"Alright, well I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," he said, pulling up outside your house.
"Yeah, will do. And thanks, man," you told him, sincerely. "For the weekend... for everything. You really took my mind off Allison."
"No worries, dude. That's what I'm here for."
Shooting Randall a smile, glad to have a friend like him, you then opened the door and stepped the car, hearing a familiar voice suddenly call out from somewhere in the distance. "There you are... Home at last."
It was your mother, heading out of the front door and down the drive towards you. Greeting Randall with a wave, "Hi there, Laura."
Shit. That's all I need. No doubt she'd come to chew your ear off... or Randall's.
Switching instantly into 'Laura Card' mode, with an ease that defied description, he gave her a friendly little wave in return. "Hey, Jenny. How you doing?"
"Good thanks. Glad to see you've brought my son back in one piece," your mother chuckled, putting her arm around your shoulder. "Weren't working him too hard I hope." You had to stifle a laugh at the "too hard" part ... as did Randall.
"No, no. Nothing he can't handle," he said - unsure if this was meant to be an innuendo as well. "Just helping with the heavy lifting mostly. As well as a bit of work in the yard."
It was a good thing Randall was such a pro at lying, being able to think on his feet far faster than you could ever do. Mind you, you suppose he had to do it every single day of his life now, so he must have gotten a lot of practice.
Engaging in this inane small talk for a few moments - your mom making the occasional little patronizing comment about how it was "nice to know he's being of some use' - she then instructed you to head on inside. Needing you to help your father set the table for dinner, which was apparently almost ready.
"Okay. Thanks Ra... uh, Laura... for the ride," you said. Having gotten so used to calling him Randall for the entire weekend, that it was hard to immediately switch back. You obviously needed a bit more practice.
Heading towards the house then as Randall waved you off, you expected to hear the car pull away a few moments later, but it didn't. He'd been stopped in his tracks by your mom, who was now leaning in the window, chatting away.
"While I've got you here, Laura, there was something I was wanting to talk to you about," you heard her say, listening in from the doorway.
You were half expecting her start discussing you, now that you were supposedly out of ear shot. Perhaps trying to interfere again with your friendship. But you needn't have worried. Your mother instead asking, "Do you remember that friend of mine I was telling you about before? The one with the son around your age?"
Oh Jesus, what's she up to now?
"Yeah, of course... Alex, wasn't it?" Randall replied, still (on the surface anyway) happily playing along. This presumably being the guy you'd overheard them talking about at the family barbecue a few weeks back.
"Yes, that's him. Well I was going to pass on his number like you said, but then I realized, you're still so new to all this - to the dating world - and perhaps it would be better to organize a little get together at the house instead. It'd make things a bit more relaxed, as it wouldn't just be the two of you."
It was clear from his voice that Randall was a little unprepared for this, having told you back then that he'd just been playing along, and presumably having completely forgotten about it now. "Uh... yuh-yeah. Sure. Why not." His voice carrying little conviction.
Your mom was too fixated on finding your best friend a man right now to really notice though. Presumably thinking that if she did, it would cement Randall's status as an honest-to-God woman now. "Great! Perhaps sometime next week? ...Maybe the weekend?"
"Sounds good..."
"Alright, well I'll set it up with Michelle and give you a call."
With their conversation clearly drawing to a close, you dashed quickly inside the house before your mother saw you, grumbling to yourself over her interfering antics. Why can't she just leave him alone to get on with his own life? Your father, as it turned out, didn't actually need any help with the table - that just having been an excuse to get you out the way while the 'woman' talked. Almost soon as she reappeared through the door, she started grilling you on everything and anything that had happened over the weekend. The dance. What you'd gotten up to at "Laura's". As well as asking whether you'd been on your best behavior and hadn't slipped back into old habits with him. You assured her (i.e. lied) that you hadn't, and that there had been no funny business of any kind. As for the dance, you made sure to leave out the whole getting busted for drinking part, but felt you probably should come clean about what had happened with Allison, seeing as it was bound to come out eventually...
"Oh, sweetheart..." she said, once you told her the news, "Why?"
"I dunno. I guess we were just drifting apart or something. It happens."
"But you two were so good together. Allison was such a lovely girl."
"Yeah well... " Obviously she wasn't "lovely" enough to stick with you and not go chasing after older guys, but what were you gonna do but move on?
Questioning then, "Did you do something? Something to upset her?" As if it had been your fault, your father thankfully intervened.
"Jenn, come on. He clearly doesn't want to talk about all this right now. Perhaps its best to leave the twenty questions till later."
Thank you, Dad, you said to yourself, as your mother rather reluctantly then ceased her questioning. Your father shooting you a wink as he then said, "Off you go Tim, go get changed for dinner. And sorry about Allison." It was good to know that he also still had your back.
Later, after dinner was well out of the way, you found yourself back in your bedroom, lying on your bed, thinking about how awesome your weekend had been. Even with a stinking hangover from the dance and having been dumped by your girlfriend the day before, yours and Randall's sex-capades had more than made up for it. Obviously, you weren't completely over Allison and it still very much hurt - the two of you having been together for so long - but provided there was adequate distraction in the form of your best friend and your now, slightly less confusing sexual relationship, you figured you'd be alright.
Yep. That was definitely some weekend! you happily grinned, recalling all the things you'd done with his glorious naked form and all the things he'd done to you. That titty-fuck he'd given you last night, having especially been out of this world!
Even just reminiscing about it, you could feel yourself getting hard, and needing some kind of release, you suddenly remembered the DVD of the real Miss. Card you still had, hidden away beneath your bed. Popping in on - that body being the only porn you now needed - you watched intently as Miss. Card and her mystery lover went at it, jerking yourself off once more to the incredibly arousing sight of your former teacher having sex. Though he hadn't actually given you one last night, you did still hold out hope that perhaps one day Randall may eventually treat you to the kind of blowjob she was giving him. The sight of her plump lips wrapped around his shaft, while her head enthusiastically bobbed back and forth being almost enough to set you off right then and there.
After you had cum - picturing yourself in this John guy's place (whoever he was) - you wondered what exactly you were going to do with this DVD now. Now that you and Randall had become 'fuck buddies' of sorts, should you come clean about it and take it back over to his, or should you just keep it for yourself. The DVD did come with other home movies that would probably be useful to him for reference, but then how exactly would you explain stealing the thing in the first place? Especially if this dude was an ex-boyfriend or something, and he made a reappearance.
Christ, I hope not, you thought. Not after having watched his toned and muscular body send Miss. Card into screaming fits of ecstasy over and over again. You'd done not too badly for a amateur (or at least Randall told you you had), but this guy was a pro. And he was as handsome as fuck! What if Randall's body still harbors some sort of attraction to him that he can't control...
It was an unpleasant thought. The idea of Randall's body being attracted to guys period being unpleasant enough as it was, without the added possibility of him getting a boyfriend or lover...
Shaking it off, you instead tried to focus again on the DVD and what you were going to do with it, wondering if perhaps you could try and sneak it back into his house the next time you were round, and then hide it in one of the many still to be unpacked boxes. That way he'd never even know you had it, and you'd offset some of your guilt over hanging onto it for so long. Really it was win-win.
Yeah, maybe I'll do that, you decided, thinking it was probably the safest bet. Turning your attention then to some schoolwork you had still to finish and wondering what exactly Randall would have in store for you come detention tomorrow...
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