Randall asks if you want to see it.

Even when you'd been fooling around with Allison, your actual girlfriend, you'd never heard her once mention her pussy or how wet she was getting or anything, so hearing it suddenly coming from Randall in that smoking hot body, while you had your hands on his huge breasts, was absolutely mind blowing, especially seeing as he was pretty much admitting that it was you who was causing it. You didn't know what to say, or how to respond to this, and instead, simply released his chest from your grasp and gazed down between his legs at the thin little strip of red material, beneath which his vagina lay, recalling as you did what little of it you'd seen when he'd been jerking off inside his room.

Hearing a little chuckle and watching as a couple of fingers then slid their way down the front of the teddy towards his crotch, Randall suddenly asked, "You wanna see it too?"

Jerking your eyes quickly back up to your friend to see if he was serious, you saw an obvious glint in his big brown eyes as he smiled, "I'll take that as a yes then," the stunned look on your face obviously telling him everything he needed to know. Watching as his fingers then reached for the genital panel on his lingerie, trying to process what was happening as he did, Randall then lightly began to giggle,"I'm guessing you haven't gotten into Allison's panties yet, otherwise you would have told me, so this'll be the first one you've actually seen," tapping with a finger at the space between his legs, finding this fact rather amusing, "Pretty weird that it's mine."

"Uhm, yeah..." you agreed, feeling your penis throb as your eyes fixed themselves firmly between his legs (what Randall had said being very true; having yet to explore beneath Allison's panties).

Rather unceremoniously then, Randall pulled at the crotch panel of the teddy and slid it to one side, revealing the thick, fleshy lips of his pussy and the thin strip of dark auburn hair that led to it. "Check it out..." he said, moving his hands away and tilting his hips a little to give you a better view (so much so that you were now able to make out the hint of moisture clinging to the much thinner, darker lips that were poking out from inside), "...Miss. Card's 29 year old vagina! Pretty sweet, huh?"

As incredible as his breasts were (and they were incredible), staring now at the very body part you'd long desired to see, in real life and in the flesh, since first you'd discovered what it was and what it was used for, was positively overwhelming; the slightly swollen pussy sitting less than two feet away from you looking absolutely breathtaking, and your eyes were just about bugging right out of your head. "Oh Christ yeah!" you told him, losing all composure as you repeated, "That's a fucking pussy, dude. You've got a fucking pussy!"

"I know," he replied, sounding just as enthused about it as you were, "And if you think it's weird having tits, it's even weirder having one of these! I mean, I could totally fit that big dildo up inside it...and fuck me if that isn't a bizarre feeling; having something stuffed inside your body." While explaining this, his finger once again returned to his new sex and began gently prodding at it, revealing a hint of the slick, pink wetness inside, before parting his labia completely and flicking at the little hooded nub at the top. "And this little thing here...my clit, get this little thing going and it's absolutely incredible! It's like a little magic button or something," he excitedly told you, "Now I know why all those porno bitches go fucking ape shit when they frig themselves."

You couldn't quite believe this was actually happening, it being just so downright surreal and as arousing as hell, listening to your friend talking about his pussy while watching him playfully flick at his clitoris, your cock feeling like it was almost about to explode you were so turned on, as you found yourself shifting rather uncomfortably in your seat, fighting the urge to just grab at it through your pants.

"Heh-heh. Having a little trouble in your pants there, dude?" Randall asked, failing not to notice.

"Uh, sorry...sorry, man," you said, blushing, "It's just all this...You being like that...It's uh, it's kind of turning me on."

"No shit! I don't fucking blame you either," he laughed, taking even this now in his stride, "This body is like an erection inducing magnet. I mean I'm practically like a fucking porn star or something now!" Giving himself an idea with this, he then removed a hand from his vagina, grabbed one of his breasts and said, "Speaking of which, check this out...Just like they do in the movies," before suddenly hefting the huge mass up towards his face and wrapping Miss. Card's plump lips around it, sucking as much of the large pink nipple and surrounding breast flesh into his mouth as humanly possible.

Unable to stop yourself now, watching in awe as Randall furiously mauled at the big creamy mound for a good minute, as if he was indeed acting out a scene in a porno, you found your hand instinctively jumping to your crotch, where it started to rub, the sight of Miss. Card sucking on her own tit and the accompanying slurping and smacking sounds being just too damn arousing to take. "Oh Jesus, that is...that is hot!"

"I know right!" Randall grinned, releasing the now saliva soaked nipple, causing it to spring back and wobble momentarily on top of the mountainous breast, "It feels pretty damn good too." Seeing your eyes glued to it, as well as what your busy hand was now doing, Randall then added, with a mischievous smirk, "Wanna suck?"

"I uh..." you mumbled awkwardly in response, not sure if he was serious or joking or what as your hand froze in it's movement.

Letting of of his boob, Randall immediately began chuckling away to himself, indicating that he had indeed 'got you', and you quickly Joined in (if only to disguise your embarrassment over having even considered it a possibility). As the laughter died down though, Randall suddenly got a very serious look on his face and clearing his throat, he then shifted a little in his seat, moving himself a little closer towards you.

"In all seriousness though Tim, this is a total weird ass situation we're in here, and you're like my best buddy, so I don't want you to think I'm being...well, gay or anything when I say this," he began, the 'gay' comment quickly grabbing your attention (wondering where exactly he was going), "But, uh, seeing as I'm like this, and we're both obviously as horny as hell...as well as a little drunk, I mean, how about we...you know, fool around a little or something?"

"Fool around?" you squeaked, having never heard your own voice go so high, certain you'd misheard him, "Randall, what are you saying? You wanna..."

"Yeah. I mean, I know it's probably a little odd, what with us being friend's and all and me previously being a guy...but shit, I'm a woman now. I ain't gonna get to chase after girls and experience sex and stuff with them anymore. And well, to be honest, I'm horny as fuck! And after having that dildo inside of me and cumming like a maniac back there, I really kind of want to explore some more, possibly even experience it with another dude. You know...see if that feels any good, and see if I can get used to it. If that's what my future is gonna be."

Though it was obvious from the sincerity in his voice that he was deadly serious, you still couldn't quite get your head around what he was saying; was your best friend, Randall really wanting to have sex with you? It seemed impossible, insane even, and your only possible reply was of course, "Fuck me, dude! Are...are you fucking serious?"

"Yeah, why not?" he shrugged, looking like he'd given this quite a bit of thought, explaining that, "You've been my best friend since we were like five years old. You've stuck by me through all this craziness, when most other people would have probably headed for the hills and never looked back, like my folks did. We're both still virgins, and I know you totally had the hots for Miss. Card, so this'll be like my way of saying thank you for that."

"Jesus! I don't...I don't know what to say," you told him, this being the God's honest truth, your mind quickly bypassing all the weird implications and going straight to your girlfriend instead. "Allison...What about Allison?"

"What about her, dude? I'm not suggesting becoming your girlfriend or anything, I just wanna have some fun is all, and experience sex," Randall told you, his enthusiasm dipping momentarily, "God knows, after tomorrow when you're mom comes round and I have to start getting used to my new life and getting prepared for school and all that shit, we probably won't get another chance like this," adding with a chuckle, "Plus, when I'm sober, I probably won't want to either, heh-heh. So what do you say? You wanna fuck this smoking body or what?"