"Where do you think?" he asked as he started to do a rather ridiculous looking dance in the seat beside you, "Back to my place to get this party started of course!"
"Started? Looks like it's already in full swing!" you laughed, starting up the car and pulling then out of the driveway. "Just how many glasses of wine did you have exactly?"
Scoffing somewhat at this question, Randall replied, "What? Can't a girl enjoy herself?" laughing a little himself as accused you of being jealous - seeing as you had another full three years to wait until you could legally do the same.
"Well maybe..." you told him with a smirk, "..or maybe I'll only have to wait another twenty minutes or so till we get to yours." referring of course to the booze Miss. Card already had stocked in her kitchen (as well as some stuff Randall had told you he'd also bought for this very occasion).
"Hm, I dunno about that, Tim. I am a respectable adult now and I'm not sure Jenny would be happy about you drinking."
"Fuck off, dude! You're such an ass!"
"No. I have an ass," Randall corrected, grinning away at you, "And your eyes were all over it back there, you little perv!"
He admittedly had you there, having managed for the most part to avoid paying any attention to him whatsoever during the barbeque, but it being next to impossible the whole time - the lure of those two succulent looking globes of firm, toned flesh being just too strong (as with the rest of Miss. Card's incredible body).
Having no excuse then, all you could do was shrug. "Can you blame me?"
"Nope, that I can't," Randall chuckled, knowing all to well how much you lusted after his body - having and still doing the exact same thing himself.
Deciding then to turn the conversation onto other things as you left your street and hit one of the main roads, you recalled something you'd overheard Randall and your mom talking about outside, something that you were now very curious to know.
"Anyway, what was all that earlier, when you were talking about dudes and my mom giving some guy your number?"
This question came as a somewhat of a surprise to Randall, who genuinely seemed rather taken aback.
"Wait...You heard that?" he said, looking more than a little confused, "How the hell..."
Admitting that, "I was in the hot tub when you came outside. But I uh...I didn't want mom to know I was listening in so I headed back inside before you saw me." you couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed for essentially spying on the two of them (even though it wasn't exactly your fault).
"Jesus! Not only are you a perv, you're a total eavesdropper too!" Randall thankfully laughed, not making too much of a big deal, though admittedly sounding a little embarrassed himself. "That whole conversation was uhm...well it...You weren't supposed to hear that, dude!"
Jumping quickly to your own conclusions - letting out a shocked little gasp as you did - you asked him, "So you're seriously telling me you actually want to go on a date with him? That you're actually interested in men now?"
"No, of course not," he told you, cringing slightly at the suggestion, "I was just playing up the whole acting like a chick part, wasn't I? I probably would have agreed to anything your mom said if it meant getting this plan to work! For fuck sake, didn't you see us having like an hour long conversation about shoes? Christ, if that had gone on any longer I might have seriously considered beating her **** with those stupid fucking things!...No offense."
This little rant seemed to adequately clear things up for you and you couldn't help but feel a great sense of relief that it had all just been an act. "None taking," you told him (referring to what he wanted to do to your mom), "And I got to say I'm kind of relieved. It's kind of strange to think of you liking dudes and stuff all of a sudden. I mean, I know you're a woman now and things are different, but still, you got to admit that'd be kind of weird."
"Yeah, well, just remember if it wasn't for that 'kind of weird' you'd still be a virgin right now," Randall was quick to reply, pointing out an obvious gap in your reasoning as he flashed you another little grin, "Or are you forgetting our little roll in the hay where we fucked each others brains out?"
The mere mention of the two of you having sex made you instantly grow a little flustered. "No. No, of course not. I just...uh..."
"Just what?" he pushed, gazing directly at you with his big brown eyes.
"I uh, I..." you stuttered, realizing you'd dug yourself into a hole with no visible way out.
"You don't want me fucking other guys - Just you. Is that it?"
Though he'd pretty much hit the nail directly on the head there, you couldn't bring yourself to agree, feeling incredibly embarrassed as to how that must sound - what with him being your best friend and all - even if he was now a sexy, older woman.
There was then a moment or two of awkward silence in the car as you pretended like you were trying to focus on the road, all the while able to feel his questioning gaze on you, before thankfully, and much to your relief, Randall once again burst into laughter. "I'm just jerking your chain, dude!" he told you, giving you a playful whack on your arm. "Seriously, you are so fucking easy to wind up now! It's hilarious!"
Letting out a chuckle yourself, you did you best to appear unfazed - like you knew he'd been winding you up all along - even though deep down you still felt extremely embarrassed about what was essentially jealousy over the thought of him with 'another man', as if the two of you were suddenly some sort of couple or something.
You weren't left to dwell on it for too long though, as soon enough Randall's focus once more returned to his 'Laura free weekend' (as he called it), appearing pretty damn pumped over the fact that for a full two days and a night he was once more allowed to be himself. Though his first week of school as a teacher had gone surprisingly well considering - having managed to not only keep on top of the coursework but do a damn fine impersonation of Miss. Card while he did it - he had found it to be pretty taxing, as well as a lot more stressful than it had been on the other side of the classroom, and so was glad of the break. He did have quite a few funny stories to tell however, about things that went on behind the scenes that you'd never before been privy too - such as witnessing Mrs. Naismith, your chemistry teacher, topping up her coffee with a small hip flask nearly every single morning in the teacher's lounge (the two of you having long suspected she was a bit of a drunk). He also mentioned running into 'Sweaty' Swanson for the first time, after having let him have it over the phone, laughing his head off as he described both the look on his face and how quickly he had scrambled off in the other direction as soon as he'd approached.
"Seriously, dude, it was priceless. The old perv practically turned white!"
"I wish I could have seen that."
"I guess I just need to do that to every other dude in the school, teacher and student, and then I'll be laughing!" he added, letting out a frustrated little sigh, "Cause you wouldn't believe the amount of people I have to put up with constantly checking out my ass or my tits, or sleazing all over me, thinking they've got a chance. It might be good for getting free drinks in clubs or a good seat in the teacher's lounge, but it can also get as annoying as hell!"
"I'll bet," you went to agree, before quickly deciding against it - not wanting to draw anymore attention to the fact that you could barely keep your eyes off him either (your gaze having fallen to his chest more than once while you'd been talking).
Arriving then outside Miss. Card's apartment complex and parking the car in his spot, the two of you then climbed out and headed into the building. Inside, it was pretty much exactly as it had been the last time you were here, with only a few new little additions - such as a brand spanking new XBox plugged into the TV, as well as a couple of DVDs added to Miss. Card's collection that were more to Randall's taste (not to mention a heap of unwashed dishes and a few empty bottles dotted around). There was also, much to your surprise, a video camera on a tripod sitting in the corner, and inquiring what exactly it was for, you received a somewhat bashful response.
"Well, you know...It's one on of the perks of being a woman isn't it?" he told you, turning slightly red, "Not only is it hot to jerk off, it's also hot to watch yourself while you do - kind of like staring in your own porno."
Once again you were left unable to speak, finding the idea that Randall actually recorded himself masturbating arousing beyond belief and you of course desperately wanted to know more - as well as somehow get a hold of that tape. Before you had a chance though, Randall had moved onto other things and you didn't want to seem like a creep bringing it up again, so instead you planted yourself down on the couch while he fetched you a drink, having to make do for the moment with simply imagining the sort of things your friend had been getting up to on his own here as an adult woman for the last several weeks
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