Returning home to watch the DVD.

It had been a long day. Trying to get back into the swing of school with all of the new found oddities of Randall's predicament was far from easy, especially finally getting to be a senior. Lunch with Allison went well, and spending the afternoon hanging out with her at the mall had really helped to reestablish your connection. The sparse amount of time you had been spending together made things awkward, but by the end of your time, you managed to get her laughing and comfortable once more. You were comfortable once more. There was something comforting in the normalcy that Allison represented. It was nice to be around a girl who, in fact, was a girl. What you see is what you get. Your time around Randall always left you feeling befuddled and awkward. With layer upon layer of pretense in place, it was getting difficult for you to distinguish where the Miss Card persona ended and Randall began. Your intense attraction to Miss Card's shapely physique didn't help either, neither had the confusing (but undeniably pleasurable) sex. Your ersatz sexual relationship with Allison was discouraging, but if you had more afternoons like this one, perhaps there would be hope.

However, you had not forgotten the DVD case you had pilfered from Miss Card's apartment. Your time with Allison not withstanding, it had scarcely left your mind. Why would Miss Card hide a bunch of random discs in her linen closet? Though you felt a little odd taking the case and not telling Randall, you continued to rationalize that you would eventually.

Coming into the house, you were greeted with the typical "How was your day?" conversation from your parents. Having eaten at the mall already, you were able to bypass dinner without too much of a fuss. You did your best not to rush up the stairs, the curiosity of the case making your heart race. Calmly, you entered your room and shut the door softly behind you, the lock giving a distinct click as you pushed it in place. You did not want to be disturbed.

Without further ado, you withdrew the case from your backpack and examined the DVDs inside. Unable to decide where to start, you selected the earliest one. You slide the disc into your computer and sat back, waiting for it to play.

And it was some rather boring stuff, albeit sad in a way. Disc after disc contained videos taken by Miss Card. Everything from picnics in the park with her parents to what appeared to be a "Girl's Night Out" with some of the other teachers from school. Interspersed between these was Miss Card's attempt at a video blog, somewhat of a supplement to her actual journal according to her. It was strange to see your teacher, casual and alive. As you absently clicked through different segments, you couldn't help but notice just how different she was from Randall. There were nuances in her body language and the way she spoke. Randall's performance in class was second to none, he really seemed to don her persona. When it came to Miss Card's personal life however, these videos were making it clear that he was missing the mark by a mile. Randall's entire idea of Miss Card was based on what he knew of her from sitting in her class. You were a little surprised that no one had caught on, at least a little bit. The contrast between the two was amazing. I suppose people just believe what they see, you thought with a sigh. Maybe that's why Mom is so gung-ho about Randall being a girl...

Leaving no stone unturned, you inserted the last disc. This is one in particular stood out to you. It looked like all the others, however it was dated the same week the accident had occurred. This was the last footage Laura Card would ever make. Hitting play, you leaned back in your chair and began to watch.

On screen, the view bobbed a bit as the camera was being carried. You recognized the hallway in Miss Card's apartment. As the bedroom came into view, it focused on Miss Card herself, who seemed to be sitting on the bed facing away and brushing her long auburn locks. She was wearing a white corset, which even from this view, highlighted her incredible figure. Whoever was holding the camera let out a wolf whistle.

Laughing, she turned around. "What are you doing with that thing?"

A deep voice answered, "I don't know, Laura... I thought maybe it would be fun. Maybe make a few memories...?"

Getting up from the bed, she gazed at the camera coyly. "Memories, huh?" She walked slowly toward the camera man, a devilish look on her face, a twinkle in her eye. The outfit she wore was mindblowing. While the corset seemed to be smothering Miss Card's voluminous breasts, pressing them high and together, it also drew attention to one of her finest attributes, her delicate, trim waist. Practically Barbie-like in proportion, the corset clung to her slender torso, her wide, womanly hips flaring dramatically out beneath. There was a sensuousness in the way, she rolled them as she continued to step forward. A matching white bikini cut panty clung to her pelvis, the shape of her sex barely visible. White, gossamer tights ran the length of Miss Card's long and shapely leg, ending at the uppermost curve of her prominent, toned thighs. Your favorite part. Her feet were adorned with some variety of white platform heels, giving her a sexy posture that was slowly driving you wild with lust. Though it was just a video, the vision on the screen reminded you how alluring and beautiful Laura Card could be. In fact, you had never dreamed to see Miss Card dressed in something like that, let alone acting in such a sexy manner. Your interest was piqued.

"I know you said you have to leave on Thursday," Miss Card purred seductively, "but I'm hoping I can convince you to stay..."

"Laura, these past few weeks have been wonderful," the unseen man pleaded, "but you know I can't st..." Miss Card reached past the view of the camera, gently silencing him with her touch.

"Ssshhhh...." The sound of kisses being made on bare skin can be heard. As the camera panned downward, Miss Card was slowly kissing her way down the front of the cameraman. As she seemed to draw herself lower toward the man's crotch, her eyes shot up playfully. "What do we have here?" her voice asked coyly. Miss Card's lithe fingers wrapped around the prominent bulge protruding from the man's crotch. The man's breath started to deepen. Gently, she peeled down his briefs and a rather large erection popped forward. With skill and precision, Miss began to lick and caress the man's member. You could feel yourself growing aroused at the sight. As unnerving as it was to watch your dead teacher do this, it somehow felt relieving to know it was her and not Randall in the video.

Taking the man her in mouth, she began to draw the man's thick shaft back and forth between her plump juicy lips. After a few moments, the pace of her rhythmic motion increasing, the man groaned, "If you don't stop, I'm going to...!" His words seemed to increase her fervor, her pacing quickening, her motions more passionate. The man's breath seemed to catch and Miss Card stopped suddenly, pleasure written on her face. Gradually, she withdrew his cock, still completely rigid from her mouth. She swallowed... "Laura! Jesus, that was incredible! Where the hell did you learn to do that?" You found yourself curious to know the answer to this question yourself. Based on his reaction, you actually felt a little jealous.

"That's my little secret," said Miss Card. "Only for special occasions!" Standing again, a lustful look in her eyes, her voice becoming more a husky whisper, she said, "I need you now. Put that toy down and take me!" In one swift, blurry motion, your vantage point changed, apparently stationed on top of the bedroom dresser. Away from the camera, you got your first clear look at this mystery man. He was tall, tanned, and fairly well muscled. He was traditionally good looking, with a square jaw and slight boyish quality to his face. He seemed to have jovial disposition. From this angle, it was clear to see that the size of his cock was... intimidating to say the least.

Giving into passion, the man grabbed the front of the corset. With a sharp tug, he popped the clasps on it's front, Miss Card's mammoth breasts now free from their confines. Of note, you could definitely tell that Randall's breasts had grown somewhat considerably by comparison. He turned her roughly, pushing her closer to the wall. In response, she spread her legs slightly. Taking his time, the man pulled at the bows on the sides of Miss Card's bikini bottoms, allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Playfully, he smacked her sizable bubble butt, earning a moan in response. When it seemed as though he was going to finally mount her, he stopped.

"Laura," he said, his voice thick with desire, "shouldn't I wear..."

Miss Card turned to face him. "Don't worry about it," she said, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Hoisting her up, she wrapped her long legs around his waist and gripping her hips, he began to thrust inside of her. It was spellbinding to watch beautiful people fuck. The squeals of passion and the look of ecstasy on Miss Card's face alone was enough to get you hard as a rock. As the man flexed to support Miss Card against the wall, her breasts heaved and shook from their power lovemaking. Holding him tight, she began to violently buck her hips in tandem with his thrusts.

"Cum, c-c-cum in me!" she shouted. A few, deep thrusts later it was clear he had done just that. Moving her from the wall, to the bed, he continued to rhythmically pump into Miss Card...

You stopped the video. Your mind overloaded with arousal, you were unable to continue watching, needing desperately to tend to yourself. In light of its contents, you were unsure how to feel it. One thing was for certain, you would not rest easy tonight.

The next day, you are...