Well, he was rather drunk now and rather susceptible... and the sight of him standing there in front of you with barely any clothes covering up your Auntie's gorgeously curvy body was making you incredibly horny. Perhaps it was time to see just how far this whole 'getting everything out in the open' thing might actually go. Would he actually show you those giant succulent mounds that were teasing and tormenting you within his bra? Would he go that far, and would it be right for you to ask?
You weren't really sure. You weren't really sure what constituted right and wrong anymore truth be told. You had just agreed not to worry about any lewd thoughts you might be having about your Auntie's body. As well as having listened to him drunkenly ramble on in great detail about her various sexual organs. Would this really be any worse? They were his breasts now after all, to do with what he wished...
Talking yourself into it then, while Randall began to sway gently from side to side (his head having become something akin to a rag doll's), you finally plucked up the courage. "Do... do you think I could see..." you began, never getting to finish the actual sentence as Randall let out a sort of queasy groan.
"Woo... Jesus, I am fucking drunk," he said, moving a hand then to his head, stumbling forward slightly as he did. "Sorry, dude. I think I really got to lie down now... before I pass out. Everything's kind of started spinning..."
Crap! you thought, having now lost your chance. Randall no longer looking in a fit state to do anything right now. The effects of the **** finally haven taken its toll.
"Uh, no... no problem," you told him, getting up of the couch. Worried that he might fall over from the way he was swaying. "You need a hand?"
"Nah, it's cool. I got it," he replied, weaving his way ever so slowly towards you."Good talk though, dude. Was good to get all this shit out finally. Been really playing on my mind."
Resisting the almost overwhelming urge to stare directly at his cleavage that was now directly below your gaze, you focused your eyes instead on your Auntie's happily smiling face. "No worries. Was good to get it out too."
Giving you a reassuring little pat on the shoulder, he then bid you good night. Telling you that he'd see you in the morning (though by the state of him, you calculated early afternoon at best), before waddling off in the direction of his room. Bumping into both the kitchen counter, as well as one of the dining table chairs as he did.
"Night, Randall," you called after him. Not being able to keep yourself from checking out that incredible looking ass as he went. It looking so good in those tight little black panties. Half of each creamy cheek visible on either side.
Well I did agree not to feel bad about looking, you reminded yourself as he then vanished through the hallway door. Still not quite believing the conversation the two of you had just had. Having felt like some really crazy dream.
Unlike Randall, you didn't head to bed straight away Not feeling all that confident that you'd actually be able to get any sleep. It may have been close to two now, and while your body was beginning to feel it, your brain certainly was not - replayed the events of the last twenty minutes over and over again in your head. Him in that sexy, yet elegant little black dress. You discovering his bra size and his vibrator. Him stumbling in drunk and telling you of his night out. And then - most importantly of all - him stripping off his dress and getting everything out in the open about his body... your feelings towards it ... what it felt like to masturbate... Everything! It really was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. Having learned more about girls in those twenty minutes than you had in four years in the dating world.
And good God, how unbelievably sexy did he look in just his underwear? Your Aunt's body - in your eyes at least - being like the perfect specimen of female sexuality. Those breasts... Those hips... Those legs... And that ass. You were still rocking a semi just thinking about it. Hell, even when I was dating Beth, I never got to see her in her underwear!
The question now though was whether or not you could do as you both desperately wanted. To look past that body... your Auntie Joan's body... and see him as just your friend. Would that even be possible? You certainly hoped so, and you were willing to give it a shot. You just didn't think it would be as easy as Randall, in his intoxicated state, clearly assumed it to be...
After amusing yourself with a few more games on Randall's XBox, you finally headed to bed at around three. Finding your dreams, rather unsurprisingly, filled with images of your Auntie's body, parading around in her sexy underwear. Not that you could really remember them all that well when you awoke. Having only a few lingering feelings and emotions. Most of which made you feel slightly guilty...
What time is it...? you thought, looking over at the clock next to your bed. Finding that it was just after twelve. That wasn't too bad considering, and sitting yourself up, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and let out a yawn. Being curious now to find out exactly how Randall was doing. As well as just how much he remembered from the night before.
Pulling your clothes on and heading out of the spare room, you looked over towards your Auntie's room and saw that the door was ajar. Peeking in, you found only an empty bed. Randall presumably having already gotten up.
"Hey, Tim," he greeted you, as you walked into the living room. Looking rather bleary eyed as he stood there behind the kitchen counter. Propped up on one elbow and holding a cup of coffee. Having been in the middle of making some toast.
You were worried that seeing him after last night was going to be rather awkward, but in actual fact it wasn't too bad. This being a far cry from the underwear clad beauty you'd been talking to last night.
"How you feeling?" you asked him, taking a seat by the counter. An over sized gray t-shirt being his clothing item of choice.
"I'm not gonna lie to you, dude. Pretty fucking rough. Those girls have got a lot to fucking answer for!"
"Is it Bryce Spencer's party bad? Or just bad bad?"
"Bryce Spencer's bad," he replied, rubbing away at his forehead. His face now being devoid of any makeup and his hair rather disheveled. Not that your Auntie really needed makeup to look good. Possessing good skin and a rare natural beauty.
Your hangover after Bryce's had been one for the record books, and you really did not envy him right now. Being able to offer up little more than your sympathies."Sorry. At least you had a good night though."
"Yeah, about that... Sorry if I came off too strong and shit last night. You know about the whole body thing. I probably shouldn't have said anything..."
Clearly he remembered your conversation just fine. Looking rather embarrassed about it.
"No. No, it's cool. You were right," you quickly assured him. Not wanting to go back on it now. "We got to get past it. Better to talk about it then when you were half cut than never at all right?"
"Right." he said, flashing you a smile. Glad that you still felt this way.
Feeling bold then, and in the spirit of what you'd both agreed, you then rather nervously chuckled, "Besides... seeing you prancing around in your underwear wasn't half bad."
"Heh. Glad you enjoyed," Randall replied, joining in.
Though not quite there just yet, it did feel kind of freeing to actually say this out loud and not worry about Randall thinking you some kind of sick freak. Instead, simply joking around like he always did.
"So, do 'you like want some toast?" he then asked after a moment or two, pointing towards the two slices he'd been half way through buttering. "Thought I'd better get some food down me to make up for all the crap that came out last night, before I went to bed."
This, you had not been aware of. The bathroom being quite a fair distance away from where you'd been sitting on the couch. But you guessed that from how he'd looked when he'd left you, it was not all that surprising that he'd spewed. With any luck, he'd actually feel slightly better today because of it.
That didn't stop you from saying "Eww" however. The thought of your attractive Aunt spewing being no more pleasant than anyone else.
Agreeing to the offer of toast though, you got up and got yourself some orange juice from the fridge, noticing as you did, that beneath Randall's t-shirt, the only other thing he currently had on was a pair of white panties. Though you were a little surprised, you had to wonder if this was a direct correlation to what you'd talked about last night. Having no reason to get fully dressed in his current hungover state, other than to make things a little less awkward for you. Or could it have simply been a case of Randall not realizing you were here when he'd awoken? Presumably walking around like this a lot. Either way, it was a huge difference from how things usually were. Apart from last night and that brief peek you'd gotten weeks before, Randall usually kept himself well covered in front of you.
"Wanna take a picture, dude? It might last longer," you heard him say. Pulling your eyes away from his remarkable rear to see him looking at you from over his shoulder. Having clearly caught you staring.
"Uh... so-sorry," you stuttered, turning red.
Randall however just started to laugh. Telling you that, "I'm only joking. You can look all you want." Grabbing at the his shirt then and pulling it taut. Allowing you an encumbered view of his panty covered ass, which he then stuck out towards you.
"I've got a damn fine ass," he proudly grinned. "Damn fine!"
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