Jennifer Loves Jane's Feet
(Published on Sunday, November 13, 2005)
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When I moved to a new state, the first person I made friends with was a girl named Jane, who lived in my neighborhood. She was a goth and had only one real friend; a queen named Gary. They were both really nice to me and helped me make the transition after a tough move. I don’t know what they saw in me. At the time, for my parents comfort, I played the straight-A, blue-eyed, blonde hair, all-American girl to the max. My clothes were all Gap and Old Navy, and I looked like an innocent little perky jock girl, but inside I was completely the opposite. I yearned to go to a big city and express myself freely with people as kinky as me. I was bored and bi-curious to say the least.

Jane and I spent time together after school a lot, and once she offered to get me high. I turned her down, and she said, “It’s probably better that we don’t. I get really horny when I’m high.”

I laughed, but something inside me stirred. Was that her way of telling me she was attracted to me? I was curious, so I leaned in, and in a serious tone, whispered, “Well, then maybe we should.”

Her eyes widened, and she said, “Are you serious?”

“Only if you take THOSE off,” I said, nodding at her black boots.

Okay, let’s cut to the chase. I have a ‘thing’ for feet. Other girls’ feet. I either love them or I hate them. And if I LOVE them, I find myself attracted to the rest of the girl in a sexual way, and fantasize about her feet when I masturbate. Kinky, right? That’s why I needed to get away from the hometown!

But, still living at home town with my parents, I unexpectedly just hinted at my foot fetish to another girl.

Thank God she smiled, and started unlacing her boots. She looked at me occasionally, and I made no attempt to cover-up my enjoyment of watching her remove them. Even with clunky boots on, I could tell her feet were small, but as she pulled the first one out of the boot, I was shocked out how shapely and petite they were.  I raised my eyebrows in approval and she saw me.

“Better?” She asked, dropping her boot to the floor.

“Much,” I said, and immediately realized I missed an opportunity to hint that she take her socks off.

We sat together on the bed, our legs extended in the same direction as she wiggled and pointed her toes. Before I knew it, I was high, and I understood what she meant about feeling horny. I couldn’t take my eyes off her feet. Then panic filled my mind. I realized that I was doing drugs, and thinking about having sex with another girl! Halfway through the joint, I told her I had to go.

Before I got up, she said, “Too bad, I was just getting comfortable,” and slipped a big toe into the top of her sock and started pushing it down her ankle. I couldn’t move, because I had to see THOSE feet. When the sock fell from her toes and revealed the porcelain texture of her creamy white skin I almost gasped. Her toes were freshly painted red, and more perfectly shaped than any I’d ever seen. Not something I expected to see from a goth who never wears sandals. I was intrigued, and realized I had forgotten my panic. My heart was pounding harder than ever, but I didn’t have the urge to run. In fact, I was paralyzed with excitement.

She used her bare foot to remove her other sock and then she rolled over onto me with a confident, seductive look on her face as she lifted her feet behind her in the air and pointed her toes and showing off her bare soles.

I was staring at her feet, almost drooling, when I heard myself say, “Sweet Jesus.”

The next thing I knew, her lips were pressed to mine and all I could think was, “I’m making out with the girl with the prettiest feet in the world!” I mean, her feet were perfect! They looked more like artwork than human flesh and blood.

That thought turned me on so much that I could hear myself breathing hard, and I was the one to start using tongue. This set her off and within a few minutes she was unbuttoning my jeans.

“I’ve never done this,” I confessed.

“I’ve never been with someone so beautiful,” she said, melting me.

But for all of my fantasies about a wilder life, I wasn’t ready. I wanted to be clean and pretty for my first time, but Jane kept going, so I kept thinking about her bare feet and getting more and more turned on. Whenever she did something that I felt uncomfortable with, I just closed my eyes and thought about THOSE FEET. She brought me to a plateau of arousal that was higher than I’d ever been on, but I could tell the peak of orgasm was some ways off. I needed more. I opened my eyes and looked at her making out with my clitoris. Coyly I asked, “Could you…” I sighed, embarrassed to ask for what I needed. “Um… let me see your feet?”

She lifted them behind her and rubbed them together sensuously in the air. I could feel the climax approaching. Her feet really did it for me, she knew they did, and she was totally into it. I felt a liberation for the first time in my life.

“Point your toes!” I grunted, staring at her feet as she licked me into another world.

She did point her toes, and her soft pink soles became covered in luscious wrinkles as her deep arches came fully into relief. I was babbling senselessly as she teased me with the bare feet I couldn’t reach, and after a minute or two of my body flexed rigid in pre orgasmic frenzy, I came, still staring at her bare feet.

Before I could catch my breath, we heard her mother pulling into the driveway. I jumped up and got dressed as Jane watched me with a satisfied smile. We met her mother in the kitchen. Jane was still barefoot which caught her mothers’ attention.

“Why dear, what happened to the boots?” Her mother teased.

“I was showing Jennifer my pedicure.”

Her mother looked at me and said, “I have to bribe her to get her to the spa. But they’re beautiful, aren’t they? Doesn’t she have the prettiest feet?”