yourself and Randall in a very embarrassing situation

"Aw, Jeeze, did I fall asleep?" you thought to yourself, as you came to, feeling sort of drowsy, as well as still a little tipsy from all the margaritas you'd been drinking.

Opening your eyes, you looked towards the the large flat screen TV, which was currently displaying the end credits to a movie you vaguely remembered you and Randall having started to watch, realizing that you had obviously passed out on the couch from too much ****, as well as exhaustion, what with all the stress and excitement of everything that had happened. Admittedly though, the way you were lying didn't really feel all that comfortable at all, apart from your head, which was resting atop of an extremely soft and squishy pillow. Moving your eyes down a little further, you then saw a familiar pair of long, feminine legs clad in denim beneath you, with two bare, pretty white feet with painted nails sticking out the bottom, causing you to quickly realize why you felt so uncomfortable, not only laying on top of the sofa, but partly on top of Randall as well. Having presumably shifted about a little in your sleep. What's more, that soft pillow your face was currently pressing against wasn't a pillow at all;it was his breasts!

"Oh God," you silently squeaked, feeling your face turn red as you jolted upright, pulling your face from the comforting warmth of your former teacher's bosom, glancing down as you did to see those two huge masses pushing out majestically from the pretty yellow blouse.

"Huh? Wuh...what's going on?" Randall groaned, the sudden movement having seemingly woken him up too, as you saw his beautiful face contorting rather comically as Miss Card's big brown eyes opened and began darting around from side to side, before focusing on you. "Shit, dude, did we...did we pass out?"

"Uh, yeah. Kinda looks that way," you awkwardly chuckled, still feeling embarrassed for having had your faced pressed up against your best friend's breasts, but trying not to show it as you slid yourself towards the other end of the couch.

Randall however looked slightly perplexed, obviously sensing something off about your behavior as you watched a hand then make it's way upwards towards his chest. "Were you...were you sleeping on my tit?" he asked, obviously feeling some sort of sensation from you having your head there for so long, this question causing you to turn an even deeper shade of red.

"I uhm...I guess I, uh, I kinda fell asleep on top of them," you stuttered, letting out a nervous laugh, before apologizing, "Sorry, dude. I didn't...I didn't mean to."

This however, made Randall break into a smirk, as he pulled himself up nd began to stretch, chuckling a little to himself as he did. "Don't sweat it, Tim, you don't have to look so freaking embarrassed. It's only my huge, massive boobs you had your face in," he jokingly replied, pushing out his large chest to emphasize this, clearly winding you up, "It's really no biggie."

It was a huge biggie though, and he knew it, having fantasized about those very breasts for more than a year now and having never before been so close to such a large pair (your girlfriend Allison's being at the complete opposite end of the spectrum), your embarrassment evident as Randall prolonged his stretching for as long as possible, obviously enjoying watching you squirm, the **** of his chest against the thin material threatening to burst several of the buttons on Miss Card's blouse. You tried not to gawk of course, but the sight was just too damn tempting, walking straight into Randall's teasing as you began to further blush and his smirk began to grow even wider.

"Anyway, what time is it?" he suddenly and rather abruptly asked, growing quickly bored of that and pulling himself up off the couch, looking around the living room for a clock (having yet to properly familiarize himself with the entire place).

Snapping out of your boobie trance, the show being now officially over, you looked down at your watch and said, "It's just after twelve," the two of you having only been asleep for about 3 or 4 hours. Realizing this, but figuring as it had been such a long day and seeing how you both could probably use the rest, you then followed that up by asking, "You think we should maybe just hit the hay?"

"What? No way!" Randall quickly protested, not liking the idea of this one bit, telling you that, "We're not at home anymore, Tim. This is casa de Randall. There's no parents telling us when we have to get to bed or anything. We can do what we like....And I for one don't want to spend my first night as a free man...uh, free woman, tucked up in bed this early when we could be having some fun."

This kind of made sense you supposed, though you weren't entirely sure what else there was to do, inquiring curiously, "And by fun you mean...?"

"I dunno, exploring more of Miss Card's stuff and shit," Randall replied, his enthusiastic smile becoming quite infectious, "Making the most of this sweet apartment."

Deciding that he was right, and that this was probably gonna be one of the only times the two of you would be in a situation like this for a while, what with your mom being adamant about coming to visit tomorrow and getting Randall properly prepared for his new life; this (in a strange sort of way) bachelor pad that you were now inhabiting soon to become the home of your well to do, respectable History teacher once more, and not really the place for two 18 year old boys to mess around in, you told him, "Alright, I guess we can stay up a bit longer," breaking into a grin of your own as you did.

"Sweet!" Randall happily said, breaking into one of his stupid little dances, that in Miss Card's body looked even more ridiculous.

Laughing at this while you picked up your glasses, seeing as you'd probably both need another top up of **** if you were gonna be staying up longer, you then turned and asked your friend, "So what you wanna do? Watch another movie or something?" weighing up your options, "Or would you rather mess about on Miss Card's laptop some more, see what else we can dig up?"

Pausing mid dance, Randall looked over at you and let out another little chuckle, clearly having something else on his mind. "Well to be honest, Tim," he said, "I was thinking of something a little bit more fun than that..."