Without missing a beat Randall's smile widened, turning rather suggestive. "Who says I'm teasing?" he grinned, sliding his hands slowly down his chest, gently caressing himself as they went.
The sight made your dick twitch and before you even knew what was happening he began to make his way towards you, his wide hips swinging too and fro with every step. You could barely believe that sorry excuse for a bathing suit was actually managing to stay on, certain that any moment his large brownish nipples were going to break free as his large breasts jiggled wildly, their motion almost hypnotic. Stopping directly in front of you, you realized that the silver platforms he was wearing now gave him a distinct advantage in height, towering over you by a good two inches. Then, without so much as a word, he reached out, took your hand and rather abruptly turned and pulled you straight out the door.
Oh God. Is he going to...? ...Are we going to...? you started to question as you were then led down the hall in the direction of his bedroom, having no time at all to process what was actually happening. ...Are the two of us going to have sex?! All signs did seem to point to yes, and although this was exactly what you'd been hoping would happen and really should have felt excited about it...now that it actually was, for some reason you just didn't. You felt anxious. Uncomfortable even. You and Randall were about to have sex again and it just felt wrong. Sure, you'd had sex before (three times now), but on all of those occasions you'd either been ridiculously drunk or recovering from being ridiculously drunk. Now you were stone cold sober, having not touched a drop, and as far as you were aware neither had he. Being sober seemed to change the rules. You no longer felt quite so relaxed, so confident in what you were doing. The strangeness of the fact you were about to fuck your own best friend could no longer be dulled by booze, nor could the many nagging questions you still had rattling around inside your brain.
Looking at your friend, watching as his spectacular ass bounded up and down before you, you could see no similar nerves or discomfort on his part. Just like during the photo shoot, he seemed cool and confident, at total ease with his body. To an outside observer it might seem like this was no big deal to him at all, something he did all the time. Did he do it all the time? You didn't know, but whatever had happened to cause this turn around in his attitude towards sex, it intimidated you no end. This wasn't like first time sex with Allison, a girl you'd known and grown comfortable with for well over a year. This was more like being led into bed by and extremely confident, sexually experienced, mature 30 year old woman with the body of a freaking pin-up model. Screw intimidated, you were terrified!
Not that you were in much of a position to do anything about it now, remaining deathly silent as he yanked you through the bedroom door, closing it behind.
"Are you okay, dude?" he asked, once you were both inside, clearly sensing something was up, your face and body language betraying you.
Part of you desperately wanted to say that you weren't, the part that was causing your heart to race in your chest and beads of sweat to form on your forehead. The part that desperately wanted to come clean and clear the air of all this weirdness. Unfortunately there was another part of you, a somewhat weaker willed part that despite your anxiety and all round nervousness didn't want to, in any way, ruin the chance of you getting your hands again on Randall's dream like body.
"Uh...yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," you lied, trying your best to act as natural as you could.
Not that it did much good. Randall seeing right through you. "For a guy who's about to have sex with this," he replied, gesturing down towards his incredibly voluptuous, barely clad body, "you don't exactly look it."
Once again you made a rather poor attempt to cover up your true emotions, once again without much luck, feeling yourself starting to turn red under the gaze Miss. Card's soft brown eyes. "Dude, it's me. Seriously. I can read you like a book. You were acting exactly the same last night...except, you know, a heck of a lot drunker!" he chuckled at this, recalling events that you yourself could barely remember, last night still seeming like nothing more than a hazy dream. "Just relax. There's no need to be nervous."
That's easy for you to say, you thought, looking like that!, but didn't say it out loud. You did however decide to just bite the bullet and tell him what was bothering you, figuring that there really would be no better opportunity that this right now. "I'm sorry, dude. It's just... Well, it's still kind of weird all this. Me and you," you told him, the words getting stuck awkwardly in your throat (having never felt so nervous in his presence before). "We're best friends one minute, we're having sex the next. I guess I just...I just don't know what to think anymore!"
Randall looked at you as if in some way he'd been expecting this and sighed deeply. "I know. Things have been weird and I'll admit it's kinda my fault." he admitted, after a brief pause. It was a relief to finally hear him say this it had to be said, after all these weeks of actively avoiding discussing it, acting like nothing had even happened, his silence driving you mad. "But they don't have be. None of it does! I'm a woman now and you're a guy. Why does it have to be anymore complicated than that? Can't we just be two buddies helping each other out? ...Surely there's nothing weird about that. Buddies help each other out all the time!"
You could certainly see where he was coming from with this, it being pretty much the exact same line that had gotten the two of you into bed in the first place, and in a way it did sort of make sense. Still, you couldn't help feeling there was a little more to it than that. That he wasn't being entirely honest about what his motivation was...
Not bothering to even wait for a reply, Randall then smiled, "Just don't over think things and have fun." taking a step or two back as he did, his fingers reaching for the thin straps of his swimsuit, "It's not everyday that you get to fuck a body like this after all!" As he said this, he very deliberately peeled the stretchy blue away material from his body, almost as if he was performing a striptease, allowing it to gently slide off his smooth skin and onto the carpet below. Oh, sweet Jesus! you gawped, feasting your eyes on the splendor that was Randall's naked body, having almost forgotten how truly breathtaking it was!
Even though the sling bikini he'd been wearing left little at all to the imagination, seeing him fully naked now (with the exception of his heels) standing just a few feet away in all his glory was absolutely mesmerizing, and you could feel your erection physically starting to throb. That body was a work of art! From the top of his head and the luxurious, flowing dark red locks that sat upon it, to those gigantic, creamy mounds of flesh with their large, stiff nipples sticking out proudly. To the cute little hint of belly, now much more noticeable pushing out slightly from his svelte torso, hovering just above the now smooth and hairless space between his legs. Legs that were long and toned and just begging to be touched. This wasn't the body of an 18 year old boy, nor a 30 year old woman. It was the body of a Goddess!
"Well what are you waiting for?" he said, heading towards the bed and planting himself down, "Lose your clothes and get on over here!" Moving his gaze south then and indicating for your own to follow, you watched as if in slow motion his legs, that had remained closed till now, slowly began to part. Inch by inch they opened, like an oyster teasing its most precious pearl, while his long, painted fingers began gliding back and forth across the insides of his thighs. You don't think you'd ever seen anything so pants tighteningly erotic before, the sight of Randall's freshly shaved, glistening wet vagina gradually coming into view as he splayed his long legs invitingly being far greater than any porno you'd ever seen. You couldn't take your eyes off it, wanting so badly to do as he had commanded and just head on over there, to feel the heavenly warmness between his legs....
Unfortunately your nerves and your desire for answers were still holding you back, keeping you frozen to the spot as he sat there spreadeagled, beckoning you.
"I've...I've just got to know one thing first." you told him, somehow managing, with great effort, to tear your gaze away form his crotch, needing one particular question answered before you could possibly move on. And that question was Why? "Are you just doing all this because I'm your best friend and you feel like you owe me or something? All the time we've.. you know, done it, was it simply for my benefit? Do you even actually want to fuck me? "
The answer you'd been expecting was of course 'No', having convinced yourself that sex with Randall was just some weird form of payback for sticking with him through all this shit and not something he actually enjoyed. The answer you received however was almost the exact opposite, Randall looking positively dumbfounded that you were even asking this. "Do I even want to?!" he replied, trying his best not to laugh. "Uh, Dude... In case you haven't noticed, I'm sitting here buck naked with my legs open and my fucking pussy on display. You honestly think I don't want to have sex?! ...Tim, buddy, what the fuck have you been smoking?!"
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