Randall seduces you.

"I'm not really what? A girl?" Randall said, finishing your sentence. "Tim, do I look like a guy?" He slid back off the bed. Standing again, he arched his back, thrusting his mammoth breasts forward. Slowly, Randall reached up to his neck, and began pulling at the strings. Unleashed, Randall's bare chest stood proud and uncovered. Drunk as you were, you still managed to notice the subtle changes his amazing rack. When did his nipples get so damn big? you thought. They were undeniably different, darker still than the last time you had seen them. No longer even slightly pink, but a dark brownish red. The areolas had expanded significantly and were covered in what looked like little goosebumps. The nipple proper had gone from a sizable nub to something much rounder and thicker. The breast itself did not look different much, save for a fullness that simply wasn't there before. Having watched the footage of Miss Card as herself not all that long ago, it was easy to see that Randall's breasts had grown at least a full cup size since then. Possessing an already considerable heft, it was a sight to behold.

You sat quietly, mesmerized by the display.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'. You and I both know that guys don't have tits like these." Randall ran his hands over his breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. He shuddered involuntarily. "God, these have gotten sensitive," he muttered. His tone turned serious for a moment. "Tim, I know this is confusing for you, that it has been confusing for you. It's confusing for me too!"

"I don't really know what to expect from you anymore, Randall," you offered as explanation. "You're still my best friend, but you look like my dream girl. I don't know what to do about it, what you want me to do about it." The truth slipped through your lips unintentionally. Randall must have understood your dilemma, having ample foreknowledge of your predilection for all things Miss Card. It was odd giving voice to something the two of you had been doing your best to ignore.

"I don't know either," lamented Randall. Randall looked at you thoughtfully. "How bout this? Tonight..." He lowered the panties, stepping out of them. Your eyes locked on to his pussy. It was bare, freshly shaved or recently waxed, and you could see a slight hint of moisture. He retook his provocative pose, now wearing nothing but the fishnets and heels. "Tonight... just think of me as your dream girl. I can go back to being your best friend tomorrow."

"But, Randall..."

"Tim, Randall isn't here right now." He grinned at you. "In fact, why don't you just think of me as Miss Card? I guess in a technical sense, I am Miss Card these days," he said whimsically. You weren't entirely sure, but somehow Randall was hitting the right buttons, tapping into your desire for Miss Card, your fantasy. Randall maneuvered onto the bed and crawled to you. His movements fluid and feline.

"You know, Mr. Connors, you are my favorite student," he said, adopting Miss Card's tone and inflection. He continued forward. "Are you ready for your lesson today?" Randall straddled you, his bulbous breasts just inches from your face. Your erection that had been waning now sprung to full attention. "We can start with an... oral exam." His voice oozed sex appeal. You couldn't believe how surreal this all seemed. Randall... no, Miss Card lowered your boxers, bringing her face ever closer to your throbbing member. However, you could almost swear she was saying something. "Just fucking do it... it's for Tim."

Tentatively, she lowered her head. Miss Card planted a rather awkward kiss on the head of your dick, sending a shiver throughout your body. Then, slowly she parted her full, plump lips and took you inch by inch inside her mouth. Surely, this had to be a dream. Only in dreams would Miss Card want to suck your cock. She bobbed her head slowly, every second filled with a greater erotic sensation than the last. Stopping, she rapidly flicked her tongue on the head and made one long lick from the base to the tip. A disgusted look crossed her face and she turned to gag.

After recovering, Miss Card was once again smiling seductively at you. She straddled you once more, this time you feel a your dick pushing against the warm, wet slickness between her legs.

"How about we do an extra credit assignment?" Her dulcet tones were beyond sugary sweet. You couldn't think straight. "Let's begin," she said, and with that, reached between her legs to position you. With one thrust against you, she manages to sink the entirety of your length inside of her, letting out a lustful moan in the process. Miss Card balanced on top of you, her hands gripping your shoulders, forcing you against the bed, and she rhythmically ground her crotch against you. Moments later, rapid fire twitches and loud series of moans signalled her first orgasm.

"Excellent... Work... Mister.... Connors..." she said with bated breath. Miss Card alternated a sensual slow grind with pneumatic bouncing, finding a perfect groove to build your pleasure. Stopping for a moment, she lowered he enormous breasts in your face and started to squeeze your dick with her vaginal muscles. Unable to resist a moment longer, you leaned up, taking an engorged nipple in your mouth. "OOOOooohhh, be gentle, Tim..." she cooed. Your hands began to knead Miss Card's bubble of a butt. Lost in your fantasy, you gave it a playful slap. Miss Card gave a sharp squeal and resumed raising and lowering herself on your rock hard member.

You released the massive teat from your mouth, choosing instead to grab at them with your hands. You gently, you cup and lift them, your hands nearly nearly lost in their feminine fullness. As you watched them bounce with each successive thrust, you took each of her large nipples and tenderly rolled them back and forth between two fingers. Miss Card tossed her head back, her mane of auburn hair flowing behind her and deep groan escaped her lips.

"We have to hurry, Tim," she begged. "Lunch is over and my next class is going to start. They can't catch us like this!"

"Oh, God! Miss Card!" you groaned, grabbing her hips and pulling down toward you. In a sudden motion, she stood up, turned and lowered herself on top of you, reverse cowgirl. You grasped at her hips and you watched your length continually disappear inside of your teacher.

"Oh no! Mr. Hanson is watching us," she cried. "He's going to tell the principal!" Your dick throbbed at the thought. You repositioned yourself and started to feverishly take her from behind. "Take me, Mr. Connors, take me! You can do it!" Her breath was becoming labored. "You're going to get an A! Just come in me..."

You gave a guttural grunt.

"Push it. Push your sperm into my womb. I want to teach with some of you inside of meeee...." Your mind was going blank. "Oh fuck... Tim... my clit... please!" As if on auto-pilot, you reached your arm around and furiously began to rub at Miss Card's crotch. She bucked her hips with abandon and as her vagina began to pulsate in throws of orgasm, you gave one final deep thrust. Your dick shot what felt like an endless load in the fiercest orgasm you had ever had.

You literally collapsed back on the bed. As you did so, the last squirts of semen shot out onto the back and ass of a clearly exhausted Miss Card. You felt thoroughly drained. You entered into a dream-like state and you could tell that sleep was imminent. Suddenly, you saw Miss Card's angelic face above you, her auburn hair streaming toward you.

"Did you have a good time, Tim?" she asked sweetly.

"Of course, Miss Card," you said in a daze. "Can I tell you a secret?" you asked in a loud whisper.

"Hhhmmm?" she asked, lowering her face. When she was only inches away, you suddenly raised your face as well, and placing your hands gingerly on the sides of her gorgeous visage, delivered a passionate, open mouth kiss. As you collapsed back on the bed, you could see look of shock and horror on Miss Card, but at this point, your consciousness was fading and you were too tired too care. As you closed your eyes, you thought of the look on Principal Johnson's face, or maybe it was Mr. Hanson or Sweaty Swanson, as they caught you in the throws of passion with the object of their desire, Miss Laura Card. You had never felt so relaxed or so pleased.

"Oh my God..." were the last words you heard before falling asleep.

****

As you slowly started to come around in the morning, you felt like hell. Your stomach was tossing and turning, your bladder was ready to burst. The sunlight streaming in through the window stabbed at your eyes. Where were you? Is this Randall's room? What am I doing in here? Bits and pieces seemed to come back to you. You basked in the glow of what you assumed was the best dream you had in awhile. In many ways, it felt nostalgic. It had been some time since you last had a Miss Card sex dream like that! Still, something felt off. Were you naked?! You sat straight up. With a sinking feeling, your eyes darted about the room, desperately trying to orient you. As your hangover continued to sink in, you looked over and in bed next to you is...