You hurry home, but unfortunately your mom has other plans for you.

Jumping off the bus at your stop, you rushed quickly towards your house. Not having a second to lose. Though Randall hadn't outright said it, the photo he'd sent you last night and the fact he'd mentioned celebrating, in your mind at least, led you to believe that he had more planned than the two of you just lounging around playing XBox. I bet he wants to give that new lingerie of his a proper test run, you grinned as you reached the front door. Pushing it open and hurrying inside.

Before you'd managed to even make it half way up the stairs however, you heard a voice call out. "Tim...? Is that you?" Stopping you in your tracks.

"Yeah, it's me. Why?" you called back. Watching as your mother suddenly appeared in the hallway.

"I take it you were off with your friends again. That's why you're late home?"

"Uh...yeah," you told her. This having become one your more regular covers for being in detention. "Anyway, I can't stop. Miss. Card asked me if I could help her with some painting. So I'm just go change and head over there now."

To which she replied, "Oh. ...I see."

It was funny. Although your mom fully trusted Randall now (as ironic as that was), you were still unsure of just how much she actually trusted you, when it came to him. Not being able to fully decipher this reaction and wondering if she was again going to try and phone him just to be sure.

As it turned out, it wasn't her that she was intending to do the phoning. "Well, unfortunately you're just going to have to call Laura and tell her you're not going to be able to make it today."

"What? Why not?"

"Because your Aunt Joan called me earlier. She's managed to wrangle her boss's beach house for the weekend and she's invited us all along. We're leaving as soon as your father gets home."

Beach house? What. The. Fuck? you mentally cried. This having completely come out of left field. Throwing your own plans with Randall (and quite possibly his super sexy lingerie) completely out the window. You didn't want to have to go to no beach house.

It seemed you were the odd one out however, as your grinning mother explained that both David and Tabitha were already upstairs getting packed. Telling you then to do the same. The two of them, from the sounds of it, being over the moon at the prospect of a weekend spent at the beach. You meanwhile (as much as you also enjoyed the beach) could only think of what you'd been missing out on. Randall. It had been well over a week since you'd properly spent any time together. Sexual or non sexual. To have that suddenly snatched out from underneath you when you were so close seemed totally unfair.

"But... but... I promised her..." you tried to protest. Hoping that there might possibly be some way for you to stay behind.

It didn't seem like that was going to happen however. Your mother replying, "It's one weekend, Tim. I'm sure she won't mind." The two of you having done such a good job of convincing her that your relationship had changed that she really didn't see the big deal at all. In her eyes, you weren't really close friends anymore. You were basically just teacher and student.

"Besides, I thought you'd be excited," she continued. "Think of all the sun, sand and bikini babes you'll get to see. Plus you're cousin Daryl will be there. That'll be fun."

This wasn't really any consolation. Your little cousin, Daryl, who was 13, hardly being an adequate substitute for your best friend and his incredible, mature female body.

Your mother's mind was made up unfortunately (your father's too it seemed), and as much as you disliked it, there really was nothing you could do. You would be celebrating the end of your detention in secret, on the beach with your mom, dad, sister, brother, Auntie and bratty little cousin, instead of where you'd much rather be ...inside Randall's bed. This sucks!

"Shit. That does kinda suck," Randall agreed, once you'd called him to tell him the bad news. "I guess we'll just have to postpone things till next weekend then."

This was admittedly what you'd been dreading. Having to wait a whole other week for some alone time.

"Still, you get to go to the beach. That's pretty sweet."

"I guess." You weren't so sure. Having in a way hoped that he would be just as bummed out about as you were, rather than trying to look on the bright side of things. Maybe he didn't have anything "sexy" planned after all. Though you'd never find out now.

"Anyway, have a good one, dude," he told you, signing off. "Don't do anything I wouldn't and I'll see you on Monday."

"See you," you replied, hanging up the phone. Just in time to see your recently returned father heading past the door with two suitcases in hand. Calling out as he went, "Come on guys. Time to go. We haven't got all day you know."

Although the car journey was rather long and boring and although your thoughts were still on what you might have been missing at Randall's, once you arrived at the beach house and were greeted by your Aunt Joan and Daryl, you decided to at least try and make the most of it. The beach house itself actually being a pretty cool place and there certainly being a lot of hot chicks wandering around in skimpy bikinis. Though admittedly none of them were quite as hot as Randall was, nor were their bikinis quite as skimpy as that tiny blue number he'd worn for you weeks before (the memory of that still making you hard, even now). And so for the next two days, you lay on the beach, swam in the sea, played board games with your siblings and even had a couple of barbeques out back. Filling the hours as best you could until it was time to return home. Avoiding any urges to smack your little cousin upside the head every time he got on your nerves. Which admittedly was quite a lot.

Once the weekend was over though and you had returned home on Sunday night, you had to admit that things hadn't been quite so bad in the end. You'd had an okay enough time and it had been good to see your Auntie again. You just hoped that once you returned to school on Monday morning, yet another week of Randall exclusively as Miss. Card wouldn't be quite as bad as the first was. If this was to be your future now.

When Monday arrived then and you walked into 4th period Government, it was of course business as usual. Randall remaining in character throughout the entire lesson and even after. Leaving you with nothing else to do but head onto the next class once it was over. Knowing that without anymore detention there would no longer be any opportunity to even try and speak to him later on. The nearest thing you got to this being a text once school was over.

Randall: Hey, dude. How was the weekend?

You: OK. Apart from my cousin annoying the shit out of me. What about u?

Randall: Same old, same old. Shopping with the "besties". Caught a movie with George. Nothing special.

Right, you thought on reading this. "Nothing special" about him hanging out with Miss. Card's friends. It's only me that has to wait for a special opening. This arrangement totally sucking in your eyes, seeing as you two had been buddies for way longer than any of them (if you could even call Miss. Wells and Miss. Espozita "buddies").

Still, this was the way things had to be, and you did have Sean you supposed. Who, although you'd joked about it before, was becoming increasingly more and more a surrogate for Randall as the days went by.

As for the rest of the week, it carried on in much the same manner as the Monday. Dragging slightly as it got ever closer towards the weekend, due in no small part to Sean being off sick for a day or two, as well as the lack of detention making Bryce's presence noticeably absent. Gretchen on the other hand, you saw a little bit more of. Your interactions becoming more and more frequent now as you passed each other in the corridor and she even approached you a few times at lunch. Kinda wishing that you actually had some classes with her so that you had a much more valid excuse to approach her yourself.

As for the proposed weekend with Randall, you had to admit, when Saturday came, you were actually glad for once to be roused out of bed by your mother. Informing you as she did that she'd just had "Laura" on the phone and that "she wants you to help with those chores you never got to do last time." This was of course the phone call you'd been waiting for. Racing out of bed then and into the shower as fast as you could (though admittedly pretending not to be all that bothered in front of your mom). It had been over two weeks since the dance, since you'd last been round to his place, and since you'd last felt the warm embrace of his tight, wet pussy. And while that photo he'd sent you of himself all decked out in that sexy black lingerie had been a helpful tool while jerking off, it was the real thing you wanted to get your hands on again, and you certainly hoped now would finally be the case.

As it turned out...