About five minutes later you pulled up in front of Miss Card's apartment building, it looking like quite a nice, modest place that you could definitely imagine your teacher living in.
"Hm, not bad," Randall said, looking up at the clean, white bricked, four story building before you, clearly impressed.
Parking the car in the designated parking area beside it, the two of you then got out of the car and looked around a little, further assessed Randall's new home from the outside. It was located in quite a quiet, leafy part of town that had a few parks nearby, and although from the looks of it, the apartments were nowhere near in the same price range as his previous house, and was a lot further away from the center of town, it did indeed seem like a fairly decent place to live considering Miss Card's teachers salary.
Quickly investigating round the back, discovering a sort of communal garden area for the building, the two of you then proceeded inside, climbing up the stairs to the third floor, where Miss Card's apartment was located.
"Can you believe it, dude, my own place?" your friend laughed as you stood at the door waiting for him to turn the key, adding before going in, "Let's just hope it isn't a total shit heap inside."
Far from being that, once you entered, you realized how cool and modern it actually was, Miss Card having kept everything very minimalistic and tidy. Though it wasn't huge by any means, it was a decent enough size for one person, containing a bedroom, a bathroom, a living room/kitchenette and a small balcony at the back looking onto the garden below. It also, like Miss Card's car had all the mod cons that you would expect; a big, comfy looking red, fold out sofa, a large flat screen TV, laptop, stereo, a decent looking shower as well as a running machine tucked away in one corner of the living room (which presumably helped to explain Miss Card's svelte physique).
"Wow, this is pretty sweet," you admitted as the two of you looked around, finding something else to be now jealous of, Randall now owning (as well as a car) a pretty cool little apartment.
"I know, right? This is fucking awesome!" Randall replied, grinning from ear to ear, "I can't believe this is all mine now. It's...it's just so weird."
Weird it definitely was, especially with all of Miss Card's things still filling the inside, finding that as you walked through your former teacher's home, you almost felt like some sort of prowler who'd broken his way in, certain that you weren't supposed to be seeing things like this. On one shelf in the living room there were various pictures of Miss Card at different stages of her life, with her friends and with her family, as well as various little ornaments and trinkets that revealed a lot more about her personal life than you'd ever gotten at school. She liked to read it seemed, a lot, having quite an extensive collection of books, filling shelves and stacked up on piles on the floor. It also appeared that she had dabbled a little bit in art, there being a empty canvas and an assortment of different brushes and paints sitting by one of the windows, as well as a few pictures hanging on the walls, mostly of flowers and sunsets, but adding just the right amount of color to offset the bare whiteness of the apartment.
Returning again to the photos you'd spotted earlier, while Randall looked through his new DVD collection, groaning at the vast number of political dramas and chick flicks (the two of you being more action and Sci-fi kinds of guys), you couldn't help but be impressed by how hot Miss Card looked even when she was your age. There being a picture of her and her parents that looked like it was taken back in high school, where she looked no less impressive than she did now...or at least Randall did.
Having rummaged around in the living room/kitchen for a good ten or so minutes (finding little in the way of junk food in any of the cupboards which Randall would no doubt soon rectify), you then followed your friend into the bedroom to have a proper look there, commenting as you did, "Wow, this is actually where Miss. Card slept..."
"Yeah, just think about how many times we actually wished we could see this," Randall replied, letting out a happy chuckle, "and now here we are!" Laughing along with this, aware just how true a statement that was; you and Randall (and most every other male in your class) previously haven given your eye teeth for an opportunity like this. Now though, while it was still pretty darn amazing being in here, the fact that it was with Randall in Miss Card's body made it somehow seem all the more real. His presence inside, quite unintentionally, giving off even more of an intimidating air now and causing you to suddenly feel a lot more awkward and nervous around him.
What he said next didn't exactly help with that either, turning to you and asking rather enthusiastically, "Hey, you think she's got any like sexy lingerie or dildo's or shit?"
"I, uh...I dunno, dude..." you mumbled, being entirely thrown by the question. Thinking about Miss Card's sexy body dressed in underwear while trapped in her bedroom, with her, further fueling your nervousness.
"She's gotta have right?" Randall continued, checking himself out (allowing you to do the same in the process), "With a body like this! Miss Card was like sex on legs!"
"I uh, I guess."
"Check the closet, I'll check this thing beside her bed," he then told you, turning towards Miss Card's chest of drawers.
Complying with his request, not really being able to blame him for being curious, you couldn't help but feel a great deal of **** as you did. For one thing, it was kind of creepy you figured, riffling through someone else's stuff, especially searching for underwear and/or sex toys (and after they'd just died no less). For another, it highlighted even further what a incredible sexual being your friend had no become, this being something that was far harder to come to terms with than pretty much anything else about the transplant; your best friend now being your super sexy teacher. Add to that the fact that this was pretty much the first place Randall's mind had gone since it had happened, being still a horny 18 year old inside yes, but even so, you'd have thought there would have been much more important things for him to focus on now after everything that had happened.
"I guess he really hasn't changed," you thought to yourself, remembering what he'd told you in the car, being very much the same crazy guy he always was, no matter what he appeared to be on the outside.
"Any joy?" he called back to you, as you opened the closet and came face to face with Miss Card's modest wardrobe; which seemed to consist of a lot of the kinds of tops, sweaters, blouses, skirts and pants you'd seen her wear at school, as well as a few items that were a bit more relaxed and casual, but nothing too out of the ordinary.
"Uhm, nope. Just lots of regular stuff in here," you replied, giving the clothing a quick look through, spotting a few slightly more revealing items towards the back that made you pause for a moment, before disregarding and asking what your friend had found.
"I got a shit load of socks, bras and panties," he told you, closing one drawer and opening another, "but nothing too exciting yet."
Letting out a little snort at this, thinking that if your sexy teacher's underwear wasn't exciting, then what was? Refraining from having a look though, not even to catch a glimpse of one of her surely massive bras, you instead considered the fact that perhaps she didn't have any of the kind of stuff Randall was after, not really seeming the type (to buy sex toys especially), appearing much too sweet and (pardon the pun) classy for that. Besides she'd looked so freaking hot in just about anything she wore, having the kind of figure that could make even a garbage bag look sexy. So why even bother with lingerie?
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