"I mean, some of it is still a little hazy what with all the booze we drunk, " he continued, rubbing at his head a little (indicating that he wasn't the only one feeling a little worse for ware this morning), before suddenly becoming a lot more animated, "...But fuck me if it wasn't a heck of a lot of fun! I can't believe a woman's body can actually feel that good! When you were licking at my clit and eating me out - Jesus! It was like I was in heaven or something!...And as for actually having a cock inside me - inside my body - well, I've never really had any gay thoughts before, but after last night, I can totally see the appeal!"
Hearing him enthusiastically say all this while sitting in front of you still half naked was positively surreal, and as hard as it was to currently focus, you very much got the impression that unlike you, he didn't regret a thing. "So, you...you're like okay with it all then?"
"Yeah. It was fucking awesome, dude!" he said, not even pausing for a second, "I felt like I was a porn star or something! It was so hot and felt so good, no matter how weird the actual situation was. How, don't you?"
"Well...I uh, I don't know really..." you awkwardly replied, managing to pull your gaze from his chest for a few seconds as you looked away. This was your best friend of the last 13 years you'd just had sex with after all, and he used to be a dude. It was really weird.
Randall didn't seem to buy this however and let out a loud snort. "Oh come on, Tim, don't even try and pretend. You got to fuck Miss. Card's super smoking body...and not just once, but twice! You had your mouth buried in this pussy and got to suck on these tits - things we'd both fantasized about doing for like ever!" This was certainly true and while he said it you couldn't help but peer back round just in time to see him push the duvet down, just enough to display the dark red strip of pubic hair before grabbing at those two mouthwatering looking melons again, a knowing smirk appearing on his face as he did. "Don't try and tell me you enjoy losing your virginity every bit as much as I did."
"Yeah...well obviously I did," you admitted (that part really going without saying). "It was amazing!...As much as I can remember of it that is. My head's still a little fuzzy..."
Letting out a chuckle and looking even more smug now, Randall replied, "Obviously you can't hold your booze as well as Miss. C could, cause I actually feel alright. Maybe not quite 100%, but way better than after that night at Arron Sanderson's house when we got totally shit faced - and we drank a heck of a lot more last night than then!"
"Lucky you," you groaned, grabbing at your head, "I feel like I've got a freaking jackhammer going off inside my skull." feeling rather jealous of this fact. Not only did Randall get the smoking hot, voluptuous female body as well as his own car, apartment and a life away from controlling parents, now it seemed he even got a better deal when it came to hangovers...not to mention orgasms (from what you remembered from last night). Not that this was something you really wanted to dwell on, instead trying to focus your mind on the many conflicting emotions that were still rampaging through your mind, very much wanting to deal with that.
"Anyway, don't you feel kind of strange having done all that last night?" you asked, getting the subject back on track, positive that Randall couldn't be telling the whole truth. "What with us being friend's...and you less than a week ago a guy?"
"I dunno. Maybe a little I guess," he shrugged, "But that still doesn't make up for how awesome it felt. I mean I was fucking riding you like a maniac! I don't even know what the hell came over me. Must be all these female hormones."
"Yeah, well it might all be okay for you with your female hormones and stuff, but I just had Allison on the phone. I had to just pretend like we stayed up last night watching movies, not that we...well you know, fucked!"
"Probably a wise move. I'm not exactly sure she'd be thrilled."
"No kidding! I fucking cheated on her, dude! Do you know how guilty that makes me feel?"
Clearly he didn't, brushing off your worries by telling you to just "Relax, Tim. It's not that big of a deal. We were just fooling around. It's not like I'm some other chick or something...(pausing for a moment to laugh off his obvious error) Well, you know what I mean. I'm your friend. Friend's joke around and have fun all the time. I wouldn't exactly call hanging out with your friend cheating, would you?"
"But we weren't just hanging out, Randall - we had sex!" you told him, becoming a little frustrated and yet amazed by how unaffected he seemed by all this. Sure he'd never really had much in the way of a relationship like you'd had with Allison (his last girlfriend, Tara, having broken up with him well over two years ago and that basically only lasting about two months) but still, you'd have thought he'd have some sort of empathy for your plight - as well seeing what you'd done last night as being more than just 'two friend's joking around'. It wasn't as if the two of you ending up in bed together was a common occurrence after all.
"Yeah, but not because we're like into each other or anything," he explained, having an answer for this too, "It was just like physical. Two buddies helping each other out and having a heck of a time doing it!"
"So what, like fuck buddies you mean?"
"Exactly. We're like fuck buddies! Like in movies and stuff. It doesn't change anything between you and Allison. It just makes hanging out with me a lot more fun." You vaguely recall him saying something like this effect last night when you'd drunkenly agreed to go along with it all, in the first place and while it did make a kind of sense - after all, it was just his body that got you so turned on, not Randall himself (a body that you lusted after even when you were with Allison) - you still couldn't quite shake the fact that it was still wrong, no matter what your currently twitching hard on and overworked hormones were trying to tell you.
"Speaking of which," Randall then smiled, indicating between his legs where a hand had suddenly found it's way and was gently rubbing back and forth, "this pussy could sure use another workout if you're up for it. I kinda want to experience the whole thing again...only this time sober."
"Dude, are you kidding me?" you squeaked, fighting every urge in your body and remembering what the phone call from your girlfriend had just been about, "My mom and Allison are on there way here! We've only got like half an hour!"
This news quickly transformed Randall's enthusiastic, super suggestive expression to one of displeasure, as he removed the hand from his crotch and loudly groaned, "Shit! Well that certainly puts a dampener on things," not sounding too thrilled by this at all. "I suppose that means I'm going to have to sit through another round of your mom teaching me the ways of 'women's things' and stuff - (adding sarcastically) That's gonna be fun!"
"Exactly. So we've got to get up and dressed and get this whole place cleaned up before they get here. You know what my mom's like."
"Don't I just," he mumbled as you then set about locating your boxers on the floor (feeling a lot more bashful now about Randall seeing your naked body than you had last night). Just as you found them, wedged half way beneath the bed, you heard Randall's voice suddenly pick up a little as he mused, "Half an hour eh...? You know that might leave us just a little time for round two if we're quick...which I know you are!"
As he started chuckling away to himself, you immediately shot back with, "Seriously?" not quite believing he was actually suggesting now of all times, before then addressing his little dig at your performance last night, "And that's not fair, dude! It was my first time and you're a woman so it's different for you."
"I know, I'm just joking," he chuckled, giving you a playful little punch on the arm, "But what do you say? You wanna have a quickie before they get here or what?"
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