having lunch with Allison.

Though you hadn't actually re-watched the DVD - having been much too spent after relieving yourself and having drifted off to sleep soon after - the image of Miss. Card (the real Miss. Card) dressed in that spectacular, almost virginal, white lingerie and her mystery lover having sex had been replaying over and over in your head all through the night and into the following day. While it had initially been somewhat a shock to see your now dead History teacher behaving like that, it was also incredibly arousing to say the least. The fact that it wasn't actually Randall you'd been watching this time making it so much easier for you to enjoy what was clearly a very sexually skilled adult woman in one of her most intimate of moments (as opposed to the rather awkward teenage male who now inhabited her body), without all the weird and confusing feelings afterwards. Miss. Card was hot...and had been hot! And whoever that guy was in the DVD was definitely one lucky son-of-a-bitch to experience your sexy teacher in such a way.

I know Randall said she was a bit of a dark horse when it came to sex, you thought to yourself, picturing your supposedly sweet, innocent teacher with her lips wrapped around the mystery man's large cock, gulping down his semen like a total pro, But I never would have believed it till now...

These thoughts were unfortunately interrupted when you heard a voice suddenly say, "Tim...? Hello...Earth to Tim!"

Breaking from your musings, you looked across the cafeteria table and saw your girlfriend, Allison, gazing expectantly at you - having presumably zoned out on her while the two of you were supposed to be having lunch. "Sorry...what?" you asked, returning your focus to her again.

"You kind of spaced out on me there. Are you alright?"

"Uh, yuh-yeah. Sorry. I was miles away."

"I can see that," she smiled, cocking an eyebrow, "You thinking about Randall again?"

"Randall? No...no, of course not," you told her, a little taken aback by the question. Not that you should have been really, seeing as that was where your mind usually was these days and Allison knew it. Now though it was more his body you were focused on, Miss. Card's body in fact - which wasn't something you really wanted to share. "I was just...uhm," you began, grasping for some lie or another, before finally just giving up, "It...it doesn't matter. What were you saying anyway?"

"Well, I was just trying to tell you that Shawna invited us both out bowling tomorrow night, as a sort of double date thing with her and her new boyfriend. You want to go?"

"Tomorrow night?" you questioned, this being the exact same time Randall and Mr. Hanson were supposed to be having their 'date'.

Though that fact really shouldn't have made any difference to your plans, for some reason it did, feeling that perhaps Randall might need you for moral support or something, and that you should really be at home tomorrow night, manning the phone (just to be on the safe side). You also however, didn't exactly want to disappoint Allison either, not now that your relationship was back on the mend. "I...I guess so..." you finally said, somewhat reticently, which Allison of course immediately picked up on.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I know double dates aren't really your thing..." she told you, her disappointed tone suggesting that she never actually expected you to say yes in the first place - having declined many of these kinds of things in the past (due to a lot of her friends being really irritating).

Scrabbling quickly then to save the situation, you replied, "No, it's not that! It's just, uh...her new boyfriend - what uh, what's he like?"

"Bryce? I don't know. He seems okay," she shrugged. "He's not like Randall if that's what you mean."

"I didn't mean that and you know it. I just wanna make sure he's not just some dumb jock like the rest of Shawna's boyfriends."

"They weren't all dumb jocks. Anyway why don't you just wait till you meet him and find out?"

This seemed like a fair enough question, and though it really had nothing to do with your initial **** to head out on Wednesday night, it was the reason you usually dragged Randall along to any kind of outing or party with Allison's friends - not wanting to be stuck on your own with a bunch of people you had absolutely nothing in common with.

Before you could answer however, Allison let out a deep sigh and shook her head. "You need other friends you know, Tim, not just Randall. Your mom might be a bit full on at times but she's right about one thing - students aren't generally best friends with their teachers. Randall is a grown woman now and he's got all of Miss. Card's friends, so you need to get some of your own too. You know...ones you can actually hang out with in public, like a normal person."

"I've...I've got friends," you stuttered defensively, "What about Danny and Chris?"

"Wow. Two friends? And how often do you actually hang around with those guys outside of school? Seriously, Tim, you and Randall were practically joined at the hip, you never made time for anyone else. But now that he's Miss. Card, maybe it's time to start branching out a little more, and actually start spending some time with my friend's for a change. Who knows, you may just like them."

She did have a point, Randall had essentially been your 'wing-man' for the last however many years of school, and although the two of you were very much still friends, it couldn't exactly be like it was now that he was also your teacher. He was going on dates and hanging out with other 'grown ups' and you were pretty much stuck on your own. Why not venture out then without him? You were going to have to get used to it after all...

"You know what, you're right. What the hell...let's go Bowling!"

"Seriously?" Allison replied, a little shocked by your sudden turn around.

"Yeah, sure. It's not like I have anything better to do anyway," you assured her, deciding that your time would be better served having fun with your girlfriend than sitting at home worrying about Randall and Mr. Hanson's date (a date that your slightly lingering jealousy was making such a big deal of).

Seemingly happy with this outcome, Allison then pulled out her phone and beamed, "Excellent. I'll text Shawna then," before quickly getting to work doing just that while you set about finishing off the rest of your lunch.

Once lunch was over and fifth period had been and gone, you made your way towards Government and found Randall there at his desk, in the guise of Miss. Card once more. As with the previous day, the class was spent mostly working in groups again while he got on with whatever studying he had to do. He did this time however move from his desk once or twice to check up on what everyone was doing, and while he did you couldn't help but steal little glances at his incredible backside encased within his tight black skirt, or the wiggle of his sweater clad mounds as he passed. You also couldn't help but be drawn back to thoughts of the 'home movie' you'd watched the night before - still finding it hard to believe that the woman on the DVD was the very same woman in front of you, albeit with a different operator pulling the strings. Compared to Randall's performance as Miss. Card 'sexing it up' on film that you'd seen two days prior (which was also super hot, just in a different way), it was obvious to see that they were worlds apart. Miss. Card being all woman - sultry and wanting - where as Randall was simply trying as best he could to impersonate something he'd seen but never actually experienced.

"Well that was another boring one, huh?" he said once class had finished and everyone had poured their way out the door.

"Yeah, you could say that," you agreed, packing your books into your backpack and heading over towards his desk.

After a brief discussion of how both of your days had gone, Randall inquired about what you'd gotten up to last night, giving you the chance to reveal to him about the secret DVDs you'd found. Rather than just come out and tell him about them though, you decided to keep quiet for now, wanting to 'study' them a little more on your own first (as well as being a little unsure how to broach the subject of you both finding and stealing them in the first place). Instead you made do with telling him about heading to the mall with Allison and about how things were going slightly better now than they had been, joking that he wasn't the only one going on a date tomorrow night.

"Bryce?...Bryce Spencer?" he asked, (after revealing the name of Shawna's boyfriend) an obvious amusement present in his voice, "You're kidding me right? She's actually going out with that idiot?" This didn't exactly bode well, and the fact that Randall then started laughing didn't help matters much either. "Dude, he's totally in one of my classes! He's got to be the dumbest guy I ever met!" he told you, cracking a grin about a mile wide. "Good luck striking up a conversation with that guy. A brick wall would probably be more intelligible!"

This was hardly fitting with Allison's description, and you couldn't help but feel your enthusiasm quickly deflate. "Great. That's just what I needed to hear!"

"Ha ha. Sorry dude, but it's the truth. He's the same kind of moron jock Allison's friend's always seem to chase after. Which makes me wonder why she ever decided to go out with you in the first place. You're not secretly a complete tool too are you?"

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up," you told your smirking friend (his position being little better than your own), "It won't be so funny when 'Mr. Handsome' is sleazing all over you during a fancy dinner! Better pucker those lips up for a goodnight kiss!"

"There is no way in hell that's going to happen!" Randall quickly shot back, looking none too happy with the image, and telling you in no uncertain terms that "I'm not letting some fucking dude kiss me!"