"You have to flash your boobs at the delivery guy."

"You have to flash your boobs at the delivery guy when he comes to the door," you chuckled, curious to see if he actually had the nerve to do it to someone other than you.

"Yeah right!" Randall laughed dismissively. "And why the hell would I do that?"

"Because it'll be funny! And I wanna now if you were right. If you can actually get free food by showing off your tits." Randall having told you a while back that guys were practically lining up to buy him drinks and stuff due to his appearance.

"Dude, that's not even in question," he confidently assured you, thrusting his chest outwards. "Delivery guy sees this rack... naked... he's probably gonna pay me money!" Shaking his head then. "But there's no way I'm doing that..."

Goading him slightly, having never known your friend to turn down a challenge (even if said challenge usually ended up making him look like a complete ass), you asked, "What's the matter, you chicken? You can prance around naked in front of me alright, but when it comes to other people, you're way too scared?"

"Kinda... yeah," he surprisingly admitted - having expected a bit more bluster. "Besides, what if it's someone I know? One of my students from school or something. I could lose my job!"

While this was admittedly a possibility (a lot of your fellow classmates having those kind of jobs), the chances of that actually happening were pretty slim, and it felt like he was just scrabbling for excuses.

"Whatever. I should have known you wouldn't be able to do it."

"Oh, I could do it. Believe you me, I could." You had him on the ropes now.

"Then go on then," you prompted, adding the clincher, "I dare you."

This appeared to do the trick. Randall's mouth gradually widening into a smirk. Repeating then, "You dare me, huh? Well alright! Randall Davis doesn't back down from a dare. If you can make an ass of yourself in my panties, then I can fucking well give some poor unsuspecting delivery boy the thrill of his life!" Grabbing at his sweater clad melons then and hoisting them upwards with his hands. "Booby cannons primed and ready!"

Laughing at this (as well as growing rather aroused downstairs) you then passed the time with a quick round of Call of Duty, after he'd ordered the pizza and told you that it would arrive in fifteen minutes. Shooting you an 'I'll show you' look as he did. You had to say, you were very much looking forward to seeing whether or not he would actually go through with it when the pizzas arrived. The dare having initially been little more than a lame excuse to once again ogle his naked tits. Now though, it felt kind of dangerous and exciting. Sort of like back in the summer, before the accident, when you and Randall had been bored one day and started shouting out stupid shit at passersby, daring each other to go further and further. He had won of course - by a landslide - coming up with some of the craziest, most insulting stuff he could think of. Having to make a quick exit from the mall after he'd called a rather tanned, muscular looking dude a "limp-dicked ass muncher". It had been funny though. Not that Allison had approved at the time when you'd told her, calling you both "immature"...

Fuck. Allison... You suddenly realized that you'd barely thought about her this entire weekend - Randall having done a damn good job of distracting you (for which you were very glad). Who needs her anyway? I'd much rather have my best buddy Randall over her any day of the week!

When the doorbell eventually rang, fifteen minutes later, the two of you simultaneously turned to one another and began to grin.

"Alright, Randall," you said, excitedly rubbing your hands together, "Pizza's are here. Time to see if those two giant baby feeders of yours really have what it takes."

You of course knew that they did, being without a doubt the two largest, most perfect breasts you've ever seen, but what was a dare without a bit of playful banter?

"Poor guy isn't even gonna know what hit him," Randall replied, appearing completely unfazed as he then pulled his sweater over his head and tossed it at you. Followed soon after by his bra.

"Now stand back," he told you, strutting then towards the hall, his naked bosom jiggling and swaying as he went. "I've got a free pizza to get!"

Following after him, mesmerized by the sight of his naked flesh - even from behind - you hid just out of view of the front door and waited with baited breath as he approached. Waiting to see if he was going to suddenly turn back.

He didn't though, and not two seconds later did you watch the door open and hear a voice say, "Hey there..." That being all he we able to get out, as Randall now stood there in front of him, bold as brass, with his jugs on display. You couldn't actually see him, but you could hear both the shock and utter amazement in his voice as he breathlessly stuttered. "...I've uh... I've got... two pizzas..." Getting the show of a lifetime.

"Oh, hey. Thanks," Randall replied, playing it completely straight. Apologizing then, with a cutesy little giggle. "Oh yeah... Sorry. I was just getting changed. You don't mind do you?"

"Uh, nuh-nuh... no. I don't mind at all." Who in their right mind wouldn't?

"Cool. It's just my breasts are so darn big! Finding a top that actually fits is a nightmare."

You almost lost it here. Having to physically cover your mouth to keep yourself from coughing. The delivery boy's trance response being almost as hilarious.

"Yuh.... I'll bet."

"Anyway, what do I owe you?"

"Uhm... it's uh.... it's..."

"Drat! You know what?" Randall suddenly and rather dramatically sighed, "I just remembered, I left my purse at the office this morning. I'm not sure I have enough money on me to pay you with..."

Oh, this is good... this is real good, you applauded. Randall manipulating the delivery boy with this overly exaggerated piece of acting. ...Well, that and the giant pair of naked boobs in front of him.

"That's... uh, that's okay. These ones are... well they're... they're on the house," he said, playing directly into Randall's hands, "Special deal!"

Acting all surprised, Randall replied, "Really? Oh wow. Well thank you..." Fishing then for the young man's name.

"...Charlie."

"Thank you, Charlie. You really are a sweetie."

Watching then as he grabbed the pizzas and gave him a flirty little wave (it being kind of obvious that he'd had practice at this kind of behavior before), he said "See you later!" and quickly closed the door. Leaving Charlie with one hell of a tale to tell all his friends.

Randall meanwhile, now looked incredibly smug as he turned back round to face you. Grinning, "I told you I'd do it!"

"Holy shit, dude... That was insane!" you immediately began to squawk, thoroughly impressed by your friend's performance - as well as the fact that he'd actually gone through with it. Rattling out some of the lines he'd used that you found particularly memorable. "...My breasts are so darn big"... "I left my purse at the office"... "sweetie"... You played that guy like a chump!"

"I know," Randall chuckled. "You should have seen the look on his face... Chubby little dude. Looked like he was about to pass out!""

"Unbelievable..."

"Just goes to show, Timmy-boy. Never doubt the master."

Heading past you then and back into the living room, he put the two pizzas down on the coffee table and rather disappointingly put both his bra and sweater back on - your eyes remaining glued to his chest while he did. For the next twenty or so minutes, you both sat back, tucked in and continued to laugh at Charlie the delivery boy reaction to finding a half naked woman at the door. Though admittedly, you did feel a little guilty about it. The cost of the pizzas no doubt coming out of his own pocket, seeing as it had been your dare that had gotten you them for free...

"What is it, 20 bucks or something?" Randall scoffed, clearly not feeling the same way. "Somehow I think getting an eyeful of these babies and having a great story to tell is worth every single penny. I don't think he's gonna mind."

"I suppose. Still wish I could have seen his face though." From Randall's description, it had been priceless.

"It was actually kind of like yours," he told you, "When you first saw them." Bursting then into laughter, "In fact, any time you see them!" This causing you to turn a little red.

After that, little else was said about either the delivery boy or Randall's tits (other than the odd complaint he made about how uncomfortable his bra was), and you spent the rest of the afternoon spending some quality time on his XBox.

Eventually though, you realized you'd best get going before your mom started to freak - Randall having promised he'd bring you back home in time for dinner. You were actually still rather amazed that she'd allowed you to stay over. Randall presumably having had to come up with an excuse on the fly. According to him, you were helping him unload some heavy office equipment out of his car after the dance, and he thought it might be a good idea for you to stay the entire weekend to get an early start on some chores. In return however, your mom had apparently insisted that he invite her over sometime to see the place, so those chores really were going to have to be done soon.

"Maybe next weekend," he said on the drive back to your house. "Or maybe we can work out something after school one day..."

"Yeah, sure. I guess." The thought of hard work not really exciting you.