticing that your dad's car is gone. Allison gives you an eager grin, followed swiftly by bedroom eyes. "I guess I better see you up to your room, huh?" You smile back at her.

"How very thoughtful of you," you say, the both of you enjoying the pretense. You push your guilt away, not wanting to spoil the moment. The two of you rush out of the car and into the house. You don't even bother to check if your two younger siblings are home. Upon reaching your room, Allison softly shuts the door, immediately embracing you, kissing you deeply. You run your hands down her backside. She walks you back to your bed, slowly between kisses, before pushing you back on it.

"I've missed you so much, Tim" she says, sincerity in her voice. "We haven't had any time alone together since the accident." In one movement, she removes her shirt. Your eyes go wide. Allison is normally not this aggressive. "Coming so close to losing you like that, it just made me think about how much our relationship means to me. How much you mean to me..." She saunters over to the bed and the two of you lay back together.

You enjoyed the simplicity of making out with Allison. As your clothes get tossed to floor, you can't help but admire her. While certainly not as a unreal as Miss Card, Allison's body was undeniably sexy. Long blonde hair, high, firm breasts, the promise of her still developing figure. Getting her down to her underwear was quite an achievement, having never been this far with her before. Allison always got uncomfortable when things escalated beyond a certain point. Today that point was further than usual, but wound down too early for you nonetheless.

"Soon," she whispered in your ear. You couldn't help but smile. After a long year and half of hoping for sex, it seems like your journey is nearing an end. Realizing it already ended, your elation is marred somewhat by thinking how Randall of all people had actually beat her to the punch.

You stroke her hair, gently kissing the top of her head. "Sorry I've been so caught up on things. I hope I haven't been ignoring you."

"Tim. Randall may not be my favorite person in the world, but he's your best friend," she said. "We're all going to have to be there for him. I know you want to spend time with him, but just try to remember to make time for me, too, okay?"

With that, she got up and turned on a DVD. The two of you clambered under the covers and cuddled up together. Within minutes, you are asleep.

You wake up to...