You find it way too difficult to concentrate and have to say something.

Despite your best efforts however, you found it nigh on impossible and could barely focus on the game at all.

"Jesus, dude, this is too easy!" Randall proclaimed a round or two later, your score very much reflecting your current state of mind. "Are you actually trying to lose on purpose? Cause you're certainly playing like you are."

"Yeah, sorry... I'm kind of a little distracted." you apologized, realizing that you'd been staring in his direction more than at the actual screen. Not that he'd noticed of course, seemingly having had no problem focusing his attention.

"No kidding. And here's me thinking you couldn't get any worse. Shame you couldn't come up with that excuse the last 100 other times I've beat you!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." you sighed, lacking the energy to even try and make a jokey comeback.

Noticing this, as well as finally cottoning on your apparent lack of interest in the game, Randall then decided to take a different tact, asking if you wanted to play something else instead. "Or we could maybe watch another DVD if you'd prefer?"

You of course had no interest in playing or watching anything else, it not really being the game that was the problem but him and hesitated for a moment as you wrestled with whether or not it would be a good idea just to tell him. Deciding that you probably should, it being just too difficult trying to pretend that his body, added to the fact that you'd just had sex, was driving you completely up the wall, you finally came clean and told him, "Nah, it's... It's not the game or anything," stuttering slightly as you worked up the actual courage. "It's just... Well, it's just that... Shit, dude, are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Say what?" Randall replied, sounding confused. He was either putting on a hell of a show pretending like he didn't know, or this whole thing genuinely didn't phase him.

"Randall, for Christ sake!" you blurted, "We just had sex..." The words turning into almost an embarrassed whisper as they left your mouth.

Though actually saying this out loud was somewhat of an ordeal for you, Randall's response was a lot more restrained. "Uh... I know," he said, very matter of factly. "I was there, remember." as if missing the point completely. "What's that got to do with you sucking at video games?"

You were on a roll however. The train had well and truly left the station and there was no way in hell you were turning it back now. "Well it's pretty fucking hard to concentrate on getting head shots and shit after that just happened. I mean seriously dude, we had sex! Shouldn't we like talk about it or something?"

"Talk about it? What's there to talk about?" Randall shrugged. "We fooled around up there and now we're down here. I don't really see what else there is to say."

"Well, I... I uh... I mean it's a pretty big jump from one to the other, dude. And God knows the last thing I want is us pretending like it never happened again. Don't you think there's things to discuss?"

"But I thought we already got everything out in the open upstairs. We're buddies. We scratch each others back's. It's not like we're in a relationship or anything."

"I know that." you told him, having no allusions to the contrary (this whole situation being confusing enough as it was without adding another level). Sure you found him attractive, you got on like gangbusters and you fantasized about him a hell of a lot, but he was your best friend. Actually being boyfriend and girlfriend... Man, that'd be weird!

Shaking the though from your head, you continued on with your train of thought as best you could, basically pouring your entire heart out. "It's just... Well I don't know how it is for you but I'm finding this whole thing pretty hard to get straight in my head. I just ate my best friend's pussy out like less than twenty minutes ago and then we fucked like rabbits. It's not exactly normal for me, you know? So excuse me for actually wanting to talk about it."

Admitting this thankfully seemed to do the trick, finally breaking through Randall's nonplussed facade. "No, you're right. I'm sorry," he told you, his expression softening as fully turned to face you. "This whole thing definitely isn't normal." Putting his controller down then, he let out a deep sigh and asked,"So, what do you want to discuss?"

"Well for starters, was... I mean, is this gonna be like a regular thing? Sex I mean. Are we gonna do it like every time I come over?"

"Dude, come on. How am I supposed to answer that?"

"Please, Randall. I need to know. I don't wanna be on edge the whole time, waiting for something that isn't going to happen."

"Then no, probably not every time," he told you, trying to be as honest as he could. "Just because I'm a woman now and sex feels fucking good, doesn't mean I'll want it at the drop of a hat."

Though this was pretty much the answer you'd been expecting, you still couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Sex with Randall was so awesome that if it were up to you, you'd be jumping on him every five minutes. It wasn't up to you though and you had to remind yourself that he was still a person now, not some porn nympho who's only job was to service you.

"Think of it kind of like playing COD. When we both feel like playing, we'll play, and when we don't, we'll do something else. We're still best friends first after all... Right?" There was a real sense of urgency to this question, Randall clearly fearing exactly what you yourself had just been thinking.

"Of course. No, totally." you assured him, feeling rather guilty now (glad at least to have gotten any kind of answer). It was no wonder he was happy just to do it and move on. He still just wanted his best friend to hang with.Sex was just another casual past time for him, like video games or watching movies. He wasn't spending every moment the two of you were together lusting after your body the way you were his. There just wasn't the same physical attraction.

Relieved to hear that you were still putting your friendship first, Randall then picked up his XBox controller again and turned back towards the screen, assuming the conversation to be done. "So, we all good now?"

Your answer however was the opposite of what he was expecting, having a lot more questions you'd been wanting to ask about the sex. "Kind of. I guess..." you told him, not entirely sure if they were all that appropriate now after what had just been discussed.

"You guess?" Randall asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm just having a hard time looking at you now, you know, like that, without thinking about what we did," you admitted, trying to give some context as you motioned with your eyes down towards his jutting tits and panty covered crotch, feeling your face flush red with embarrassment as you did. "Miss. Card's body is just so fucking hot!"

Following your gaze with his own, his face broke into an ultra smug grin as he looked back up. "Oh, so we're back to the whole teasing thing are we?" he chuckled, reveling in this for a moment as he teased you, "You maybe want me to put the sweats back on?"

"No! God, no!" you replied, this answer causing Randall's grin to grow.

"I didn't think so."

Soldering on with the point you'd been trying to get to, needing desperately to get this out before you lost your nerve, you continued, "It's just upstairs, when we were going at it, and you... you know, orgasmed. Dude, that was about the most insane thing I've ever seen! Not even professional porn stars put on a performance like that." This was something you'd been incredibly anxious to talk about ever since you'd watched him cum, having thought better of it earlier but figuring you wouldn't get a more opportune moment than now.

"Yeah, that was pretty sweet." Randall smiled, losing a little of his smugness but none of his pride. "Multiple orgasms - one of the benefits of having a vagina."

The expression on his face made you even eager to find out more, asking then the question you'd been absolutely dying to know for the last half hour. "What does that feel like?"

"Wow. That's a pretty hard one to describe." he told you, a little taken aback for once. "There's nothing really I can think of to compare it to. Except maybe that moment just as you cum as a guy, but it's so much more intense and lasts much, much longer. It's not just in your pussy either. It's as if your entire body is being flooded by wave after wave of pleasure, each orgasm building off the next. It's pretty fucking wild!"

"Jesus! It sure does sound it." you agreed, somewhat in awe of Randall's description, the enthusiasm with which he spoke indicating that he definitely wasn't lying.

"Certainly makes up for all the freaking maintenance and shit," he joked, removing the hand from that had absentmindedly found its way between his legs while he'd been talking, "And it kinda makes you look at girls in a different light. Just imagine it, every single woman in the world can potentially experience that shit. Miss. Esposita. My bitch of a step mom. Your mom. Even that drunk old crone Mrs.Naismith!"

"Eugh, God." you groaned, shivering at the unpleasant mental picture, "That's really not something I want to think about."

"It's true though. It might take a little more effort to get there, but chicks definitely got the better deal when it comes to cumming!"

It certainly seemed that way, and listening to him talk about it (heck even watching him do it) did make you envious. Only slightly though. You definitely weren't ready to go through what Randall had just for the chance to orgasm as a girl.