No.

You were in absolute heaven between her legs, rubbing furiously at your pulsating penis through your jeans as you continued to pleasure her. Miss. Card doing her very best to stifle her groans, but not quite managing.

"Ohh yes... yes Tim..." she squealed, her entire body heaving now as her orgasm approached. Her hands clutching at the back of your head as her thighs squeezed it like a vice. "...That's a... that's a good boy...You'll get top grades for THISSSS!" And there she blew. Her body spasming around you, leaking juices all over your face and chin. This whole scenario obviously turning her on just as much as you, as the last two times you'd done this, the response had never been quite as powerful... or as messy.

"Oh, Jesus... that was... that was good," she panted, after her legs had finally released you from their grip, causing you to stumble backward slightly. A little short of breath and worn out from all that tongue and jaw work.

Yes it was. It certainly was, you smiled, feeling slightly dizzy now as you licked at your lips, still savoring her incredible taste.

Pulling herself up off the chair after a few more heavy breaths, she looked at you with a large grin and said, "You are definitely, definitely improving, dude." The use of the word "dude" ending this imagined fantasy. Your best friend having once again returned...

"As much fun as I have alone with my dildo," he continued, looking down between his legs at his exposed vagina and giving his clitoris one last little rub, "nothing can quite match having a dude's mouth on your snatch. It feels so fucking awesome when it's done right!"

"Tha-thanks... I've been practicing," you told you him, feeling ever so slightly out of sync now that the role-play had so abruptly ended. Having been completely sucked in. The fact that you hadn't actually spoken to Randall today in anything other than the guise of Miss. Card until just now, after having made him cum, making this whole situation all the more disorientating.

Randall meanwhile had no such problem, joking with you then, "Hey, I don't wanna know about what you've been doing to Bryce Spencer's ass, okay? ... or is it Sean's ass now?"

"Ha ha," you sarcastically laughed. Having heard enough of these kinds of digs to last a life time. Though the addition of Sean was admittedly kind of new.

"Anyway, grab my panties will you. And maybe do something about your face... Looks like I creamed you pretty good!"

"Yeah, just a bit," you chuckled, wiping off some of the excess with the back of your hand. Fetching his delicate lace panties then and handing them to him.

"Thanks," he said, taking them from you and offering you in return a tissue from his desk to clean up with. Using one himself to give his undercarriage a quick wipe before stepping back into the panties and pulling them up. Smoothing down his skirt once he was done.

From the looks of things, it appeared that you little sexual dalliance was done. His hands moving then to re-button his blouse, indicating that there was to be no such equivalent release for you. The slightly damp patch on the inside of your boxers from where your pre-cum had been leaking being pretty much all you were going to get. Not that you were complaining. Eating out that pussy was something you'd be willing to do everyday for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was just a shame that it couldn't work both ways.

"So... what was that all in aid of?" you asked him after you were both a little more presentable. Randall having done the odd bit of role-play before, but never quite like this. Never so intense.

"Wasn't in aid of anything, dude," he shrugged. "Sometimes the mood just takes me."

"And you weren't worried about, you know... getting caught?" You were in school after all. Classes might have finished but there were still people milling around the place. Teachers and students attending after school clubs. It also went against what he'd told you a few days ago, about needing to be a lot more careful and conscious of his action. Having never imagined he'd actually bring sex into the classroom.

Flashing you a wicked grin, he raised one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows and said, "Just adds to the excitement I guess." He was just playing though, telling you then, "But seriously, I locked the door first, dude... and if you haven't noticed that poster of the Lincoln Memorial is kind of obscuring the little window there. Nobody was gonna catch us."

You'd never even noticed that, the poster blocking out the only view into the classroom (other than the second floor windows). Randall having, at least, partially planned this...

"I dunno." You were still skeptical, and it had been an awfully big risk. Exciting, but a risk none the less. "They might have heard you with all the noise you were making."

He didn't seem too worried about it though. "I doubt it, dude. Everyone else has probably gone home already. Half the teachers in the school can't stand this fucking place. Speaking of which, I think it's time for us to mosey."

Leave, already? "But... but it's not even four. We've still got over half an hour of detention left."

"And? Bryce isn't here, so who's gonna know. Besides, you'll be helping me out anyway, just the same as he's helping Coach. I'm thinking the sooner we get to my place and start working on the house, the sooner we'll be done."

Oh yeah... the house. You'd kind of forgotten about that.

"Now come on," he said, grabbing his stuff and signaling for you to follow. "Lets go see if all that jerking off you and your buddy do in weightlifting class has really strengthened those arms of yours. I've got quite a lot of shit that still needs lifting."

You didn't rise to the bait this time, well aware that you were strong enough to take him in a fight if you had to(where as before it probably would have been even), and instead reluctantly complied. Yard work and shifting boxes all afternoon didn't seem like it would be any more fun than another half hour of detention would be. Still, maybe he'll have a reward waiting for me again when I'm done, you thought, giving yourself a little motivation.

Following after him as he quickly made his way out of the building towards his car, switching back to Miss. Card mode as you kept a few paces behind him - just in case anyone saw the two of you - you then got in and he drove you to his house. The conversation during the journey consisting mostly of what a pain in the ass your mom was being, wanting to come over and how lucky he was to have managed to put her off for this long.

"That's my mom for you. She just doesn't know when to quit."

"Tell me about it. And I've still got this lousy dinner party to deal with tomorrow. Plus... did I tell you? I bumped into freaking Mrs. Walsh again. She's roped me into helping out with some Booster Club fundraiser ball she's organizing for next Friday."

"Ouch. How'd you wind up agreeing to that?"

"That night, when I went to dinner with her after the furniture store... remember? Turns out I agreed to all kinds of shit after a few wines. I've even got to help organize the catering."

"Bummer," you said, recalling just how bored he'd told you he'd been talking to Mrs. Walsh that night (having to get wasted just to deal with it). Having an entire ballroom full of Mrs. Walsh's was going to be a nightmare.

"Bummer is right."

Pulling into his drive not ten minutes later, Randall set you immediately to work. Being very much a woman on a mission.

"Okay. If you start by hauling all of these up to the attic," he said, pointing to all the boxes that were still sitting in his spare room, "I can deal with them another time. Best just to get them out of the way in the meanwhile." And it would give you an opportunity to plant that DVD in there you'd stolen, which you had also completely forgotten about doing.

Shit. Have to remember that next time.

"Then you can start working on the yard. The grass really needs trimmed and the garage looks like it could use a tidy. Oh and I think I saw some old crappy bits of wood lying around out there somewhere you can get rid of."

"Geeze! Anything else you can think of?" you asked him. This seeming like a heck of a lot more than just "a few odd jobs". "You want me just to rebuild the entire house brick by brick while I'm at it?"

"No. This is just the urgent stuff. Surface things your mom will notice," he explained. "Me and the girls already did a little bit of painting inside last week, so I really just have to clean up some of this mess and we'll be golden. Besides, I'm paying you aren't I?" How much though was yet to be discovered.

"And what'll you be doing while I'm cleaning up all this shit?"

"I got some schoolwork to quickly finish off, but I'll help you once I'm done," he said, heading then towards the door. "Now come on, get to it. There's a good boy."

And with that he was gone. Leaving you all alone with at least seven or eight rather large and heavy looking boxes. Getting them up to the attic was certainly going to be a real bitch. There definitely better be a reward, you though, grappling with the nearest box then and hoisting it up into your arms.