A Thing for Feet: a sexy-sweet coming of age Short-read Read online

  "No, this is precum. You didn't read about that?"

  She nodded. "Yeah. Good. So you can still do it?"

  I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants. Screw it. I wasn't putting wet, cold whities on. I turned around and gave her a good look. "If I get off now I can do it again like, every twenty minutes, okay? Is that what you want, to not be a virgin?"

  "Yes." She kept staring at me. "I want to have boyfriends at college, you know? And I don't want to be a clueless loser nerd girl some asshole frat guy thinks he can - you know." She looked sad or something.

  "But if I have sex with you, you, then I'm not a loser nerd girl. And it'll show, somehow. And when I find a good guy, it'll be better."

  She unbuttoned her dress thing and opened it. She was naked under. First thing I saw was the hair. Really dark brown patch of curly shiny hair.

  "I never missed a day of school. Never didn't turn in an assignment. Never got less than an A. I'm a good girl. I don't want to be done and end up that." She spit the word out like it tasted bad. "Tell me what you want."

  "Really?"

  "Yeah," she says. "Really."

  "Okay. I want you to go get dressed like for school only leave the shoes and socks you have on. Then I want you to sit next to me and watch TV. That's what I want."

  "And you'll do stuff with my feet?" She closed the dress.

  "Yeah."

  "And then you'll touch me all over and have sex with me?" She asked and licked her lips. Her mouth was small and pretty, her lips all pink and plump.

  I nodded.

  **

  Ellie told me to meet her downstairs in ten. I told her I still had to piss and as soon as she left, I locked the door and pumped it. Ten minutes until I went downstairs. At least twenty more before I'd need to put it in her. I might never get this again, ever. I couldn't even think about her feet or putting it in her without figuring I'd cum in seconds. So I drained it.

  Besides, she might like it. I wondered if I could make her like it. In the A fantasy, she always liked it.

  I went commando under my jeans and threw the jockeys out on the deck to dry. The stairs were off the front door. It was nice downstairs. Real windows. Regular walls and carpet. TV took up one whole wall, practically. Matching couch and chair, not some used up crap, like at my house.

  Ellie was on the couch with her feet on one of those giant fabric coffee tables. I don't know what was on the TV. Didn't care. She had a shopping bag, a green cloth one with a tree on it. She handed it to me.

  Inside there were wipes and baby oil and lotion and, believe it or not, a dildo. A pink one. It had a switch on the end like a flashlight. It vibrated.

  "You used this on yourself?"

  She nodded. "But not, you know, inside. Not all the way. Just a little. Enough so I know I won't bleed."

  Great. Sex with smart girls. They think of everything.

  "I'm just gonna watch TV now," she said.

  I sat next to her for a while. She started to get nervous and her right foot was jiggling. I could see her doing the wave inside her shoe, the knuckles of her toes pushing up against the fabric.

  I laid my hand on her thigh. It felt so fucking good. I squeezed a little. She let her knees fall open and relaxed. Then I was sliding my hand all over inside her thigh and under. I mean, how does half a leg feel that good?

  Up by her pussy I could feel her heat. Was that from me or was it just like that? I slid down and hooked my fingers under her knee and pulled her right leg over my left.

  She just went with it. I used both hands on her calf, stroking and working my way down. Then I had her foot in my hands again and I was not letting go. I didn't care if her whole family showed up to binge-watch Elmo's fuckin' World, no way was I not doing this.

  I took the shoe off and lifted her foot with the little pink sock still on. I was about to rub my face against her instep, I wanted to feel her, smell her. I stopped. Shit, she'll think I'm too weird. I look. She was looking right at me. Her lips were wet and her eyes shiny and dark. She wanted me to.

  Screw it. I pulled her around so she laid back on the couch and shoved my nose into her sweet arch and sniffed. Oh fuckfuckfuck it was … jeezus so good. Sweet and dampish and some undertone of sour, it was like people describe tasting wine, she had layers. Fabric softener and sweat and something from the shoe, sort of like rubber.

  I moved my nose up over the ball of her foot and pressed it deep into the furrow under her toe pads. The cloth kept me from feeling her, made me wait to taste her. I bit the pads of her toes through the cloth and scraped her with the edges of my teeth. Each toe, each succulent little bud wrapped in fragrant cotton.

  She squirmed and made a high sound in her throat, but I didn't care. I used both hands on her foot, keeping it where I wanted. Slow. Careful. I rolled her sock from her ankle down over her heel. Stopped with just her heel exposed. It was rosy pink and not flat on the bottom, but kinda rounded.

  I kneaded the edges, outer and inner and lifted her foot. Her foot felt so little and delicate in my hand. I scraped my teeth over her fullness there, sucking hard at the pink flesh.

  I heard her make another sound.

  And I'm wondering how dumb was it to start with my jeans on, but I don't want to let go of her foot. I mean, my cock was doing things, but my whole insides, even my asshole was like it had a pulse in it, and everything was tight and hot and the pressure was unbelievable.

  She made that sound again and squirmed and I held her tighter and rolled her sock further toward the ball of her foot, exposing her arch. The rosy part of her heel narrowed at one side to a strip of pink and her arch was so creamy looking, smooth and curved.

  I nuzzled her there, and the scent of her was more like some lotion, now, the smell of her shoe gone, and I used my thumbs to stroke her and rubbed her against my mouth and sucked her arch and she tried to pull back but I held her in place and she squirmed and then I felt something on my cock.

  I came up for air and she'd gotten her other shoe off and was rubbing the bottom of her foot up and a down my cock through my jeans. No. Too good. I didn't want to come, yet. I needed to suck those toes. I began to see why guys wanted to tie girls down.

  I pressed her foot into my crotch really hard but didn't move it. I could feel him back off a little and I stuck her foot under my thigh, trapping her. It stuck out. She was laying back flat on the couch and kind of panting. Staring at me, her eyes so big and dark and her mouth open. It was so fucking hot.

  I had her right foot in my left hand and her left foot under my right thigh and I pulled her sock off the one in my hand with my teeth and just ripped the thing off her foot under my thigh. I started lightly running my fingers up and down and across the bottom of her foot sticking out from under my leg.

  She jerked and started to laugh and tell me no. So I brought my leg up and used my foot over her thigh to hold her leg down and kept tickling her.

  Then she started fighting. Trying to kick both feet. But she was little and I wasn't and while I tickled the one foot, I sucked hard at the ball of her other foot, and stuck the tip of my tongue between her toes, like plunging it fast in between them but still going slow and light on her other foot. And she was like writhing and her hair all came loose and she was laugh-screaming, begging me please please to stop.

  I did because like I said, I didn't want to blow my load yet. I was pretty sure if I kept it up, I'd go off without even touching myself.

  She lay there gasping and her nipples were really big now under the t-shirt. And I felt something I never did before around any girl. I felt in control. Girls were always like a swarm of octopus. They'd surround me and wave their tentacles around. I never knew what they'd do or which way they'd move.

  "Take your shirt off," I said and my voice sounded like someone else. Thick and hoarse. She did it. I just ripped her pants off, then, tossed them across the room. Jeans and panties. Didn't even notice the panties. I kicked that huge footstool thing out of the way and dragged her to
the floor.

  "Don't move," I told her. And she didn't. I got out of my clothes and sat on the edge of the couch with her feet in my hands and then just, holding her by the ankles, opened her legs and looked at her pussy. It was not like any of those pictures online. It was so swollen and open and shining wet. It was pretty and pulsing. Holy fuck.

  I slid down to sit on the floor, my back against the front of the sofa. Legs crossed. I sat back and took my time. I took each toe pad between my thumb and two fingers. I rolled them. Kneaded them and bit them and sucked them. I ran the tip of my tongue under and along the secret valley between them and the ball of her foot. I drooled. I didn't care.

  She was laying there with her tits jiggling from me moving her feet and legs and from squirming around. It finally occurred to me she was trying to get her legs together. Her nipples looked like bright red stones. She had her hands around her tits, like she was trying to hold them still. Or up.

  "You want me to touch your nipples?" I asked her. She nodded. She looked like she had a fever. "You want me to touch your pussy?" She made that sound in her throat, that high thin sound. She nodded again. "Hand me the bag," I told her.

  Her bag had fallen off the footstool when I kicked it. She reached and snagged the handle and dragged it over.

  "First I get what I want," I said. I tossed her a couple throw pillows from the couch. "So you can watch."

  I didn't know a look on a girl's face could be so hot, make me harder, make me want to shove my dick in her, in her mouth. But I wanted her to see me, first.

  She put the pillows under her head and I got out the baby oil. Not that I wasn't wet anyway with precum, but I wanted her feet smooth and slick. I leaned forward and pulled her hips toward me. Her feet in my lap made her knees bend sharply, opening her cunt up. I never thought they really got that wet. All puffy and pink and shiny like that.

  The outsides of her legs lay against the insides of mine, bent, with her feet together. I oiled my cock and her feet. Massaged and rubbed and jacked myself really slowly for her to watch.

  She stared like she was starving and I was a cream-filled cannoli.

  I squirted the oil on the insides of her thighs and her belly and rubbed it all over her and up to her tits, her sweet swollen, mounds. I rubbed my palms over her nipples, they were like hot like hard coals against my palms, and she was moaning and squirming and I knew she wanted more, but she'd have to wait.

  Finally. Finally. I took her feet, all slick with the oil and pressed them hard against my throbbing dick and jacked myself. Slow. Go slow. Remember this.

  I pushed with my thumbs against the backs of her toes and I could feel her toe pads sliding up and down my shaft. I twisted then a little and shifted my hips so I could get her big toe against my frenulum and fuckfuckfuck I clenched her toes and balls of her feet over my glans and then it was fast, so fast and hot and slick and I watched my bright red shiny head between her toes, her toes ….

  The fiery ball of heat shot to the head of my dick and the cum streamed out and out and out and out, it landed on her pussy hair and her belly and there was more and more - never like this, never like this before. I thrust between her feet hard and the emptiness, oh, oh the emptiness.

  Fapping was never like this.

  **

  What was weird was, after that, I just wanted to worship her. I didn't even take a minute before I had my hands in her hair, (she had amazing long thick shiny hair in that clip) and my mouth on hers and she was holding my face and making my jaw and lips do what she wanted. She poked her tongue into my mouth and I pushed into her and it was like we already both knew how to do it.

  She guided my hands over her nipples and down between her legs and showed me how she wanted my fingers to move and where and used me against her clit to come. That was amazing, that rock-hard nub of fire, like a tiny dickhead in the center of soft pillows of heat and wet.

  She put my finger inside her, and she was so soft and slick and then it was three fingers and she was so tight. I could feel the muscles tighten. I could feel it on my dick even though I wasn't in her, you know?

  I was hard again and it wasn't even twenty minutes. I was still worried because she was so little, but she made it alright. She grabbed my cock with both hands and kind of pulled me into place against her opening and rubbed my cockhead all over her. Holyfuckingshit it felt - I just poured pc all over her.

  I wanted to pound into her, but she guided me in a little ways and stopped me and then a little more and more. I didn't know girls stretched in, like guys stretch out.

  Her legs wrapped around my waist and everything tilted and I slid way inside, so far I could feel the end of her and she was amazing tight. It was ... nothing can explain how good this is. If I pinched her nipples, she clenched around me. It made me crazy. Made her crazy.

  And it was all great because she showed me what she wanted and how and all the years of worrying what the fuck I'd ever do for some girl who obviously thought I was a sex god when I was just a guy like any guy and how I'd disappoint her, that all went away.

  I swear, for that one day I was in love with Ellie Janes.

  Anyway. I fucked her. I mean, you know, nice. Hard, but nice. And she liked it. And then at one point she put her hand between us and got herself off a while I was inside her and I just exploded in her again. It was so cool she did that, she used me, you know? Just like I used her feet. It kinda made me feel like I was what all the girls thought I was.

  We kept thanking each other. It was bizarre and perfect. We took a shower and raided the freezer and had pizza rolls and really did watch TV. She kept playing with my balls with her toes, so, yeah, we very definitely did it again.

  I still have the videos, now, ten years later. I asked her if she minded. But what Ellie really gave me, well, she gave me a lot, but mostly she made me feel like I wasn't a freak.

  Now, I just tell women I have a thing for feet. If they don't want it, that's fine. They can choose B. But mostly, they're happy to at least try A.

  What woman doesn't want Adonis to give them a foot rub?

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