You agree to the deal

Though the thought of being around your friend dressed up in something so revealing and sexy still made you feel a little weird and uncomfortable, not to mention worried that you might end up getting a little overexcited and embarrassing yourself (the very idea of Randall catching you with a hard on because of him sending chills up your spine), the simple fact was that this was just too good and opportunity to miss. Randall basically being more than willing to act out a fantasy that you'd, and probably every other male student in your class, had had at one point - and that was getting to see those huge breasts and tight, curvy figure encased in something you'd only ever seen porn stars and catalog models wear before.

"Okay. Deal!" you told him, letting 'little Tim' win this one, feeling a shiver of anticipation as your eyes moved from the teddy to Randall's body, then back to the teddy. Trying already to picture him in it.

"Heh. I knew you'd say that, you fucking perv!" Randall laughed, looking rather satisfied with himself.

"Hey, it was your idea, remember?" you reminded your friend, trying to hide some of your embarrassment and act blasé about the whole thing (which was frankly next to impossible). "Besides, it's not like I'm gonna actually ever see that ten bucks again am I? At least this way...y'know, we both get something out of it."

Rolling his eyes at your pitiful attempt to mask your obvious excitement, Randall looked again at the underwear in his hands and grinned. "Trust me," he told you, "This is gonna be worth way more than ten bucks!" You kind of had to agree there, ten dollars being ten dollars, but this; this being like a once in a lifetime thing, and you could feel your penis physically twitching with anticipation again inside your pants as you stood there expectantly, waiting for Randall to actually put the teddy on.

He didn't though, and instead the two of you just sort of stood there for half a minute in a slightly sort of awkward silence, before Randall eventually spoke up, saying, "Dude, this kinda is my bedroom now...and uh, sorry to disappoint, but you're not getting the full show. So, maybe you should, you know; scram! Give me a little privacy while I change."

"Uh, yeah so-sorry..." you quickly stuttered, feeling disappointing, but also a little foolish for actually thinking you're best friend was gonna let him see you naked (the teddy being a big enough step as it was).

"Why don't you see if you can grab us a couple of drinks from the kitchen," he suggested as you made your way towards the door, "Miss. Card must have some sodas or something somewhere."

"Yeah. Sure. I'll see what I can find."

And with that you headed back out the bedroom, closing the door behind you, letting out a little sign and shaking your head at your own stupidity as you did. It was weird, you had never felt this anxious or on edge around your friend before, but now that he was suddenly a beautiful woman you felt like you were literally walking on eggshells all the time; always being one step away from doing something to embarrass yourself or put your foot in your mouth. Though you supposed that was bound to happen. Even if Randall was still just the same guy he'd always been on the inside, suddenly having what appeared to be (from the outside anyway) your former teacher as your best friend, goofing around and talking about tits and stuff was kind of difficult to get used to. That being said, you were, courtesy of that very same friend inside that very hot body, about to see Miss. Card walking around wearing that revealing little piece of lingerie that you could still hardly believe she actually owned (or at least you thought you were, hoping that this wasn't all just some prank he was playing on you).

"This is gonna be so awesome!" you grinned to yourself, heading back down the hall, feeling your excitement building again and rubbing a little at your crotch as you went.

Once back in the kitchen, you took another quick glance through the cupboards, recalling having seen some soda somewhere right enough, before discovering much to your annoyance that it was soda water. "Hm, well, I guess that's a start at least," you said to yourself, seeing if there was anything you could add it to, Miss. Card's healthy diet seemingly stretching to what she drank too. Rummaging around a little further, you did eventually locate some apple and elder flower cordial inside the fridge, and faced with a lack of other options decided to mix the two.

"Oh well, I hope Randall's taste buds have changed too," you chuckled as you poured two glasses, well aware of how much he hated stuff like that, being a complete, Pepsi and Dr. Pepper fiend. You also noticed, as you were getting the glasses, a few bottles of **** tucked away in the back of the cupboard; wine, gin and even some vodka, making a mental note to mention it to Randall when he appeared, figuring that having his own stash of booze might come in handy later (not really having much access to **** yourself, what with still being only 18).

Grabbing the drinks, you then took a seat on the comfy red sofa and switched on the TV to pass the time while you waited for your friend. Not that you really did much watching, continually peering over your shoulder every ten seconds or so, anxiously and somewhat nervously waiting for him to show.

"Is Timmy-boy ready for his oral examination?" you finally heard an extremely sensuous and sultry voice from behind you say, on one of the rare occasions that your attention was actually focused on the screen, turning your head quickly round to see Randall standing there, as promised, dressed in that very same sexy redteddy he'd been holding in his hand moments ago with his hand on hip and his chest thrust out towards you.

Your eyes just about bugged out right there and then, having never seen such an epic vision of eroticness before, the incredibly tight, revealing piece of lingerie clinging to his body like a second skin (or at least the parts it was actually covering), parts of which were actually see through, detailed with delicate lace mesh. Forget Playboy model, this was more like Goddess! Never before had you seen Miss. Card's body so amply displayed; her huge breasts looking now all the larger, rising out of the top of the low cut teddy like two round and creamy flotation devices bobbing proudly up out of the water, straining at the material and pulling the thin straps taut. Below this, the bottom of the teddy hugged tightly to her crotch, leaving his curvy hips bare, like a sort of high cut swimming costume, displaying fully, for the first time, the tops of her beautiful thighs, the rest of her long, well toned legs which were made to look all the more incredible with the addition of the 4 inch heels.

"Well don't just sit there gawping like an idiot!" Randall laughed as you did just that, utterly blown away by what you were witnessing; your eyes not entirely sure where to look, racing around as they tried to take in the unparalleled splendor that was Miss. Card's amazing figure, "What do you think? Do I look freaking hot or do I look freaking hot?"

"Wow...dude," you eventually managed to say after a good couple of seconds, trying to find the right words to describe what you were seeing, "You look...you look...amazing!"