Wearily, you walked into your room and tossed your bag aside, flopping down on your bed. In of itself your day had not been a long one, it was the tasks of tomorrow which left you tired and irritable. Randall confirming your suspicion that Bryce was just another jock flunky made the prospect of hanging out with him made tomorrow seem... annoying. You were trying your best to keep an open mind, but unfortunately, that was easier said than done. Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself that you were doing this for Allison. For your relationship. After the previous week of essentially not existing, things were finally starting to look up again. And I'm never going to make any friends if I'm just waiting on Randall... you reasoned. It's my senior year, dammit! I don't want to spend it as a loner who's too busy hoping to hang out with his "teacher" to have any fun! It still hurt to think that Randall's "****" had basically crippled the plans you had made for your last year of high school. Though you knew better, as he was still very much alive in some form, socially that was very much the case. You thought about Danny and Chris. You used to hang out with them all the time... After Randall "died", they had become more withdrawn from you. You definitely needed to get back out there socially, but Bryce Spencer wasn't really what you had in mind. Maybe Sean might want to hang out? you wondered. You guys were getting along well in lifting and he seemed to be into games. He wasn't Randall, that was for sure, but you could definitely imagine yourself being friends.
Thinking of Randall, you were glad that you had a distraction for tomorrow evening, even if it was going to be somewhat unpleasant. Despite his insistence that no funny business was going to take place on his "date", part of you couldn't help but worry. Mr. Hanson seemed like a nice guy and from what you heard, was a great teacher. Thinking about the way the girls swooned over his good looks didn't bring you any comfort. The bastard! you thought. Easier to be angry than to admit you were jealous. Why would you be jealous anyway? You were dating the hottest girl in school! Randall was your best friend. The fact that he was now an adult woman and your teacher no less, shouldn't change anything. Even as you rationalized that, you knew that you were lying to yourself. Miss Card's body had changed everything. Having the opportunity to see the body unclothed and in all its glory had made it difficult, if not impossible, to concentrate in class. It was a constant temptation AND a constant reminder of... You wiped those thoughts from your mind. The point was, it wasn't the same for you. What worried you more was that it wasn't the same for Randall.
Little by little, things were changing in various ways. You suspected that being in a completely different body, let alone a different sex, would be enough to change a person, but Randall had to spend more time pretending to be Miss Card than himself. He was hanging out with other people, adult people. Going clubbing, going on dates. Most of the time, you trusted that Randall was going to be Randall and that the two of you would be best friends as always, just as he reassured you. Times like this, where he is going on a date, a real date, with a man, you worried that he was becoming more of an adult. More of a woman. If that were true, what if Randall ended up dating some guy? What would that mean for you? The thought of just being 'some kid' to your lifelong best friend was horrifying. You didn't think it would really end up that way, but when Randall did undeniably womanly things, you couldn't help it.
Conversely, you didn't mind some of his more womanly behaviors. This twist of fate had helped fulfill something that you assumed would always be a pipe dream, sleeping with Laura Card. Watching the DVD that you had pilfered from Miss Card's apartment had confirmed one thing, Miss Card's body was capable of some pretty incredible things. The raw sexuality she exuded with her unknown partner was mystifying. Randall never moved like that. In fact, even when you had seen her yourself, Miss Card never gave any hint of her primal, sexual nature. You also couldn't stop thinking about that outfit she had been wearing. With Randall all packed and moved, you wondered if he had found it somewhere. Better yet, you wondered if you could convince him to put it on.
All this thinking about Miss Card had succeeded in stirring your own passions. Sitting up on the bed, you looked over at your computer, the DVD still in the drive. You had previously resolved to not watch anymore until you told Randall about it, but with your blood running hot, the thought of its contents were luring you away from the idea. The video they made had been better than the best porn you'd ever seen. Though less explicit, there was no denying Miss Card's natural endowments were arousal inducing.
Eager to see more, you sat back in the chair and opened the file. Finding where you left off, you still could not believe how much stamina the guy in the video had. Miss Card had blown him and followed that up with sex against the wall. That was more than enough for an average guy. You would be spent. Yet, here he was still thrusting away for a third consecutive time. It was unbelievable. If there was anyone to keep you going like that, no doubt in your mind, it was certainly Laura Card.
A lusty moan emanated from her, full of passion and desire. Her long pink nails scratched at the man's back and she leaned up, biting his shoulder. It seemed that Miss Card was well on her way to another orgasm. Suddenly, he released himself from her clutches and stood at the edge of the bed. There was a hint of frustration in her beautiful brown eyes, though her face had a very "hungry" look up on.
Smiling he said, "You know what I want." He didn't move, his stance was confident.
Obediently, Miss Card rolled over and got on all fours. You sat up in your chair. There was a certain familiarity to the way she was moving, spreading her legs, presenting herself to him. The man gave a stiff swat to heart shaped ass before him. Miss Card yelped, a fine mixture of pleasure and surprise. Instead of immediately reinserting himself, he used his cock to tease her. He poked and prodded her vagina, using his erect member to trace along its shape, running the head down the fine crease of her lips. The affect was clearly evident. She started to buck her hips, trying in vain to get him inside of her. The man chuckled playfully, and you could hear the distinct sound of a "tsk, tsk".
"Please, John..." she begged. "You're killing me..." Her voice grew whiny, pleading.
"Please, what, Laura?"
"Please...Please, fuck me, John," Miss Card said in a husky whisper. "I'm yours... Take me. I need it." You could feel your hair, and your own cock stand on end. You couldn't believe how needy Miss Card appeared, or how sexy. With all of her sexy appeal, let alone skill, it was hard to imagine why Miss Card would need to beg anyone for anything, especially sex.
Grabbing her wide hips, John smoothly slid into her, both of them groaning at the sensation. From the view of the camera on the dresser, you could see Miss Card's large breasts swinging from the movement, the pillowy cheeks of her ass rippling as her lover passionately drove himself repeatedly inside her. Occasionally, John delivered an increasingly number of spanks, Miss Card issuing her approval in the delighted mixture of wanton moans and groans, her tones practically sing-song. After several minutes, they finally finished.
"One more?" Miss Card whispered, playfully.
John laughed. "You kinda wore me out there. I don't know how much help I'm going to be."
"Lean back," she said, excitedly. "You just let me worry about that." She straddled him, grinding her crotch against him. She cupped her magnificent mammaries. "You didn't show the girls enough attention. Maybe you can kiss and make up..." The man leaned up and extended his tongue, slowly rolling it around her areolas, eventually drawing one of Miss Card's delectably thick nipples into his mouth. Miss Card seemed to alternate between slow, sensuous movements and sharp, quick pops of her pelvis. Her constant love noises spiraled in pitch, until she collapsed completely on top of John.
Unable to put off your own orgasm any longer, you quickly and purposefully relieved yourself. Flopping back down on the bed in the wake of your orgasmic afterglow, you made a mental note to yourself to make a copy of the disc before returning it to Randall. You enjoyed the show too much to part with it completely.
John... You were curious about who this guy was, where he had gone. All you had as far as details were concerned was that he lived out of town, presumably far away, and his name, as common as it could possibly be. You knew that you would eventually have to show this to Randall. You had to. You wondered what he would make of it. You weren't too sure what you thought about it yourself. Miss Card was a sex goddess, that was for sure.
However, as you continued to ruminate on your former teacher's otherworldly beauty, a nagging thought succeeded in pushing its way into your mind. Randall is Miss Card now. There was something freeing about watching that voluptuous body in action, knowing that a woman was at the helm. Nowadays, it was impossible to think about that body and not think about Randall. Miss Card was that sexually capable. Were those abilities, instincts and desires buried in Randall's subconscious mind somewhere? The idea of Randall behaving that way, especially with some rock solid Adonis tied neatly together with your other worries and formed a rock in the pit of your stomach.
The next day, you talk to Randall...
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