I dunno... A bit kind of shallow," he said after a moment, pulling out the 'Brandi card'. "She is friends with Brandi Summers after all, and Christ knows how anyone can actually like her."
"Nah, she doesn't seem like that at all," you told him, pretty sure you'd already gone over this. "She's actually kind of cool."
He didn't look convinced. "Okay, if you say so."
Though you were more than aware he'd always had a disliking for that particular social group - having had a few less than pleasant run ins with them in the past - you would have thought he'd have been a little more open minded now that he was a woman himself. He was your best friend and you really wanted his unbiased opinion on this. Needing to find out if Sean was actually onto something, or if you were just making a big deal out of nothing. Your sexual run ins with Randall's smoking hot body perhaps causing you to now think you were a lot more desirable than you actually were.
"Anyway..." he said, clearly wanting to move on from the subject. Letting out a groan then as a hand reached for his back. "Ooh Jesus. This bra of mine is pinching real bad," he winced, thrusting his chest out. The move immediately grabbing your attention. "I wish those double H cups would hurry up and arrive. My breasts are just so damn big now. Maybe even a little bigger than they were before..." Cupping his hands under them then as if presenting them for your inspection. "Don't you think?"
"Uhm... yuh-yeah, Maybe," you told him, gazing at their magnificence. The material of his red dress molding perfectly to their shape. Feeling your penis again begin to stir.
Running his delicate fingers along their surface, his voice lowered slightly as he continued. "They've got really super sensitive too. I can probably cum now just by having my nipples sucked on." This drawing your gaze back up to his now smiling face. "Something to think about, huh?"
You'd seen that look before just yesterday, inside his class room, and enthusiastically responded, "Definitely!", well aware of what he was insinuating. Picturing those long, thick nipples of his and what it had felt like to suck them, Gretchen Collins having dropped completely from your head. Your thoughts exclusively now on your best friend's impossibly large breasts. Secretly hoping that he would let you reach out and feel them - no matter how dangerous that was with both of your parents downstairs.
That didn't happen unfortunately, and instead, Randall merely gave each one a gentle squeeze as he turned his body from side to side, allowing you to catch sight of his impressive projection. Teasing you no end as your levels of arousal continued to rise.
"Right, well I'd better get back to the party," he announced, putting an abrupt end to this show. His hands leaving his chest and giving you a little clap on the shoulder. "After all, Alex is a-waiting..."
If you hadn't felt jealous of Alex before, you certainly did now. Watching as Randall's perfect backside sashayed its way back out of your room. It almost appearing like he was deliberately exaggerating the swing of his hips for added effect. Fuck! Why can't that be me down there? You were confined to your room however and had to try and amuse yourself with other things - Facebook and Gretchen no longer holding quite the same appeal now after listening to Randall talk about his breasts. Wishing he might sneak back up again and tell you to take him, right there on your bed. Wanting to feel those heavy orbs in your hands again while you plunged yourself deep into his hot and welcoming vagina. Sex with Randall being almost like crack cocaine. You just wanted it more and more. It being hard at time to think about anything else.
Disappointingly, this didn't happen, and your occasional foray into the hallway to listen in to what was happening downstairs offered up little more than laughter over some lame joke, or tidbits of conversation about house prices or politics. Nothing that really held your interest.
After they had all left, about an hour or so later (Randall having accepted the offer to share a cab with Alex and his mom), you finally ventured back down, overhearing just how happy your mother now appeared with herself. Giggling a little drunkenly with your father about how "well that went" and what a "cute couple Laura and Alex make". Very much hoping that this initial meeting would lead to more.
"I don't know, Jenn," your father replied as he helped her clear away the glasses, being slightly more of a realist. "Its not really been all that long since the accident. Don't you think it's a little too soon for the boy... I mean, for Laura to be thinking about all this kind of stuff?" This brief little drunken slip up revealing that even now your dad hadn't fully turned his back on who Randall really was.
Not that your mother was hearing any of this. Taking the complete opposite view. "Nonsense," she scoffed. "You've seen how well she's adapted. She's like an entirely different person now. Besides it will do her good to have someone else in her life. Someone to replace (you half expected to hear your name here) that no good father of hers. You don't want her to be on her own forever do you?"
"No of course I don't. But we need to let her go at her own pace. Plus, she's still got Tim remember."
That's right. He does, you agreed, cheering your father on from your hidden spot behind the doorway, wishing your mom could actually see this.
"That's hardly the same anymore, Paul, and you know it. Tim is Laura's student now, and yes, occasionally she's allowed him to stay over when he's been helping with the house, but they are hardly what you'd call close."
You almost felt like storming in there and telling her, "That's what you think!" Being closer to Randall now, in a way, than you'd ever been before - at least in a sexual sense.
The conversation was just too depressing to listen to though, so instead you returned to your room and decided to head to bed. For once wanting the weekend to be over quickly so that you could get back to school and to detention. Praying that Coach Mullins would have a lot more jobs for Bryce to do so that you could get up to some more fun and games with your busty teacher.
Sunday came and went then and your mother was apparently rather pleased with Randall's new abode after her visit. The two of you having adequately fooled her into thinking you'd been working there for weeks instead of a single afternoon. As for what happened with Alex, all you got out of Randall through texts was that he seemed like a decent enough guy, but that he had no further plans to see him, much to your relief. As for Monday, it started well enough, with you bumping into Gretchen again during lunchtime. The two of you having a brief conversation about what you'd done over the weekend - though you were still entirely unsure how exactly to read this. Was she just being friendly, or was it more? And even if it was more, were you ready for that again? You hadn't been broken up with Allison all that long ago and you did have this whole occasional fuck buddy thing going on with Randall. Was dating someone else even a viable option these days? After all, you could still remember how bad you'd felt 'cheating' on Allison...
Hell, I probably am just imagining things, you told yourself after saying bye to Gretchen. Spotting Randall headed down the corridor towards you. Having witnessed the exchange.
"Miss. Card," you smiled.
"Mr. Connors," he replied, walking quickly past you. Your meetings anywhere but in his classroom usually being rather fleeting.
As for Bryce, you hadn't actually seen him yet today, so still held out hope that Coach would have need for him after school. Spending the remainder of the day what you and Randall might get up to if he did. Being rather curious to find out whether or not Randall would continue that incredibly thrilling little bit of role play or not.
The answer sadly was no, he wouldn't. At least not the type of role play you'd been after. Walking into detention to find Bryce sitting behind his usual desk.
"Hey, bro. Another week, another hour of shitty detention, huh?"
"Yeah, looks that way," you sighed. Feeling rather dejected.
Being shushed by Randall then - in hard-ass, no nonsense mode, instead of the sexy and seductive one you'd been after - you sat yourself down and got on with it. Being shit out of luck, at least for today. Or at least you thought you were... feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket about fifteen minutes later. Pulling it out to discover you'd been sent a text message by none other Randall himself, who, when you looked up, was still apparently busying himself marking papers. Opening up the message, being careful not to be seen - it being a weird feeling having to hide the fact that you'd just received a text from the very person who had sent it - you discovered it was a photo. A photo that not only made you gasp with surprise, but nearly cry out, No way!
It was a nipple, and not just any nipple - it was Randall's! You'd recognize it anywhere... It's light brown coloring. The various little crinkles and goosebumps that covered its wide areola. As well as, most importantly of all, the thick rounded little nub that was peering out over the frilly lace of a cream colored bra. Looking so damn arousing and suckable that you really wanted to wrap your lips around it right now.
"Mr. Connors!" Randall's voice suddenly barked, causing you to jump. "You know there's no phones allowed in the classroom. Turn that thing off right now!"
"Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss." you quickly apologized, stashing it back into your pocket. Not even realizing till after you had that he was quite clearly messing with you. Catching just the slightest little hint of a smirk on his face as he returned again to his papers.
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