"I don't know about you, dude, but I am wrecked!" you finally told your friend, after polishing off about your 10th shot of the night and pulling your eyes from his almost hypnotic wobbling mass of cleavage.
"Me too," Randall replied, giggling slightly, "I don't think I've ever been this drunk before. It feels fucking awesome!"
You had to agree with him there, you really did have a pretty good buzz going on now (as well as some slightly blurry vision), and even though you were having a whole lot more fun than you had been earlier, sitting at the sidelines on your own, you kind of got the feeling that any more **** and you'd been either puking or passing out on the floor - two things that you definitely didn't want to do in a place like this. With this in mind then, you looked down at your watch and seeing that it was almost 3 AM, you asked Randall, "Hey, you...you think maybe we should head back to yours? You know...before we forget where it actually is."
Laughing at this (there being a pretty good chance of that actually happening), Randall agreed as he began gazing around at the gradually diminishing crowds. "Yeah. That's actually a pretty good idea. I think this place is kind of winding down anyway. And right now I'd probably have trouble finding my old house, never mind Miss. Card's!" Looking then over at Miss. Esposita who was still dancing away with her friend's, he then asked you, "What about Miss. Esposita though? Do we just ditch her or what?"
"Uhm, I dunno. I guess so. Otherwise she might want to take you home or something cause you're so wasted."
"That wouldn't be so bad," Randall chuckled, flashing you a lecherous smile, "Have you seen her in that dress? Maybe we could have some hot lesbo action if she did."
As incredibly arousing as this image was (the two of them writing around naked together), you couldn't help letting out a loud snort at the ridiculousness of it. "In your dreams, Randall!" you told him, "No way is Miss. Esposita a lesbian!...Anyway, what about me?"
"You can sit in the corner and jack off you want," came his jokey reply.
"Screw you dude! I've got a way better chance with her than you do!"
Scoffing at this, and once again indicating down towards his new curvy female form, Randall then told you, "Yeah right! I'm way hotter than you! And if any body is gonna turn Miss. Esposita gay it's this one!" Finding no real argument there, and taking this opportunity to once again openly stare at his epically displayed chest (trying not to drool as you did), Randall then said, "Anyways, you've got Allison."
"Yeah, and she'd probably freak out if she found out where we were or what we were doing. My mum too!" you replied, recalling how they'd both told you to be responsible and take care of your friend - meanwhile here you both were, drunk out of your faces in the middle of the morning.
Shrugging off this though, Randall replied, "Ah fuck it! They'll never find out," before again recalling where this conversation had started, "Anyway, weren't we leaving?"
"Yeah," you agreed, remembering this yourself and looking back over where Miss. Esposita was, forming a plan within your head. "I tell you what, just text Miss. Esposita after we leave - tell her you got a taxi home or whatever so she won't be worried."
Thinking this as good an idea as any, Randall grinned, "Good idea, Batman!" as he then began chuckling away to himself again, "I guess tonight you're the brains and I'm the...booty!" Turning as he said this and proceeding to enthusiastically shake his ass in your face, you couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous it looked (as well as how unintentionally hot - feeling your dick stiffen again at the sight), the two of you then breaking into near hysterics.
Recovering quickly from this though as well as ignoring all the other club goers nearby who were giving you both funny looks, you took one last glance over to where Miss. Esposita and her friends were to make sure she wasn't looking, before making a break for the door - having to assist Randall a little as you went due to him stumbling a little on his heeled boots (coping the occasional feel of his big soft breast as it pressed against your arm).
Exiting the club and heading back out onto the street, the two of you didn't have too much trouble finding a taxi - what with the Laser Lounge being so damn popular that there was already a squad of them lined up outside waiting to take people home, as well as the fact that Randall was now a super hot chick which once again made things even easier. Getting into one of the cabs and managing to roughly remember Miss. Card's address, the two of you then spent the entire journey drunkenly laughing about things that had happened inside the club (as well as making sure that he text Miss. Esposita to save any problems further down the line), giving no thought at all to keeping up the pretense that he was supposed to be a 26 year old woman, referring to him as 'Randall' and 'dude' the whole way there. Thankfully the cab driver didn't take too much notice of this fact, and seeing how drunk you both were, presumably just assumed that the two of you were just talking absolute gibberish and decided to leave it at that.
Once arriving (relatively close to Miss. Card's place but not exactly), the two of you staggered towards the apartment and up the stairs - Randall having removed his boots completely now due to lack of balance - and went inside, practically collapsing to the floor after closing the front door behind you.
"Holy shit, that was a freaking awesome night out, dude!" Randall said as he tossed the shoes onto the floor and stumbled over to the couch - collapsing on top of it.
"Yeah. I've got to admit, as ropey as it was to start with, that was a damn cool club," you agreed, following behind him and slumping down on to the couch yourself. "And it was a heck of a lot more fun than any of those stupid school dances that's for sure."
Laughing at this, the two things barely even coming close, Randall grinned, "Damn right! You don't get a million guys buying you drinks all night, or get to see some of the most smoking hot babes in town wearing practically nothing in high school! Being an adult is so much cooler..." he then reflected, looking rather thoughtful and happy with himself for a moment in his drunken state, before once again jokingly adding "And being totally hot is even better! I mean did you see all those creeps throwing themselves at me? Everyone totally wanted in my pants! Or should I say 'panties' now? I'm like some sort of sexy Goddess now...rather than just being the spotty nobody I was before."
This was very true, he was almost like a Goddess you thought to yourself as you looked into your best friend's ****, but still incredibly gorgeous, beautifully made up face - the close proximity the two of you were now in on the sofa making it impossible for you not to once again run your eyes over the full length of your curvy history teacher's body (once again feeling your cock twitch and begin to rise as you did). "Yeah, it's kind of weird - you looking like that - but kind of awesome at the same time," you told him, being drunk enough yourself now to have lost some of your previous embarrassment and restraint, "You're like hotter than anyone else I know now! Hotter than Allison, hotter even than a lot of models and shit...I mean, seriously, I just can't stop checking out your body!"
"Heh. I know, Tim. You're not exactly subtle," he laughed, shuffling a little closer too you as he exclaimed, "But what the hell - Just go for it!Check out my sweet bod and huge tits all you want. That's what friend's are for right?"
"Well I uh, I'm not sure about that..." you mumbled, letting out a nervous little gulp as those massive boobs moved even closer towards you.
"Besides, I kind of like it," Randall continued, ignoring your comment, "It's cool having people checking you out and shit...It's kind of a turn on actually."
Although you had gotten the impression that being the center of attention for once was something that he clearly enjoyed back in the club, you just never imagined it would actually turn him on, and so as something of a reflex, you squeaked in surprise, "It is?"
"Sure. I'm not gonna lie to you, dude. I mean I can already see the hard on you got going on there in your pants," he giggled, pointing towards the now obvious semi in your jeans, causing you to immediately blush and awkwardly try to disguise it,"...And well, Miss. Card's panties are actually kind of wet. All that drinking, all those babes in tight dresses - Miss. Esposita dancing - it's made me pretty damn horny. And being horny as a chick feels sexy as hell. It really makes me wanna do stuff!"
"Stuff?" you asked, feeling your face flush even more and your own arousal start increasing, "What uh, what kind of stuff?"
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