Randall heads off to his new bedroom to 'sort himself out'.

"You know... STUFF!" he said, breaking down into more giggles. He stumbled and fell against you, grabbing your arm for support as he slumped. "Come on, dude, give me a hand. I think I'm a little drunk..." he added between giggles.

You helped him stand back up but he still leaned on you for balance. He stepped forward, putting his hands on the wall as awkwardly struggling to keep his balance. He began carefully making his way down the hall toward the bedroom.

At about halfway he seemed to realize you weren't following. He turned his head and called "yo, Tim, come on! Don't you want to watch? I said you could check me out, didn't I?"

You weren't exactly certain what Randall planned but you didn't need another invitation. You hurried down the hall after him, catching him as he got to the door. He switched on the light and walked in with you trailing behind. Once again you stood in Miss Card's bedroom. You looked around a little nervously, still feeling a little strange being here - especially with a sexily dressed and very drunk 'Miss Card'. Randall got a look of intense concencration as he carefully scanned the room.

"Got it!" he finally said, snapping his fingers. He knelt down to look under the bed. "Ah ha, I was right!" he said in a satisfied tone as he pulled a small box out from under the bed. He started digging through it. You craned your neck to peek as the contents but he pulled the box back. "Nuh-uh!" he teased, pulling it back. "A girl's got to keep some secrets. I want to go through all this on my own first." He pulled something out and then pushed the box back under the bed. "But this will do for now."

He stood back up and then sat on the bed, examining his new 'toy'. You just stared as Randall ran his hands over what appeared to be a rather large, flesh-colored dildo. He pressed something and it began to vibrate. "Ooh!" he said. "That looks like fun!"

He turned to you and then laughed at your shocked and horrified expression. "Hah! Don't be a prude, man. I said you could watch so why don't you sit over there."

He held the vibrating cylinder down to his groin and gave a little shudder. "Cool!" he commented with a wide grin. "Sit back and enjoy - I'm going to have some fun!" With that he lay back on the bed and shimmied out of his panties.

Still in a drunken haze, your brain couldn't quite process what you were seeing. The whole scene was quite surreal, like something out of a dream or fantasy. Your gorgeous, stacked teacher was sprawled on her back in a tight, sexy dress. She bent her knees and spread her legs, letting the hem of the dress push up to her waist and giving you an incredible view of her lower body. Your mouth dropped open as she plunged the dildo into her vagina, grinding against it as she moaned and grunted.

Conflicting desires warred within you. You desperately wanted to jump onto the bed and join her - but you felt somewhat intimitated at being so close to the object of your desire. (And a small voice inside you screamed 'this is Randall!'). Still, your arousal was overwhelming and, without realizing it, you began massaging your penis through your pants. Another part of you yelled that this was the opportunity of a lifetime. You should record this while you had the chance - it would provide countless hours of fuel for future fantasies. You hesitated between pulling out your phone or dropping your pants.