"So what took you guys so long?" Bryce chided. "Your brain didn't fall in, did it, Shawna?" He winked at you.
"Shut up, Bryce!" she shouted, punching his arm. Instead of hurting him, she inadvertently hurt herself. She rubbed at her hand, glaring at him. Despite what Bryce had told you about his relationship with Shawna, you still couldn't see why he was with her. While not as good looking as Allison, Shawna was still a looker in her own right. In fact, you wouldn't be surprised if she started to look like Miss Card a bit as she got older. Her breasts were definitely larger than a typical high schooler's. A far cry from Randall's larger than H cup melons, they were easily on the plumper end of DD. The rest of her curves were similarly proportioned. Even the shade of her hair reminded you a bit of Miss Card's own. If it wasn't for her vapid personality and whiny voice, you might actually be a little jealous of him.
However, with the way things have been progressing with Allison over the course of the evening, you couldn't imagine yourself quite as satisfied with anyone else. Given all the signs, it really seemed that Allison was ready to take the plunge this weekend. THIS weekend... Shit! you mentally swore. Your plans with Randall. You had planned to go over there on Saturday... Allison wasn't very specific on when you should go over, so no reason you couldn't do both. Even with things looking up with your girlfriend, you knew that you didn't want to miss out on an opportunity to hang out with your best friend. The windows of time you had been afforded lately seemed to be shrinking and you didn't seem to be able to stop that trend from continuing. However it worked out, you were sure that Randall would be glad to hear that you and Allison finally did the deed after a long year and a half wait.
Or would he? When it came to sex, you didn't really know what was running through Randall's head these days. Would he actually be happy? Would he be upset? Would he even give two shits? It was annoying to think about. Back when things were still normal, sex was an open discussion between the two of you. You were always trading and comparing notes about the various girls you gained experience with. Now that Randall was batting for the other team, so to speak, things had certainly taken a turn for the awkward.
It'd been a couple of weeks since you lost your virginity. You still recall internally debating on whether or not you should sleep with Randall. The booze and sight of Randall's new naked female body had won out, but at what cost? Things haven't been the same since. Last weekend, you did it again. As erotic as it had been, it was as awkward as ever. Was he using you to get his rocks off or was he just doing you a favor? Since you never talked about it, you never really found out. It didn't keep him from teasing you with his feminine charms, that was for sure. Behind closed doors, it definitely didn't keep him from having some pretty confusing fantasies with a camera. You didn't want to count your chickens before they hatched, but would you still sleep with Randall if you and Allison finally started sleeping together? You were having a good time at the moment, no sense in spoiling it with too much worry.
The good thing about Mr. Frosty was that food always came quickly. Since you'd never really seen anyone else here, it was never more than a few minutes wait for food. The jovial antics at the table gave way to a hungry silence. Since Shawna had been the hungry one, you hadn't considered how hungry you actually were. When the delicious aroma of burger and fries hit your nose, you realized that you were absolutely famished.
As everyone finished, the date started to dwindle. It was a Wednesday night and there was still a couple more school days before the weekend. After piling back in the car, Allison dropped off Shawna and Bryce, the latter of whom promised to kick your ass online sometime. You sat quietly until Allison pulled into the driveway.
As you stepped out of the car, you said, "You know, I'm really glad you talked me into coming tonight."
"Me, too!"
"Though maybe you could pick a different friend next time. Shawna was one whine away from needing her diaper changed," you said with a **** chuckle.
"Yeah... Sorry about that, Tim. I know I wasn't fair to you the other day. I guess I was just sort of upset about you always avoiding my friends. I'm glad you come though," she said, walking over and draping her arms around your neck. You could smell the sweet aroma of her berry scented shampoo. "I can't wait for this weekend..." Her eyes closed and her face drew near.
You moved in kind, meeting her soft, delicate lips with your own. As the two of you continued to kiss, you slipped your hands into the back pockets of her jeans, giving her bottom a squeeze. This seemed to increase Allison's amorous intentions, as her tongue started to dart in and out of your mouth a bit. As the sexual energy between the two of you began to slowly build, you ran you fingers up and down the small of her back, under her shirt. Reluctantly, she pulled away, pointing to a window on the front of your house. David and Tabitha grinned at you, waving unabashedly. Frustrated, you knew that any real fun would have to wait a couple more days. Besides, it was starting to feel a little cool outside. The driveway of your family home was hardly the ideal spot to be fooling around.
You kissed Allison once more before bidding her goodnight and heading inside. Your siblings made themselves scarce as you drew near and as you opened the door you could hear the pounding of footsteps upstairs. Feeling spent from the day, you headed up to your room, plopping down in your desk chair. You spun in a few times, absently looking at your phone. You were so certain that Randall would have given you some sort of indication it intervene, to interrupt the advances of the studly science teacher. The screen of your phone showed no missed calls, no new text messages. Were things actually going well? You dismissed the thought quickly. There was no way it could play out well. Randall was just being nice to the guy.
Booting up your computer, you poke around the internet arbitrarily, eventually logging on to check your Facebook. The usual list of trash clogged your friend feed, but something your eye. There was a check-in where Laura Card had been tagged. It was George Hanson's check-in and it was for Cafe L'amour. You knew that he was going to take Randall somewhere for Italian food, but Cafe L'amore was not only expensive, but exceedingly romantic. Randall had made a point of adding you on Facebook rather discreetly, a way to help keep you connected in someway, still in the loop. However, seeing this, you wondered if it had been such a good idea. It was uncomfortable to think your best friend, sitting in a dimly lit Italian restaurant. The wine flowing... You took a deep breath. Not wanting to get too carried away. For all you knew, Randall could have left in a huff after Mr. Hanson put the moves on him and he could be at home soaking in a bath right now.
You feelings were rather complicated on the matter. All evening, you hadn't really given Randall more than a thought, primarily focusing on Allison. Seeing this made you feel like a jealous boyfriend! You knew the feeling was ridiculous, but it didn't make it any easier to shake off. The hour continued to grow late and you hadn't heard a word. Temptation gnawed at you to call or text. As you were deliberating what to do, if anything at all, the phone started to ring. Speak of the devil...
"Hey bud, I was wondering what happened to you," you said, feeling better to finally hear from your friend.
"Holy shit, Tim! What a weird fucking evening," came Randall's reply, his voice heavy with intoxication.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Fine," he slurred. "How did things go with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Bryce?"
You laughed a bit at his odd Alice in Wonderland reference. "You know, it actually was kinda fun. Beats sitting around at home. And besides, Bryce isn't nearly as obnoxious as Shawna. He wasn't half bad."
"Uh, is there some kind of interference? Did Tim Connors just say that Bryce Spencer isn't a complete douche?" he joked.
"What?! We're not buddies or anything, but he's an alright guy."
Randall scoffed loudly. "Yeah, well, I'll be-lieve it when I see it. I caught that little shit trying to snap a picture of my tits the other day. Had half a mind to bust his ass..." That sounded like a weird situation. Maybe Bryce was kind of douchey...
Switching the subject, you asked, "How's your date with Mr. Handsome going? Did he kiss you yet?" You were half joking, but half serious.
"Shut the fuck up, Tim! George isn't going to kiss me. It's been cas-yual all even-ning!" Randall was getting rather defensive.
"Remind me how casual Cafe L'amore is?" you countered. "You should probably drink some water, dude. You sound hammered. Where are you?"
"I'm outside. Told him I was getting some fresh air... He saw some friend from college in the lounge, no big. It's so weird, Tim. He's actually a pretty cool guy." It was your turn to scoff. "Really, Tim! I mean, he likes video games and stuff. Not so big on the stuff we like, but older games. Original Playstation, shit like that. He's a huge fan of sci-fi and action. Dude, if he was our age, he'd totally be hanging out with us." Randall giggled femininely. "Well, your age I guess... Looks like I'm turning 30 on Friday! Got a bunch of shit going on now for the weekend. Oh shit, Tim. Gotta go... I'll call you later!"
Randall had been slurring on, you weren't really sure what to make of things. You were about to hang up, when you realized you could still hear Randall muttering through the phone...
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