Not that it lasted for long unfortunately, what with Randall pulling himself off you about half a minute later, after finally getting his breath back. "Well, that was fun!" he happily proclaimed, detaching himself from your softening penis. "Now what say we kick back for a while and play some more Xbox? I'm totally in the mood to kill shit now."
"Uh...I... Shu-sure. I guess..." you stuttered, having certainly not expected this, his immediate switch back to regular 'Tim and Randall' mode disorientating you slightly as you watched him clamber his way off the bed.
"Cool. Let me just clean up a little downstairs," he smiled, drawing your attention immediately between his legs (where you couldn't help but notice some of your semen leaking out) "and then we can get back to some hardcore gaming!"
And with that he turned and padded quickly off towards the bathroom, the motion causing his exquisite backside to bob and shake with every step, before disappearing out of sight.
Although you weren't entirely sure what to expect after the two of you had sex, it most definitely hadn't been that - Randall, after having the most intense, mind numbing orgasm you'd ever seen in your life, rather flippantly dismissing it and then immediately moving on. How could he possible carry on as normal and pretend like it was no big deal when it had been such a huge one for you? Video games were just about the last thing on your mind right now and if it had been up to you, you'd be happy just to lay here and maybe even discuss what you'd just done, reflect upon it... perhaps even do more (though in all honesty you'd probably be way too embarrassed to actually suggest that).
A moment later you heard the faint sound of the shower turning on, followed by your friend's voice shouting "So what do you fancy playing? You wanna continue on with Boobless Raider or are you about ready now for another kicking at Call of Duty?"
Neither. you thought to yourself, letting out a depleted sigh.
" ...Oh, and I also got the new Bioshock too which is meant to be pretty sweet."
"I don't really mind." you shouted back, reluctantly lifting yourself up off the bed, figuring you might as well get dressed.
"In that case COD it is. It's the one thing I'll never get bored of - beating your sorry ass!"
You could hear his self satisfied laughter become muffled as the shower door closed, the sound planting a rather vivid picture in your mind of what exactly he was doing in there. It was weird to think of your best friend actually having to wash your cum out of his pussy. That was definitely something you'd never imagining him doing in a million years.Mind you, I could probably do with a wash myself. you figured, gazing downwards at your own genitalia, which was pretty much coated in Randall's juice. Shit. I still can't believe that fucking happened. I can't believe we just had sex. It's fucking insane! That it was, and no matter how unreal it all seemed or how abruptly everything had returned to business as usual once it was over, a long held fantasy of yours had actually come true - and not for the first time either. If that fact alone didn't make you feel like a million dollars right now what would? You were just about the luckiest freaking guy on the planet!
Focusing on this thought then you couldn't help but smile, as you retrieved your boxers from the floor and sat back down on the bed to put them on. Good thing I don't have to worry about leaking cum everywhere, you chuckled, deciding to clean yourself up a little later, seeing as it's all inside him now. It had certainly felt amazing
blowing your load into Randall's pussy. Much, much better than with Allison where you'd had to use protection. Heh. I guess he's gotta deal with all that kind of stuff too. The pill and what not... Though you'd never really given much thought to that side of things before (what with how **** you'd been the previous times), but you were pretty certain Randall had to have it covered. You were just glad that he didn't make you wear a condom like Allison had, sex feeling so much better without one...
The sound of the shower stopping snapped you suddenly from your thoughts, having been sitting there daydreaming for almost ten minutes now, still with your boxers round your ankles. Grabbing them then, you hurriedly yanked them up over your rising semi (your penis having recovered suitably recovered during your trip down memory lane), just in time to see a very much refreshed looking Miss. Card appear through the doorway.
Stopping in his tracks (his gloriously curvy body still completely nude and glistening slightly), as if not expecting you to still be there, Randall looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment and partially covered himself with his towel. "Uh...you wanna use the bathroom to clean up or something?"
Realizing this, and feeling like a total idiot, you nervously replied "Yeah. Sure. Thu-thanks." trying to hide both your embarrassment and your semi as you jumped up off the bed and awkwardly made your way past him. Jesus. What a fucking dick I am! you silently groaned once inside the bathroom, I'm not like his boyfriend or anything. Of course he doesn't want me hanging around.
Trying to put this faux pas out of your mind for the moment, you then headed over to the sink to get cleaned up, pretty sure that due to the complicated nature of your relationship there would be a hell of a lot more moments like that still to come. Forgoing a shower and instead giving yourself a quick rub down, you headed back out into an empty bedroom ten minutes later, finding Randall no where in sight. Assuming that he had already headed downstairs to boot up the Xbox, you felt glad of the reprieve, having a little more time to compose yourself. Picking up your clothes off the floor, clothes that you'd been wearing since the prom, you decided that perhaps now might be a good a time as any to take him up on his offer and borrow some of his.
"Hey dude, where's that box of old clothes you said I could wear?" you called out from the hallway, not finding any inside the bedroom.
"I think it's in the spare room somewhere." he yelled back, "You know, the one where we were taking the pictures. Take whatever you need." Doing just that you quickly located a box stashed away inside one of the cupboards and pulled out an old X men t-shirt you'd always liked, as well as another pair of jeans. Randall had of course been a few inches taller than you back when he was a guy, but they fit well enough for just lounging around in (which was all you assumed you were going to be doing this weekend).
"Hey, hey! Looking sharp, Timmy-boy!" Randall grinned as you walked into the living room, where he was currently sprawled out on the couch.
"Thanks. You're uh, you're not looking too bad yourself." you told him, blushing ever so slightly as you said it, your best friend now wearing only his superman t-shirt and a pair of lacy white panties.
Misconstruing your compliment as some sort of dig (which it was most definitely not) he laughed, "Well, I figured after that swimsuit and the whole 'Lara Croft' get up it was better to just be comfy you know. That fucking bra especially was totally digging into my tits, so for the rest of the night I'm just gonna let the girls hang loose." He shook his chest as he said this, drawing attention to its vast slope and the two very obvious indentation of his nipples poking through the material. "Somehow I didn't think you'd mind."
"Uh, no. No. Not at all." you replied, trying not to stare - the thin, too tight shirt not only showing off his massive melons, but the high cut of the panties fully displaying his curvy hips and thighs, "Whatever makes you feel comfy, dude."
"Cool. Well sit your ass down son and get ready for a whooping. I've got a kill/**** ratio to get working on."
Tossing you over a controller his attention returned to the TV screen where the Call of Duty title screen was already playing. Joining him on the couch as he loaded up a game, you couldn't help but feel infinitely more ill at ease than you had done during this exact same scenario this morning. It just didn't seem right, going back to regular Tim and Randall shit now that you'd very openly had sex together, and you were entirely sure you'd actually be able to keep it together. Would you instead now spend all your time picturing his naked body beneath those clothes, recalling what it felt like to be inside him and praying that it would happen again soon? Hell, you'd been doing enough of that before you 'officially' became fuck buddies. Surely this would make it even worse?
Shit. I hope not. you cringed, again forcing your eyes away from his pantie covered crotch and instead trying to concentrate on the game. The last thing you needed now was for things to get even weirder between you two...if that were actually possible.
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