You called Randall later that night to explain your mom's actions.

After helping your mom clean up the dishes you headed upstairs and made a start on your homework, decided once you were about half way through to give Randall a call now that you had his new number. You figured he would probably want to know what was up with your mom not passing on his messages and what her reasoning was, as well just simply wanting another opportunity to chat with your best bud again (now that you were sure that was still very much what he wanted to be). You were also rather curious, and more than a little excited about the mention he'd made in his last text about doing something 'big' this weekend at his apartment, having been unable to get the hazy, drunken vision of his incredible naked body out of your mind, straddling you while you pumped yourself in and out of the slice of heaven that was Miss. Card's vagina - even with all the other distractions that were currently going on.

The two of you had had sex and it had been amazing. You'd lost your virginity to him for God's sake! And although this fact made you feel incredibly guilty ever minute since that you had spent with Allison, and even though you knew it just made everything all the more awkward and confusing, you very much wanted it to happen again - you wanted to have sex with Randall. And seeing as Randall had pretty much indicated that it was more than likely (even if it had been two weeks ago), you were literally ticking the hours down now to when the two of you could be alone again, and in a similar 'parent's free situation'.

Seeing Randall today in fact - doing a near perfect imitation of Miss. Card in class, then speaking to him afterwards - had only increased these feelings all the more, pretty much wiping any thoughts of your actual girlfriend completely from your brain. You knew you should feel bad about this and instead be trying to focus on Allison and getting the two of you into a similar phase in your own relationship, but it was just so hard now. You really liked Allison and she was super hot, but compared to Randall...to Miss. Class, she couldn't even compete. It was like he was suddenly the most awesome package all rolled into one - a best bud who shared all the same interests, liked all the same jokes, and who you could tell just about anything to without any fear of reprisal, wrapped up inside the body of the most gorgeous, voluptuous beauty any man could ever hope to meet. If you really thought about it, Randall was now like the ultimate fantasy girlfriend!

Shaking these thoughts out of your head for the moment though, not really liking to dwell on thoughts of Allison too much, due to how guilty it made you feel (especially as the two of you had barely spoken at all today), you instead grabbed your phone and gave Randall a call, felling a smile immediately appear on your face as he answered.

"Hey, dude, what up?" he asked in Miss. Card's beautiful dulcet tones.

"Hey, Randall,?" you replied, getting quickly to the reason you called, "I just spoke to my mom about why she was blocking all of your calls."

"And...?"

"And I'm sure you can probably guess. She didn't want me distracting you from becoming "Laura Card" and dragging you back into old habits and shit. I think she's worried that if we spend too much time together then you won't properly adjust to your new life as a woman. As well as the fact that she says it's 'not appropriate' for a student to spend so much time with their teacher, blah blah blah..."

"No way!" Randall proclaimed, sounding rather shocked by this, "So she's totally trying to stop us seeing each other?"

While in a way it did sort of seem like that, and while her deception had been incredibly sneaky, you knew from your conversation with her that this wasn't the case at all and that she was simply trying to do what she thought was best for the two of you (even if you didn't see it that way yourself). "Well no, not exactly. She doesn't want us to stop being friends," you told him, before he had a chance to properly fly off the handle, "She just thinks we should spend less time with one another and become more like acquaintances than best buddies. Like you'd be some sort of close family friend."

Randall's response to this was less than surprising, and putting his foot firmly down he said, "Well fuck that, dude! There's no way I'm going to be 'Aunty' Laura. Not after everything we've been through!"

"Yeah, I don't really want that either," you agreed, having had the same reaction yourself. "But you know how my mom is."

"Oh believe me, I know how your mom is." This of course presumably referring to his many grueling hours spent with her as she had tried to transform him into a proper lady.

"I don't really see her changing her mind though. Not for the moment anyway, so I kind of went with it."

Obviously misinterpreting what you had meant, Randall's voice rose again in shock. "What?! Seriously?"

Calming him quickly down, not wanting him to think you were betraying him, you assured him that, "I was just telling her what she wanted to hear, Randall, I didn't mean it." This came as a huge relief to Randall, who started to chuckle. "Good," he laughed (a laugh that you still found incredibly endearing), "Cause after everything that's happened these past three weeks, the last thing I need now is to lose you on top of everything else!"

"Don't worry, you won't," you said, having no intention of going anywhere, "We just have to be a little more subtle around my mom is all."

"Cool. That mean you can still make it over to mine this weekend?"

This was of course a no brainier, and even though you hadn't quite worked out how yet, there was no way you were going to miss out on it, and told Randall as much as thoughts of what may or may not happen once you got there once again began to fill your head.

"Sweet! It'll be nice to just kick back and have some good old fashioned 'Randall and Tim' fun again," Randall told you, sounding rather happy at the prospect of getting a break from his 'Miss. Card' persona and getting to be his regular 18 year old self for a while.

After a brief discussion of what things you could get up to - most of which involved pigging out, playing Xbox, getting drunk and just messing around like you usually did (there being no mention of sex, and you not really feeling comfortable bringing it up - Randal,l then noticing the time, told you, "Anyway, I'd better go for now, dude. I've got stacks of reports and shit to work my way through before bed - the perks of being a teacher - and you've got to get to work figuring out what to tell your mom so she'll let you spend the weekend."

This was very true, you were going to have to come up with some plan of attack to deal with your mom, and agreeing that you'd better get on it, you said your goodbyes, telling your friend that "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yep, fourth period! And don't be late," Randall added rather jokingly, "Or I might just have to give your sorry ass detention!"

Laughing at this, finding the very idea that he actually could now do that if he wanted to weird beyond belief, you told him, "Screw you, dude!" before hanging up the phone and getting back to your homework, still chuckling away to yourself as you did.