She never got to finish however, as just then a voice interrupted.
"Excuse me, Gretchen. You don't mind if I just borrow Tim for a second do you?" It was Randall, appearing suddenly beside you. Flashing you both a smile. "I need some assistance with the raffle prizes."
"Uh, no. No problem, Miss. Card," Gretchen replied, stepping away and telling you that she'd catch you later. Leaving you none the wiser as to what exactly she was about to say.
Dammit! you thought, as you watched her disappear back into the crowd. Having the sneaking suspicion that your best friend had interrupted you on purpose. Not that he showed any signs of this of course. Surrounded by a room full of people he remained all business. Giving you no indication if he just wanted to talk, or if he did indeed need help with the prizes. "This way, Mr. Connors," he said, indicating for you to follow him as he effortlessly sashayed past you towards the kitchen. "You can drop those glasses off on the way."
Doing just that a moment later, he then led you towards another door on the opposite side of the kitchen. The two of you bumping into Mrs. Manning on the way.
"Hi there, Deborah. Hows everything going?" Randall asked her. Stopping briefly to make small talk.
"Good thanks, Laura. There anything I can help you with?"
"No, no," he assured her. "I'm just going to get the prizes for the raffle ready." Both sets of eyes then turning towards you. "And Mr. Connors here is going to give me a hand. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Miss," you mumbled reluctantly. Still, after all this time, disliking the power Randall wielded over you in public. Knowing that if you didn't answer you'd get in trouble and feeling about six inches tall as you did. Being **** then to listen to the two of them chatter away about how the event was going. Chuckling away at the kind of lame jokes your parents might make, which frustrated you all the more. You could have still been out there talking with Gretchen if he was gonna do this. Not to mention the fact that it was always unsettling to hear Randall chat casually with another adult. Acting all nicey-nicey, like the he and Mrs. Manning were best friends when you new fine well that if it wasn't for the fact he was in that body, he'd be cringing listening to this too.
Still, it couldn't be helped you supposed. This was his life now and thankfully the conversation didn't last too much longer. The two of you then heading through the door and down a long corridor towards a storage room of some kind. Randall beckoning you inside after he'd opened it. Still not breaking character, even now that you were alone.
Inside, as advertised, were several large boxes labeled "Raffle Prizes" in thick black pen. Presumably needing you help for real after all. As if I haven't done enough already...
As the door closed behind him though, Randall finally gave up the pretense. Letting out a long and frustrated sigh as his sumptuously dressed body slumped against a nearby wall. "Thank fuck for that!" he proclaimed, once again 100% Randall. "If I hear one more stupid anecdote about Terri fucking Walsh's vacation to Maine or about how "perfect" everyone's kids supposedly are, I'm gonna put a bullet through my brain!"
Though it took you a second to get over the rather jarring transition from teacher to best friend, and you were still kind of annoyed with him for cock-blocking you with Gretchen, it was plain to see that his own night wasn't going so well either. "That bad huh?"
"That bad," he assured you, grabbing a seat on a metal container. Your elevated position now allowing you a fully unrestricted view of his wonderfully displayed cleavage. His tits looking so damn good bulging out of that dress. "Seriously, dude, your mom has nothing on these people," he continued. "They're all so fucking self obsessed. At least Carla and Amanda can sometimes be kind of fun. ...But a whole night of this is like fucking ****. Not to mention the fact that Johnson is all over me again!"
"Yeah, I saw that." It seemed your earlier guess had been correct.
"I just needed to get away from them for a while, you know?"
You couldn't really blame him. God knows it must be hard keeping up this act that to you seems so effortless. Randall playing the part so well that at times even you mistook him for the real Miss. Card instead of your friend.
Not wanting to dwell on his own shitty night through, his attention turned to yours. Asking how it had been. Seeing no reason to hold back, you told him the truth. Thanking him sarcastically for bringing you along.
Rather surprisingly Randall apologized. "Sorry, dude. I should never have suggested you for it." This being a far cry from his previous responses, which had all pretty much gone along the lines of "if I have to go to this stupid thing then you're coming with me." Not the apparent sincerity he was now showing. Realizing his mistake.
"Yeah, well..." you told him, "Never again, alright?" Letting him off the hook slightly. Adding then, "And I suppose it hasn't been all bad. At least Bryce and Gretchen are here. Gives me someone to talk to when I can actually find a minute." Being unable to help yourself from making yet another little dig. Still annoyed that your conversation with Gretchen was cut short.
To this he feigned ignorance. Telling you that he hadn't realized. Apologizing again as he explained how he had just been so **** for someone "normal" to talk to. You being the only person that fit the bill given his circumstance.
Letting out a sigh, you decided to forgive him. Randall having successfully guilt-tripped you into letting it slide. "that's alright I guess. I'll catch up with her later." Taking a seat then on a container yourself.
"I tell you what though, how about I make it up to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well..." he teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "...we' are all alone in this secluded little room and everyone else is out there..." His grin growing wider. "And if I'm honest with you, I'm actually feeling kind of horny. I don't know whether it's the wine or what, but I could go a little fooling around..."
"Seriously?" you squeaked. "Right now?" Fooling around being pretty much always on the top of your mind, you just never expected him to actually suggest it now. Not with all those people out there. Gretchen included. "But what about..."
"Relax, dude. Nobody'll find us," he replied. Rising from his seat and making his way towards you. Still smiling away. "They're all too busy gossiping. And besides," he added, stopping in front of you and leaning forward slightly. Making sure to plant his huge breasts directly beneath your gaze. "Don't you think it'll be hot? Me, taking advantage of one of my students in the middle of the Booster Club charity ball. With all those parents out there... not to mention the Principle."
Hearing his voice turn breathy and seductive as he said this, your vision completely taken up by those two gigantic mounds, you couldn't help but grow aroused. Feeling your penis hardening beneath your pants as Randall ever so slowly reached for your fly.
If eating him out inside his classroom at the end of school had been a rush, this was like that times a hundred! Feeling a nervous excitement grip hold of your body as Randall continued his work. Switching character again before your eyes. "Don't you think, Mr. Connors?"
You could only nod as he pulled at the zipper. Randall now sounding rather nervous and excited himself. This of course only adding to the sense of danger. "Just think, I could lose my job if they found us. Maybe even go to jail..."
Oh, sweet Jesus... you gasped as his hand reached into your pants and found its prize. Pulling your cock free from your underwear. It's length hardening quickly in his grasp.
"It'll be worth it though," he continued. Reaching down and pulling at his dress. Flashing you his garters and stocking tops in the process as he climbed on top. His voluptuous body now straddling yours. Trapping your naked penis against the silky material of his panty covered crotch. "It'll be worth it to have my wet pussy filled by my favorite student."
Well, it seemed like this was well and truly happening now. Randall had decided. And as unexpected and as crazy as it was, you weren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Your hands reaching out then and grabbing at his chest. Squeezing those two giant melons between your fingertips while 'Miss. Card' got herself settled.
"Mmmm, yeah. That's it, Tim," he cooed, egging you on. "Play with my BIG breasts. I know how much you like them."
"They're the best fucking tits ever!" you groaned in response. Attacking them all the more.
While you were doing this, Randall in the mean time had slid his panties to the side beneath his dress. Feeling yourself now pressing up against his moist folds. The head of your cock trying desperately to gain access. He wasn't allowing it though. Not yet anyway. Instead taking great pleasure in rubbing his pussy back and forth against your length. Riding it just as he had done all those weeks before.
Fuck me, that feels so awesome! Why the hell does that feel so awesome?...
This continued for several more minutes. Your breath now heavy as you both grunted and groaned. Randall purposefully teasing you as he kept up the 'Miss. Card' pretense.
"Oh God. This is so wrong. You're just a child. ...My student! I shouldn't want to fuck my own student."
He was doing such a good job in fact, and turning you on so much with what he was saying that you soon found yourself joining in. Begging, "Please Miss.... Please. I want you so bad." This causing him to finally relent and reach down again beneath his dress. Guiding your aching penis into his awaiting hole...
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