You feel relieved and Randall wants to continue.

You couldn't quite explain how relieved you were to hear this, the thought of Randall forcing himself to have sex with you and then immediately trying to forget having been gnawing at your brain for the last several weeks. You'd felt so confused and paranoid, wondering what the hell was going on. You didn't want to have sex with someone just because they felt like they owed you a favor. You wanted them to because they wanted to...even if the 'they' in question was your (formerly male) best friend.

That being said, you had just made somewhat of a fool of yourself, and so apologizing immediately, you quickly tried to explain your reasoning. "I'm sorry. I guess it's just..what with the way you acted afterwards..."

"Well excuse me for feeling a little odd after having a dick inside me." Randall replied, getting a little defensive. "It's not exactly what I pictured sex was gonna be like before all this shit happened you know."

He had a point, this whole thing had to be infinitely more strange for him. It was no surprise then that he hadn't really wanted to talk about it. After all, would you?

"Yeah. I'll bet." you agreed, feeling extremely embarrassed now for doubting him. Here was your best friend, a once staunch heterosexual male, now in the body of your dream girl, giving you free access to said body and indulging you in fantasies you'd long since held, and here you were doubting his motivations. He didn't have to do any of this. He didn't have to do anything at all. Especially not with you! Jesus, I'm a fucking idiot! you cringed, certain that you'd ruined things forever now, just like you'd feared you would., Why couldn't I have just shut the hell up!

For a moment it did indeed seem that way, what with Randall sitting there with that same forlorn expression painted on his face that you'd seen so many times before, staring off at nothing. Thankfully it didn't last too long, and shaking his head at you, he pulled himself up off the bed and quickly laughed the whole thing off. "Anyway. If you're quite done acting like a tool," he said, a smirk appearing once again on his face as his glorious naked body made its way towards you, "What say we put all this behind us and continue what we were doing? ...Unless of course you'd rather not."

"Um, nuh...nuh-no. No of course not!" you blurted, amazed that he'd taken it all in his stride and actually wanted to continue, yet at the same time having lost none of your earlier anxiety. "It's just uh...usually when we, you know...I've uh, I've kind of had a bit to drink..."

"And?" he questioned, stopping in front of you, hands on hips, with his huge breasts jiggling gently just below your line of vision. Eying you up and down for a moment while you stood there once again frozen to the spot, Randall suddenly raised and eyebrow and probed "You're not...worried about your performance or anything, are you?

You couldn't respond. You didn't know how. It was as if your tongue had suddenly retreated inside your throat, Randall having pretty much hit the nail squarely on the head.

Realizing this himself, his expression softened. "Dude, trust me, you've got nothing to worry about in that department." Blushing ever so slightly he then reached out and once again took you by hand. "Now come here." he said softly, leading you over to the foot of the bed, "There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just you and me, Tim and Randall. Now lets get you out of those clothes."

You almost felt like a child again as you stood there watching him undress you, his gaze remaining fixed firmly on yours. Though you were completely lucid for the first time, in a way this, what was happening now, seemed way more like a dream than any of the times before. So much so in fact that you were having a hard time believing that this beautiful, naked woman who was now kneeling down in front of you, pulling at your pants, was actually your best friend and not your teacher (though you supposed technically they were one and the same now). "There, that's better," he smiled once he'd freed you from your boxers, his tone sounding rather similar to when he was praising someone for their good work in class. It was at the same time comforting yet a little disconcerting, especially now that you were standing in front of him with your erection on show. The little hints of his Miss. Card persona that were emerging making you all the more nervous. "Now, seeing as you were under the rather deluded impression that this was all about you, hows about you start off by doing something for me?"

"Wuh...wuh-what do you mean?" you stuttered, attempting to hide your crotch with your hands as he clambered back onto the bed.

"You know..." he prompted, getting himself comfortable again and spreading his legs wide, indicating down between them. "Help me out a little down there."

He wants me to eat him out. Oh fuck! Randall wants me to eat him out! you realized, your heart stopping for a moment as you stared at his vagina, now much closer and clearer than it had been before. "Um. I'm not...I'm not sure I'd know exactly what to do." you told him, those delicate folds of flesh looking extremely intimidating.

"You seemed to get on alright before." he countered, referring of course to the first night you'd spent together, when you'd rather embarrassingly blown your load too early and had to try and salvage the situation. Back then the **** had given you courage, now you weren't quite so confident. "Just have a go. Don't worry, I'll tell you what I like and what I don't."

**** or not though, it was Randall's soft, sweet and seemingly non-judgmental words that were now giving you courage, as was the wondrous sight of him lying there spreadeagled before you. How many other people would kill to be in a situation like this? Hundreds probably. Thousands even! You weren't going to be the one to pass it up just because of a few nerves.

"Okay then." you eventually replied, taking as deep a breath as you could.

Moments later, Randall reached his hands up and gently placed them on your shoulders, flashing you a warm and reassuring smile, before helping to guide your head towards his crotch. Descending slowly between his legs, you could practically taste him in already as you got gradually closer, the unmistakable smell of his sex bringing back half forgotten memories of that unbelievable night, now more than a month ago. Pausing in front of it, allowing yourself a moment to take in the sight, sound and smell, you heard Randall giggle "Don't worry. It won't bite!", presumably under the impression that you were stalling, which in a way you guessed you were. Come on Tim, you can do this, you told yourself, shaking off your nerves and finally taking the plunge, pushing your mouth up against his vagina and slipping your tongue inside.

A very different sound accompanied this move, Randall letting out a short, sharp moan to indicate his pleasure, his body shivering a little at your touch. "Mmm, fuck! ...That feels good...That feels so fucking good!" he groaned, clutching tightly at the back of your head. Encouraged by this you continued your ****, lapping at the sweet and sensitive flesh with as much gusto as you could manage, savoring the exotic, musky taste. "Now just a little higher. ...On my clit, dude. Play with my clit!" Doing as instructed, you lifted your mouth and located his clitoris (which wasn't exactly hard to miss, sticking out hard and proud) and began working on that, rolling your tongue around it like you'd seen in so many pornos. This seemed to do the trick and soon Randall's feminine moans grew louder, turning into little yelps and squeals as his breath grew heavy and he began to buck slightly on the bed. At his request, you even introduced a couple of fingers, sliding them into the hot little pocket that led to his womb while your mouth and tongue continued their good work.

You couldn't have been down there more than ten minutes when his thighs suddenly and rather abruptly locked, forcing your face even deeper now into his sopping wet cunt, barely giving you any room to breathe! You knew what was happening of course, but you were still amazed, feeling his vagina squeezing around your fingers while his body began to violently shake above you, accompanied by what had to be the most gratifying sounds of pleasure you'd ever heard.

Fuck me! I just made Randall cum! you beamed proudly, after he'd released you from his grasp, lifting your head from his crotch to see his beautiful feminine figure writhing and breathing hard. It felt good. In fact it felt better than good... It felt fucking awesome! You'd made him orgasm all on your own (albeit with a little bit of coaching) and hadn't even had a single drink. Perhaps you really didn't need to be so worried.

I wonder what it feels like, you pondered as Randall gathered his breath, wiping a little of his juices from your chin, the female orgasm looking nothing at all like your own. Must remember to ask him sometime... Now certainly not being the time.

Recovering a few minutes later and sitting himself back up, his face now wearing the biggest, most satisfied looking grin you'd seen in a long time, Randall jokingly panted "A fucking plus, dude... A fucking plus!" congratulating you on a job well done.