Tap… Tap… Tap… The droplets materializing out of the faucet splat against the stainless steel of my kitchen sink. A sound that would usually annoy me now lulls me into a deep reverie back in time.
None of this would have happened if my gym teacher hadn’t so graciously picked me to help her get the tennis equipment back into storage. The bell had already rung a few minutes ago, making me late for the third time in a row for my Calculus class. As I finished helping Ms. Amanda get the last of the tennis poles back into storage, her hand gently caught a hold of my shoulder.
Looking deep into my eyes she said “Jessie. You need to stop being so submissive to everyone. I saw how you just let Cassie boss you around and take all the shots during practice. We will step all over you if you let us. Do you understand me?”
Abashedly looking away, I mumbled “Uh huh, thank you for the advice” and quickly started walking away. My pace quickened as I hurried towards our locker room at the other end of the indoor gymnasium.
I began wondering what she meant by that. I mean, I know I let Cassie push me around a bit sometimes, but we were really good friends. Shaking my head as if to clear my mind, I decided that I had too much on my mind to think about what Ms. Amanda meant.
Sighing to myself about the inevitable detention I would get again, I made my way to the locker room. It was eerily quiet,
except for the sound of a single shower being used. Everyone had already showered and left for their next class, including my best friend Cassie. I suppose it was too much to hope that she would wait for me and get a detention herself for being late.
Breathing a deep sigh again at my ill luck, I wondered who was in the shower, while my gaze gravitated towards a pair of white ankle socks sprinkled with a pink polka dot pattern. They were draped over a pair of black boots, situated right giresun seks hikayeleri below the bench that had a pile of clothes on top.
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By this point of my life, I knew I had a foot fetish and it only grew stronger every weekend. Ever since last summer, I’ve been using my best friend Cassie as an outlet to my perverted fetish. During the weekends I get awoken like clockwork in the dead of night and find myself creeping down our shared blanket till my nose rests on the crevice between her big toe and her second toe.
Over the weekend, we always had a blast playing Just Dance on my WII, watching movies, or simply shopping for clothes. Cassie’s feet usually became smelly after our activities, but never enough for it to irritate me. At the end of the day we’d grab a pizza from the fridge and then proceed to gossip till we fell asleep.
A tiny part of me loathes her for what she did to me.
She turned me into an addict.
It started out last summer, when she got back from a camping trip with her family and came straight to my house. She didn’t even bother showering after having spent the last two day’s outdoors. That night, I was lost in my dreams when my senses were assailed by something so beautifully pungent that my body started moving of its own accord.
I found myself half awake, groggy with sleep creeping down the blanket to get to the source of the smell that made my body react this way. All I remember from that night is that once I got to where the smell was strongest, I proceeded to fall asleep.
That’s right. I fell asleep with my nose resting against the arches of her feet.
Cassie had worn her canvas sneakers the entire day, so I was left unaware of her foot stink. But right before getting into bed, she had taken them off. It took a few hours for the smell to penetrate the shielding of the blanket and travel its way to my sensitive nose and haunt my dreams.
I woke up sometime later with my face still under the blanket; horrified at the fact that I was smelling my best friend’s feet.
But the feeling was soon replaced as the smell made me delirious while my pussy became scalding hot in lust. Tentatively, I reached out my tongue and took a quick lick. I honestly don’t remember what it tasted like, but I do remember going back for seconds and thirds. I fell asleep again after my brief bout of lucidness. My nose still resting against her feet like lovers holding each other after a night of passion.
Later, as I felt Cassie shift in her sleep, I found myself sleepily crawling back up the blanket and taking my place beside her.
That morning, I woke up before Cassie and wondered if it was all a dream. I found myself on the floor at the edge of the bed, my accusatory stare questioning her uncovered feet.
My mom broke me out of my trance by knocking on my bedroom door before peeking in to see if we were awake. She looked at me questioningly as she saw where I was sitting and what was in front on me. The end of her left eyebrow rose, as she gave me her famous “What the fuck?” stare.
Blushing, I replied in a low whisper “I was just wondering why her feet are so dirty.”
My mom for some reason decided that she wasn’t going to pursue the subject and told me she was about to make breakfast. Following her downstairs to help out, I wondered if things could ever go back to normal between me and Cassie.
Ever since that night, I found myself becoming more addicted as Cassie came over for sleepovers.
Though her feet have never smelt as strong as they did that first night, they still emanate a cheesy yet vinegary musk. My nose now fits so snugly in the crevices between her toes that it feels as if it was created to be there. My lips soon start kissing right beneath her toes, all the while my nose is snuggled up next to her toes, taking deep breaths. I can’t help myself as my hand creeps down my pajamas and I start whispering to her feet all the dirty things I wanted to do with them.
“Cassie made you real ripe didn’t she my lovelies??!” I whisper to them lovingly as I sniff with ferocity.
As sniffing turns to kisses I find myself getting mad at Cassie for how she treats her feet.
“She doesn’t know how to take care you guys. Not like I do!! Don’t worry cuties, I’ll fix you right up. Mommy will make sure you guys get rewarded for all the hard work you do!”
Soon the kissing turns sloppy like two teenagers making out with wild abandon. It only goes downhill from there as I sink deeper in my ecstasy and my tongue darts out frantically up and down her soles, wanting to show her feet my devotion.
“mmmh, you left the balls of your feet so rough from all the abuse Cassie!! I’m going to have to work extra hard on your sole!!” I say out loud while my teeth work at softly nibbling the calluses away.
I always left her toes till after I came off my orgasm, because they were the most amazing part of her feet.
I loved pretending those toes were just mini cocks as I bobbed my head up and down. I usually got lucky and a tiny inkling of toe jam would be hidden under her toenails, covered up by nail polish.
With a grin on my face at my find, I whisper “ooooh Cassie!! You left me a surprise??? You shouldn’t have!!”
Even though she kept her feet clean, she often missed cleaning under her toenails. I start off by slowly trying to tease my tongue under there to get at them, but most of the time I end up using my teeth to scrape them off. The taste is unimaginable. The toe jam is the smelliest part of the feet. It’s why it smells so much more between the toes than any other part. Savoring her gift, I whisper a “Thank you” to her feet as I crawl my way under the blanket until I’m back beside her.
Of course, she has no idea of what I do when she falls asleep.