Randy removed his shirt and wiped his forehead with it. The day was sweltering hot and helping Aimee to move into the free student housing was proving to be sweaty work. Even though she didn't own very many things, the bag of books was hitting him in the lower back and he could truly say it was a pain in the ass. He grinned at the thought and picked up the duffel bag. He walked up the remaining amount of stairs and hip checked the door for entrance to her new flat. "I think this is the last of it." He dropped the bag with a dull thud to the floor.

"It'd better be," was her laughing reply. Like him, Aimee was sweating freely from the exertion, though she couldn't take off her t-shirt. Her hair was caught up in a ratty ponytail, long hanks falling about her face and shoulders as she manhandled the biggest of the boxes over to where a startlingly good-sized bed was set up. "Thank you so much for helping me with all this, Randy."

"No problem. You still owe me a pack." Reaching into a cooler, he pulled out two bottles of pop and offered her one. "Not as cold as they were earlier, but they'll do." Once his bottle was opened, he finished half of it with a single lift of it to his lips. "Ah, gets rid of the dust."

Taking the bottle offered to her with a smile, Aimee leaned back against the little kitchen units that lined half of one wall as she drank. It was a tiny little apartment, only two rooms and one of those was the bathroom. The other included kitchen, living room, bedroom and study. "I do owe you," she admitted with a gasp after swallowing a large mouthful. "I could help you when you move?"

"I'm not moving." He shook his head and put the bottle down. "It's not that far, really. And I need to be there if Mom or Susie need me." he shrugged, Aimee knew enough of his history that she didn't need the refresher course. "Don't worry, I'll come tuck you into bed every night," he teased with a laugh.

"Promise?" It had slipped out without being told to, and the tone was just vulnerable enough to let him see how frightened she was of being in a strange place, with strange people, no matter how much she had insisted on it. She covered the sound of her voice with a quiet laugh and glanced away, sipping the pop.

Randy cocked his head, a little bit of surprise on his face. He knew better than to laugh. Not at that tone in her voice. "Sure, if you want me to. Just hang a hanger on the outside of the door if you're getting busy."

"I'm never too busy for you, you know that," Aimee smiled, relieved that he wasn't going to make fun of her silliness. "Besides, you are going to come and study with me, you don't have a choice."

"Well I get paid to," he smirked, they both knew it was more than the money that kept Randy on her about her reading. They had forged a friendship that neither time nor distance could break. "And you do know what I mean by getting busy, right?"

The blank look on her face should have been enough to tell him that she really didn't know what he meant. "Uh ... no? Is that a bad thing?"

That split his face into a huge grin and he couldn't help but fall over laughing. "I'm sorry, sorry!" when he finally regained control of himself, he sat up and continued to shake his head. "Getting busy, you know, doing the nasty. Screwing, procreating?"

The blankness remained for a split second before a look of mortified amusement crossed her face, and she reached out to thump him lightly, laughing. "Randy! C'mon, like anyone's going to even look twice at me!"

"Hey!" he got thumped and he wobbled left and right. "And with the clothes that Ro bought, plus the three meals a day, you're not the skinny little brat with knock knees anymore, Aimee. Maybe you should look twice at yourself."

"He pulled on it?" Randy leaned back on his elbows and looked up at the ceiling. "Sounds like he's gonna wake up when he's twelve and realize that men are far better to look at than women."

She laughed uneasily, not really wanting to think about a little brother like that. "Dude, don't be wishing your greedy self on little kids," she chuckled, waving a hand dismissively towards him. "Most of us choose one way or the other, we're not greedy like you."

"Best way to go through life is to have your cake and eat it too." he grinned at that and nodded his head. "Besides, we all have to be greedy sometimes. If not, people walk all over you."

"Maybe you're just indecisive, ever thought of that?" A little rummaging later produced two bags of chips, one of which she tossed to him before moving to curl up in her chair once again, crunching impishly as she looked over at him. "Can't make your mind up yet."

He caught the bag and opened it up. "Why do I have to make up my mind on gender? Does it really matter if I spend the rest of my life with a guy or a girl?" he munched the chips and shook his head. "Nope, I'm going to have fun while I'm young and when I'm about fifty I'll think about settling down."

"What's it like?" Aimee asked - it said a lot about their friendship that she felt brave enough to ask, let alone expect an answer. "The difference, I mean? What's it like being with a girl, compared with being with a guy?"

"Nothing, really. Except stubble tickles my nose," he grinned at her through a mouthful of chips. "Girls are softer, but suck at sucking. Takes one with junk to know how to properly handle junk."

This wasn't exactly an enlightening answer for the experience-impaired Aimee, but she figured it was as good as it was going to get. "I guess I'm not going to know that, am I?" she giggled back, resisting the urge to throw a handful of chips his way. "Not having 'junk'."

"You can be taught." To Randy, ever since he'd started tutoring Aimee, life had been one huge clusterfuck of a learning experience. "Just don't use your teeth and don't concentrate on the shaft so much as the head. It's more sensitive at the head. Shaft and balls for stroking and licking, head for licking and sucking. It's easy."

Aimee stared at him, wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open. "I can't believe you just said that!" she laughed suddenly, her laughter hopefully covering up the blush on her cheeks that had come with a sudden flash of imagination into what it might be like to practise on him.

Randy lay back, flat on the ground and his hands pillowed his head. There was a huge grin on his face, he loved to get her flustered. "Well, you know, I did say there wasn't anything you couldn't ask that I wouldn't give a straightforward answer to." Once said, he blinked rapidly to make sure he got all of the double negatives and tenses correct. "Yeah."

"What would you say if I asked to watch, then?" Aimee couldn't resist asking; after all, she had to keep pushing, or she'd never learn his limits. "You with someone, that is. So I'd know what to expect if I ever get a boyfriend."

"It'd cost you fifty." he answered automatically, as if he'd said that line a million times. And it occured to him that he may have. He shrugged and glanced over at her, flicking a chip back at her. "Really, don't you think that'd be weird?"

She batted the flying fried potato out of the air. "Why? I mean it's not like you'd be awkward about it, and I bet there are people who like being watched, right? The only one who'd be embarrassed would be me, and that'd be because I've never seen it before. It's a win-win situation, surely."

"Err..." Randy turned on his side and really looked at her, from toes to the top of her head. "Aimee, I can buy movies that you could watch. Really, do you want to see me naked and with another person?" This was a knee jerk reaction he hadn't had before. A third party, watching, was always an extra thrill and extra cash, so he couldn't quite put his finger on why he didn't want Aimee to watch him at all. He continued to look her over and decided that it was the innocence of her that he couldn't corrupt. It never occured to him that the table could be turned and he would have to watch her with somebody else.