The following day at school.

Still, this was the way things were and you were extremely happy at least that you'd got to fuck him again. Plus, it did take him like another ten minutes or so before he actually realized that his tits were still hanging out for all to see and put them away. Their sheer size and firmness still boggling your mind, as neither of you had yet to come up with any sort of conclusion as to why they'd grown so much bigger lately (other than weight gain). Randall still very much having a love/hate relationship with them. Being more often than not, extremely uncomfortable to lug around. You meanwhile could only see the benefits. Those two massive orbs being just about the most arousing things you'd ever seen. His nipples being so beautifully puckered and swollen - pretty much staying hard all the time now.

Unfortunately, as much as you might have wanted to hang around for longer and hear all about your best friends epic tits (and also for the possibility of another round of mind blowing sex), after an hour of gaming you realized it was time for you to return home. Though your mother had accepted the excuse that you were spending time with your 'new' friends after school for the moment, you really didn't want to push it. Knowing her and how interfering she was, she'd want to meet them before long and then you'd really be fucked. Thankfully though, you didn't have to worry about that right now, your mom still being happy that you'd 'moved on' from Randall and had found new people to hang around with. Completely oblivious still to both your friendship with Randall and the fact that you'd been spending every hour after school in detention. The only people close to catching on to this being Tabitha and David who you could no longer give a ride home after school...

Still, you were in too good a mood to worry about that. Having sex with Randall always managing to put a spring in your step. Your mind now on detention the following day and what might happen there. Bryce with any luck helping out Coach Mullins again while the two of you got down and dirty on his desk. This of course being a much better thing to focus on than the ball. Still not looking forward to that one bit.

"Hey! What happened to you yesterday? You never showed..." A voice asked you on your way to fourth period the following day. The voice in question belonging to Gretchen.

"Uh... yeah. Sorry," you told her, quickly thinking up an excuse. "Something came up. I... I couldn't get away."

Thankfully she didn't seem too upset, much to your relief, and still seemed as friendly as ever as she filled you in on what you missed. Brandi having apparently taken a tumble on her ass during practice which was as funny as hell. "...Just don't tell her I said that."

"Heh. No worries, I won't," you smiled. Feeling rather relieved that you hadn't blown it with her completely (if there was indeed anything to blow).

"Well, anyways, I gotta run. Mr. Donaldson goes crazy when we're late. I guess I'll see you tonight."

Waving her off then as she skipped down the corridor, you then headed towards class yourself. The fact that Gretchen was also going to be at this thing tonight making it no longer seem quite so bad. At least it wouldn't all be teachers and parents and you might be able to sneak in a word with her here and there when you weren't working. Plus, you'd be heading over to Randall's first so that he could give you a ride. That meant that there was a slim possibility of fooling around with him a little beforehand as well. Plus, there's still detention... you thought to yourself with a smile, having not spoken to Bryce, nor Randall so far today, but still holding out hope that there would be more fun and games after class...

As it turned out there wasn't to be. Walking into Miss. Card's classroom a couple of hours later, you discovered both Bryce and Coach Mullins inside. Randall not being anywhere in sight.

"Glad you could join us, Connors," Coach greeted you as you walked in. Sitting there behind Randall's desk.

What the hell...? "Where uh... where's Miss. Card?"

"Miss. Card's busy getting things ready for tonight, so unfortunately that means I have to fill in," he grumbled. Not sounding too delighted about the prospect. This presumably being something of a last minute change as Randall hadn't mentioned anything to you prior. "So sit your ass down and get on with whatever it is you do. I don't want to hear any crap from either of you."

Doing just that then, not wanting to be on his bad side again, you gave Bryce a little nod and sat yourself down. Begrudgingly spending the next hour trying to study. It was a long and boring hour though and when it was eventually over, Coach Mullins looked just as happy about this fact as you did (explaining why Randall was left supervising detention in the first place).

"Right, get out of here you two," he told you both as you packed away your things. Adding, "And I want to see the both of you bright and early tonight and ready to work. There'll be no clowning around. You hear me?"

"Yes, Coach," you both simultaneously replied. Rising then from your seats.

Once outside, you chatted briefly to Bryce about the evenings ball and how lame it was going to be before parting ways. Jumping immediately onto your phone to text Randall. Wanting to make sure he was still gonna be able to give you a ride.

Randall: Yeah, of course! Come round 2 mine @ about 7. Should give us plenty of time. U told UR folks about it yet?

You: Sort of. Told them I volunteered 2 help out last night. Mom seemed kinda suspicious, but I bet U can sort that out 4 me. Being the 'mom whisperer' and all!

Randall: Haha! I'll do my best.

As much as you were joking, it was kind of true. Randall had a way with your mom now that defied explanation. She'd pretty much agree to anything if he suggested it. God knows how, but you certainly hoped it would get her off your back. Having responded to your story with "but you never volunteer for anything off your own back!". Your mother being convinced that there had to be some ulterior motive (which of course there was). Thankfully though, while she did know a few of the other Booster Club mom's, it was only Randall and Coach Mullins that knew the real truth, so your story that you were just helping out due to Miss. Card being in a bit of a fix would hopefully pass water.

"...And you say this new friend of yours...Bryce, is gonna be there too?" she asked, once you'd returned home.

"Yes. I already told you. He's on the football team. Other people from school are gonna be there too. It's not just gonna be us."

"I don't know. This all still sounds a little off somehow," she said. Still reticent to believe you (clearly knowing you all too well). "How come Laura never mentioned any of this before? I should maybe give her a call..."

"Mom!" you protested, but it was no use, your mother had already picked up the kitchen phone and was dialing away.

"Oh hi there Laura, it's Jenny. Sorry to bother you, but I was just checking up that what Tim was telling me about helping out at this ball was actually true," she began, while you stood there watching. Feeling slightly nervous. Randall was of course a whiz at convincing her of things so there was no fear of that, you just prayed that both of your stories matched up. Having not actually gone over it with him.

There was no need to be worried though, as your best friend had it completely in the bag. Actually causing your mom to apologize for having doubted you. Telling him then that, "You know what Tim's like. It's a nightmare trying to get him to do anything useful of his own back. I thought maybe these new friends of his were maybe leading him astray. He seems to be spending so much time with them these days..."

Not as much as you think, you chuckled silently to yourself as their conversation continued. Your mother assuring him that she'd make sure you were on your best behavior, before hanging up the phone.

While her doubt might now have been assuaged, her interfering unfortunately was not. Questioning you then on what you'd be wearing and how you would be getting to Randall's. Having gone from one **** to the other. You did your best however to fob her off, telling her that you'd be cycling there after dinner and that you'd already been told what to wear by Randall (a plain white shirt, black pants and a smart pair of shoes), retreating then into your room as fast as you could while your father thankfully distracted her.

"Guess this'll be a good opportunity to sneak this back over there as well," you said to yourself once in the sanctuary of your bedroom, holding up the DVD of Miss. Card and her mystery lover. Having burned a copy for yourself a couple of days back and this being the perfect opportunity to return it to his house without him being any the wiser. There being a whole heap of boxes you'd personally stuck up in the attic that you were certain he still hadn't looked in.