You watched as Randall then pulled a pair of sexy looking black, knee-high boots from the closet, complete with, what looked to be, 4 inch stiletto heels.
"What do you think, dude? You think this sexy ass body will look good in these bad boys?" he asked you with a grin, holding up the boots for your perusal.
The answer was of course a resounding 'yes', the boots looking hot as hell (and most definitely being a part of Miss. Card's clubbing wear rather than her regular clothes), and so you told him, "Uh, yeah. Yeah sure. But, uhm...aren't those heels a little on the high side?"
"I dunno. Looks okay to me," Randall shrugged, glancing at the boots, the heels obviously not looking all that daunting to him. "Besides, chicks wear these things all the time so they can't be that hard to walk in."
"Okay, whatever you say, man..." you replied, not entirely convinced, certain that there was a knack that women had for walking around in those things that didn't automatically get transferred when your friend got his new body.
Taking this for a challenge, Randall then asked you, "You don't think I can?" a determination now present in his voice.
"I didn't say that," you smiled, knowing full well that it didn't matter what you said; Randall was going to try and prove you wrong.
"Alright, well lets just see shall we then?" he said, doing just that as he returned to the dresser and sat back down, "Just you watch. Once I get these things on I'll be strutting around the dance floor in no time, you'll see."
Proceeding to unzip the boots and place Miss. Card's incredibly svelte and toned legs into each one, Randall then hiked them both up towards his knees and zipped them back up, and you had to admit that watching this was actually kind of cool. Much like it had been watching him put on makeup, it was as if you were getting a private peek into a world you'd never normally get to see; getting to witness your gorgeous teacher make herself look all the more incredible and sexy before you and trying to control your continued arousal as you did.
"Piece of cake!" Randall proclaimed as he finished getting the boots on and then stood up off the chair, wobbling comically for a brief second before managing to regain his balance. Trying to stifle a laugh, you watched as he gingerly took a few steps forwards on the heels, admitting as he did, "Okay, so maybe it's not quite as easy as I first thought," the sight of Miss. Card's body stumbling around and trying to keep from falling over being rather an amusing one (especially as he looked so damn freaking hot in that dress and those boots, the juxtaposition being very funny indeed).
"It just...needs a little...practice....is all," he continued, his voice becoming rather broken as he fixed his eyes firmly to the floor, trying to concentrate on placing one foot in front of the other without falling over, moving ever so slowly across the room towards you.
"Looks like it needs a lot of practice!" you chuckled, picturing your friend moving around on the dance floor of a club like that, basically looking like Frankenstein, with his arms held out slightly now to help keep him steady.
"Screw you, Tim!" he laughed back, getting ever closer, "I've almost got it..." Just as he said this however, he suddenly caught one of the heels on the carpet, causing his ankle to buckle beneath him, and the next thing you knew he was falling directly towards you, his curvy body landing on you with such **** that it knocked you over as well.
"WHOA, SHIT!" he yelped as you both hit the ground, Randall's weight knocking the wind out of you for a second as you lay with your back against the carpet.
"Yeah, sure looks like you've got it," you grumbled as you lay there on the floor, looking up at your friend's somewhat embarrassed, yet also relieved face, obviously glad that he had you to land on.
"You try walking in these things then, smart ass!" Randall retorted, lifting his upper body slightly and pushing his long hair (that had now fallen across half his face) out of the way, in the process shifting most of his weight to his lower half, causing you to become very much aware of his groin pressing down against yours.
It was your turn to get embarrassed now it seemed, what with having a sexy, older woman clad in a incredibly tight dress laying on top of you, with her huge breasts dangling above your face; the huge expanse of cleavage looking almost like it was about to swallow you whole. Blushing somewhat and praying to yourself that the semi you'd had for quite some time didn't suddenly start growing harder, so that Randall could feel, you nervously told him (while doing your best to appear unphased by the situation), "Uhm, dude...you wanna like, let me up?"
This unfortunately seemed to amuse Randall, clearly sensing your discomfort, as he smiled mischievously "Why? Don't you like being straddled by me and my big ass titties?", shifting his body so he was know doing just that, placing his hands on either side of your head and shaking his boobs from side to side, causing the mass of boob flesh to almost escape from the dress.
"Uhm, no, it's..." you started to reply, trying to avoid staring at the two jiggling mounds in front of your face and looking anywhere but, as your friend quickly cut you off.
"Maybe now that I've got you down here," Randall purred, his expression suddenly turning rather sultry and his voice seductive, "we can finally have some...fun!" The next thing you knew, Randall's upper body dipped again and you felt his huge, soft, squishy breasts press down against your chest as he brought his head towards yours and you heard him whisper into your ear, "Would you like that, Tim? Would you like to have some fun?" his voice oozing sexuality, turning your entire body (apart from your still growing penis) to complete and utter jelly as you froze like some sort of frightened little lamb.
"I...uh, I...I..." you began to stutter, not sure what to say or think, certain that this couldn't actually be happening, when Randall of course, true to character, suddenly burst into laughter.
"Ha ha! You are so fucking easy to wind up, dude!" he told you, lifting himself up and clambering back onto his feet, looking very happy with himself as he did.
"What? Like I didn't know you were joking!" you scoffed, quickly trying to cover yourself and act like you known all along, feeling rather embarrassed that you had actually allowed yourself to believe it, if only for a moment, "You're not that good an actor, Randall!"
"I think that semi in your pants would disagree," Randall chuckled, pointing to the obvious little tent in your crotch, causing you to immediately turn red and jump to your feet, in an effort to disguise it from view. "Heh, don't worry, dude, I'd probably get a hard on too if I had Miss. Card's hot bod laying on top of me," he then said, giving you a playful slap on the back and thankfully just laughing it off, instead more concerned with getting back to mastering the art of walking in heels. "Now, c'mon, we're two intelligent guys. If we can't master a thing like walking properly in a pair of woman's shoes, then what hope is there for the rest of humanity?"
Fortunately for you Randall's joking around did sometimes have it's uses too, in this case helping to distract from just how freaking embarrassed you were at him not only having caused you to get a hard on, but having also noticed it too. What with this, the whole helping him get dressed, as well as the resting your head on his boobs incident, this night had really turned into one long series of prick teases and embarrassments for you, one after another. Your only hope was that once you hit the town and the clubs and got a whole load more **** in you, then you really would stop noticing all these things so much and just have fun with your best friend, just like you'd been having earlier.
With your semi having retreated for the moment and the incident having been all but forgotten about (or at least not mentioned again), Randall then got on with perfecting walking in Miss. Card's heels, quickly getting the hang of it after a few more minutes practice, gaining more and more confidence as he was soon strutting back and forth across the room, looking rather incredible as he did. No longer was he lurching about like someone who's had their knees surgically removed, now he was gliding around gracefully, and seemingly without effort, the 4 inch heels improving his posture and making his legs look all the more beautiful, as well as causing his mammoth chest to gyrate and bounce hypnotically with every step.
"See, told you I could do it!" he grinned, looking rather pleased with himself as he then located Miss. Card's handbag and keys and asked you, "Now, are you ready to rumble or what?"
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