Seeming chipper again, Randall acts like it never happened.

"Phew, I really needed that!" Randall said, stepping out of the bathroom, looking a heck of a lot perkier now than when you'd last seen him. "Being old enough to get drunk whenever you want is cool and all, but I could really do without the morning hangover!"

This took you a little by surprise, having not really known what to expect once he stepped out of the shower, but certainly not this!

Ignoring for the moment the fact that he was stood there with nothing but a towel wrapped around his still slightly wet, glistening body - not knowing really how else to respond - you awkwardly mumbled, "Uh, yuh-yeah...Mines pretty bad too."

"Well that's no surprise - you are a bit of a lightweight!" he chuckled, his face breaking into a typical 'Randall' grin, leaving you all the more confused and at a complete loss for words. Randall on the other hand didn't seem to have this problem at all, and was in fact acting exactly like he always did. "Anyway. I'm just gonna go throw on some clothes. Then what say we take a ride and go pick up a few things for the new house? The sooner we get all the boring necessary shit out of the way the better!"

Holy crap, seriously?! you thought to yourself as you listened to him, not quite believing what it was you were hearing. Was he seriously gonna pretend like nothing even happened? That the two of you didn't just have sex? It certainly seemed that way.

With Randall waiting on a reply, you snapped yourself from your thoughts and told him, "Uhm, yeah. Sure.That...uh, that sounds like a plan!" trying to match Randall's almost flippant casualness with you own.

"Cool. Be back in a min then."

Disappearing again into his room, you were left standing there not quite sure exactly what to think. Having sex with Randall had been incredible! Better than incredible even - it had been amazing and you very much wanted to do it again, and again, and again. That being said, what with you both being sober, as well as the way Randall had avoided any discussion or eye contact during the actual act itself, you weren't exactly sure what it meant for your relationship going forward. This wasn't just some drunken experiment like the previous time, Randall had clearly and very purposefully used your body to get himself of - which was what had made it all feel so weird. He was your best friend and you'd just fucked him! Things couldn't really get more awkward and complicated than that.

Perhaps it was no wonder then that he was carrying on like everything was normal between you two, when clearly it was not. How do you make a joke about offering your body up for sex and getting your best friend to ride you to orgasm and then just move on? You couldn't really. It'd just be too...too...well too damn weird!

"Shit! Things can never just be easy can they?" you said to yourself, having just had the most amazing sex with your dream woman (this time while completely lucid), and now being unable to properly appreciate it because of just who that woman was.

Letting out a sigh and collapsing down onto the couch, your head was now filled with all sorts of questions that you weren't sure you'd ever get answered. Had it been entirely for your benefit or had Randall enjoyed it also? (it certainly seemed that he had at the time) Would he even want to do it again, or did his lack of acknowledgment clearly indicate that he had regretted every minute of it? Also, come to think of it, how exactly did it make you feel?

Deciding not to dwell on any of this stuff though, glad that you'd actually gotten the opportunity to experience sex with Miss. Card's body even if it wasn't quite what you'd imagined, you pulled yourself back up off the couch and returned to your cleaning. If Randall obviously didn't want to talk about it then you certainly weren't going to bring it up. The ball was firmly in his court, just as it had been before. He was the one with the vagina after all, and he was your best friend. Messing things up now really wasn't an option...

About fifteen minutes later then, after having managed to clear up most of the mess the two of you had caused (at least in the living room area), Randall appeared again - now dressed in a plain white tank top and a pair of jeans, with his long hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. "Cheers for doing that by the way, dude," he said, as he walked into the room, "It's a real pain having to clean up after myself now that I live alone."

"I'll bet. You're not exactly the tidiest person in the world," you told him, trying to act as naturally as you could and not focus too much on the voluptuous body making it's way towards you. "Anyway, what happened to just being a min?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. You have no idea how much goes into getting ready as a chick," he replied, pointing towards his head, "Getting all this freaking hair dried and brushed alone takes like ten minutes!"

"I guess that's the downside of having long hair. It always takes Allison like forever to do hers as well..." You paused for a moment after you said this, this little reminder of your girlfriend bringing those feelings of guilt you'd had before back to the fore. You might not have really spent all that much time together over the last couple of days, but you were still her boyfriend and once again you'd cheated on her (kind of) with Randall.

Possibly sensing this himself, Randall cleared his throat and quickly moved the conversation on, presumably feeling some discomfort himself but trying not to show it. "Anyway, you ready to go? I thought we could maybe pick up some food while we're out...seeing as we've already missed breakfast."

"Yeah, sure," you replied, refocusing your thoughts. This weekend was supposed to be about fun and...well furniture, best to just keep it to that for the moment. What was that saying after all - 'out of sight, out of mind'? "Speaking of which, where exactly are we going anyway?" you asked him, curious about the protocol, "Do I need to be all like Yes, Miss. Card. No, Miss. Card. Whatever you say, Miss. Card, again when we're in public?"

Grabbing his purse off the kitchen counter, as well as his car keys, Randall shook his head. "Nah, I thought of that. There's this home furnishings store my Dad took me to once to get Alice a new dining room table. It's about an hour or so drive out of town, but it means we won't have to worry about 'being in character' or any of that shit while we're there."

Thinking this was a pretty sound idea and telling him as much, Randall immediately replied with one of his patented smirks, telling you as he tapped at Miss. Card's forehead, "What can I say? This pretty little head here isn't just for show you know!"

While Randall then made a few final checks and figured out all the stuff he was going to need to get, you made a quick pit stop to the bathroom yourself to wash off some of the evidence of your own hangover, feeling a little uneasy still about the obvious elephant in the room, but glad at least that the two of you could still keep up a reasonable veneer of normality. You did still somewhat wish though that you knew what Randall was thinking (especially while washing the very thing that had not long before been pumping it's way in and out of his body), but as you weren't prepared to ask him about it, and as you had today and Sunday ahead of you still, you resolved yourself once again to not worrying about and just see how things played out - even if the extremely vivid image of Miss. Card's big juicy ass bobbing up and down below you was still very much prevalent in your brain.

Thankfully once were in the car and on the road with the radio blaring away, just shooting the shit like you usually did, things somehow managed to slip back into a normal gear (or at least as normal as it got for the two of you now). You also finally allowed yourself to steal a few glances of the body you'd been so desperately trying to ignore for the last half hour or so - Randall's choice of clothing while suitably casual, still showing just enough to catch the eye. The fact alone that you could so clearly make out the details of his bra beneath the overly stretched white material, as well as see both creamy domes rising out of the top - almost as if they were running out of space - reminding you again that his already huge boobs had somehow actually grown.