This story is bit of the history in my life. Like any story containing real people, some things that happened have to be changed, and like any good author writing non-fiction, a few things have to be glamorized. Not a lot, but some things. I would love to hear what some people think about this story.

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        After my graduation from college I was one of those people that wanted to go out and experience life like the way that no one had ever told you about, but it was always implied that this was what you spent your time preparing for.  Hell now you are really a grown up according to most.  It is supposed to be a party.

Somebody lied about that one in all those movies that you sit and watched as a kid during the 80’s wondering what exactly the hell it was supposed to all mean.  All the sexual innuendos and the bad hair and all that sort of stuff.  Yep and that show friends didn’t help at all either.  I had an ex-girlfriend that made me sit and watch that show and I was lost at the idea of spending a lot of my time sitting at the coffee shop sipping latte’s and having a job that seemed to have a schedule that allowed for a lot of lounging.

No I was busy in the office from 8 in the morning until sometimes 7 at night and barely had time to really sleep let alone go out and party.  Yeah I tried to do that party thing at the first part.  But what can I say, I got tired and sleep became more important than any of that partying stuff.

Four years later I suffered what many call burn out.  I mean I had that nice condo, two cars and a pain in the neck of a girlfriend who quickly became my ex-girlfriend when I took the moment to sit down and relax.  There was the constant nagging about what was I going to do for money.  First off I had a severance package and second, I’d been saving like crazy for the hope of buying a real house one day, and finally I was not really hurting for money since I was using my parents old condo they had bought years ago calling it an investment in the future.  Thanks mom and dad.  The cars were paid for and I had time before I needed to do something that meant going back to the grind.  Haha Guess I was living the “Friends” dream at that point.

Well my ex found the best way to keep me under wraps was to play to my foot fetish but even that passed over time as I got tired of the bullshit.  I mean I was finally starting to notice things like strange men’s numbers on my cell phone bill.  Time at the day spa and that sort of thing.  Then the big clincher in the deal was when I got a bank statement that said I had rented a hotel room over Thanksgiving.  Yeah see my folks only lived an hour away from my parents, so no need in getting a Hotel room when I could just drive home afterwards.  Now my girlfriend was supposed to be down visiting hers over the long weekend.  There was a dinner at a restaurant that I had never been to.  Rather than jumping to conclusions I decided to do a little snooping to find some answers of my own.

Rule number one of internet espionage never ever tell your password for your email account when you are doing some dirty cheating shit.  Second rule delete all incriminating evidence.  This is important because this was how I found out about some other guy named Chad who had been spending the passed few weeks chatting up my girlfriend and how she had been telling him how I had forgotten how to treat her and how I managed to get fired and how drastic our financial situation was.  But he did manage to over look these terrible facts when she was spending our money on the little things that he liked for her to do when they had their meetings.  Quite honestly like I said the money situation was anything but desperate.  It just meant really no going out and buying stuff like new cars or houses, otherwise we were set with all our finances for six months with a little bit on the side to do things like take trips and such.  But from the letters it seemed like I was about to file for bankruptcy or something.  And she offered to pay for the hotel room since Chad boy was not exactly financially set himself.

It is kind of amazing how it turns out to be your fault when someone decides to cheat on you.  Ahh but I decided that perhaps it was best that we went out separate ways.  And that she had two weeks to find a someplace to go.  Perhaps Chad had someplace for her to crash seeing as how they were spending so much time together anyway.

Oh yes remember this, if you want to leave your company and you are on good terms and can negotiate a severance package, always try to do this during the summer.  It is more fun that way.  And remember to listen to your higher ups when they are telling you there own personal problems.  A little leverage during negotiations, such as knowing when affairs took place and some skimming of corporate money for personal use, makes for really good bargaining chips, especially when you never once have to mention the fact you know these things, your boss just knows that you know.

Me I decided that it was time for a retreat from the place and take some time to get away from it all.  And so I went off to spend sometime with a friend of mine name Kevin.  He was staying in his parents beach house down on the coast and I decided that perhaps it was time to stretch my wings a bit and enjoy some freedom of my own.

I wasn’t hurting too bad to be honest, the relationship had been on the rocks for a while and I had been too busy to notice this before so her cheating was actually a kind of release.  So onto a few weeks of parties, bar hopping and trying to find myself.

When I got down to the beach house, Kevin had informed me that his little sister was going to be spending sometime down there since school had let out.  Mind you the last time I had seen his sister Alex, she was a bit of a geeky senior in high school and that was at graduation from college.  When we were all little we picked on her like you are supposed to with your best friends younger siblings.  But to be honest she was always cool to hang around with.  She was a bit of a tom boy, she rode bikes with us trying to keep up, she played sports with us and sometimes that girl could throw down in a mock wrestling match.  It was kind of odd.  When I last saw her she was just starting to even out in her skin, she had a few pimples and she was a bit underdeveloped if you know what I mean.

So my response to this was. “Eh, that’s cool, your letting me crash for free I got no place to complain.”

Kevin said to me, “Great dude.  She does her own thing now anyway, so she won’t be in the way much.  That is unless she still has a crush on you.”

It had completely slipped my mind about that.  I mean as a kid I hardly paid any attention to it.  I was chasing girls more my age in high school so she had fallen to the way side.  I mean she was still in middle school when I graduated high school.  I mean I got issues, seriously, but I draw the line at the age thing.

I gave a laugh in response.  “Be careful man I am gonna steal your little sister away.”

“Yeah sure you are.  The brat said she was going to be here in two days.”  Kevin started calling her the brat some time when we all started playing paintball and he kept sending her out to get shot so we could look like the heroes.

So that first night was us sitting around knocking back brews and sucking down shots and catching up.  Kevin had gone on to be a computer programmer for a cellular company.  He was close to moving in with his girlfriend and he was planning on going up north to continue working on his career.  His girl friend was definitely a hot number, but the two of them had a really loose relationship at times.  Which was always cool by me as long as they both were into it. 

It may sound hypocritical of me, but I really got no problem with the whole open relationship thing.  As long as you are both adults about it and it is a mutual thing.  If my ex had come to me and said hey let’s open the door on our relationship, and she had seriously said I could have played around too, and she had not been spending our money to fund her little indiscretions then I would have been cool.   He went on to explain his girl friend was not so much out scoring other guys as she other women.  Once again a nice plus for him, not so much my style but hey if it feels good and no one gets hurt, how bad can it be?

The next morning I woke up in the guest bed room, trying to remember the details of how I got there and why there was some little bastard with a jackhammer dancing around on my brain.

I stumbled down to the kitchen after stumbling around trying to find a pair of  track pants.  I made a stop in front of the fridge and pulled out the orange juice and from the freezer I found a near empty bottle of vodka.  I mixed up a very wussy version of a screwdriver and drank it just hoping that a little hair of the dog might stop the aching in my head.

After about two more of these and some sports drink to try and re-hydrate myself I felt a knocking in my head.  Funny how that works.  You manage to quell the head ache only to start hearing your body falling apart.

I heard the knocking again and discerned that perhaps it was not so much me dying or falling apart, but there was someone actually at the door of the house.  So with terrible pain I managed to pull myself from the couch and cursed Kev for leaving me in such a predicament and sleeping in.  I took the chain off the door and realized that we had left the damn thing unlocked the whole night.

I opened the door and before really looking into the cursed brightness of the morning sun I said, “Sorry but we don’t want anymore thanks, I’m driving.”

“Don’t be a dick dude, let me in, these bags are heavy?”  Said a woman’s voice.

I somehow managed to pry open my eyes and look at this short woman, maybe five foot three.  Short black hair with red streaks and deep powerful green eyes.  She was quite the looker to be honest.  She was dressed in baggy carpenter pants and a tight black baby doll shirt that had some demonic looking cartoon girl dragging a teddy bear with a bloody knife.  She wore the small rimmed glasses and had a duffle bag over her shoulder.

Without thinking my mouth spoke, “Wow you’re a hottie.”

“I’m also a black belt in tae kwon do and these bags are heavy.”  Was her response.

I cocked a groggy eye brow and smiled as I took the duffle from her.  “Fair enough.  You must be Samantha.  Kevin is up in the bed room.  I guess you know the way.”

She laughed loud and stepped in.  “As if.  No I don’t particularly care where Kevin is.  I just want to come in and lie down on a bed or something.  It was a long drive.”

Okay I was suffering from a goliath sized hangover so that might have made me a bit slow to figure things out.  It didn’t help me any that my mouth had a mind of its own either.  “Damn, but I could have sworn you were as hot as you are.  Kev don’t mess around with fuglies.  So who in the hell are you then?”

She gave me a quick smile and laughed.  “Damn D, how much did you have to drink last night?  You look awfully pale for a black guy.”

“Nonsense I have yet begun to defile myself.”   Weak line I am certain but it was all I could muster through the jackass haze of vodka.  Not to mention it was a damn cool movie.

“Yeah I can see that big guy.  Which room did you take D?”  She asked.

“Um sorry but you know my name but I got no fucking clue who you are.  Sorry but I lack manners when I have a hangover.  I am usually better , um spoken when I’m sober.”  Yeah I said it but god I was going to feel stupid for not realizing later who I was talking to.

“Alex.  You know Kevin’s little sister.  The Brat?  Damn dude you must have gotten really lit last night.”

“Alex?  Your shitting me.  I mean damn your gorgeous and Alex was kind of a squirt when I left.”   Oh I had to look like a complete jackass when I said that.

“It’s called growing up dumb ass, you might try it sometime.”  She said with a laugh.

“You’re still short, but hey it definitely looks like you got the looks in the family.  Sorry but you are a beautiful woman and you’re just going to have to get used to hearing me say that.”  Ah yes tactless but rude.

“Yeah I may be short but I can kick your ass.”  She said with a grin as she lightly punched me in the ribs.

“Yep you got to be Alex.  I can tell.  You’re delusional.”  I said with a smile setting her bag on the floor.

“Oh now you’re gonna pay for that one dork.”  Suddenly an assault from a crazed little woman ensued and I found myself pretending to be choked out on the floor.

“Help!  Get this rabid midget off of me!”  I yelled probably louder than I should have.

How do I know this you ask?  Well that one is easy enough.  Somehow my cries for help were heard by the still drunk Kevin.  Who managed to somehow crawl his way down the stairs.  I guess it must have been a scene to see this big black guy being choked in a head lock on the floor by his little sister.  Not only that it was his best friend who at one time used to be a state champion amateur wrestler in the heavy weight class from high school.

I looked up the stairs and stared at this amused drunk jack ass holding himself up with the wall and banister.  “Hey dude little hand here?”

“What the hell do you call that?”  Kevin said with a drunk laugh and slur.

“Getting ready to castrate your best friend for being a stupid drunk.”  Alex said gritting her teeth.

“Um yeah try not to get any blood on the carpet.  You know how dad is about that shit.”  Kevin said as he stumbled back up the stairs.

“Damn dawg, your just gonna leave me like this?”  I said trying my best not to break out into a full laugh.

“I’m too drunk to help and you managed to get yourself into it now get yourself out.”  He said not even turning back around.

So yeah had this been a real situation I can rest assure that my best friend would have been trying to clean up the blood stains to keep his hands on his family’s beach house.  That is a love that only brothers could share and some how Kevin and I were at that level.  See if I cover for him when his girl ask what he really did over the weekend instead of going up to see her.

“Tap out or say I’m your mamma and I will let go.”  Alex said.

I had no choice but to stand up with her on my back.  She wrapped her legs around my waist and still held on.  “My god it’s like a flea on a dog.”

“So you’re calling me a flea now?”    That when she started biting me on the ear and neck.

In such a quasi-seductive bit of play I did what any true man would have done.  I shouted, “What the hell are you doing?!  Hey stop!  That’s not funny!  Hey that hurts sorta!”

“Say it!”  She shouted.

“You’re my mamma god damn it!  Just quit it.”  I shouted like a little kid who had just been beaten.

“Oh yeah the runt wins again.”  She laughed as she got down from my back.  “Oh you’re my bitch now boy.”

“Yeah whatever little girl.  Now get in the kitchen and cook me my breakfast woman!”  Sometimes a man is just a glutton for punishment.

So after a few more minutes of rough housing, we were both in the kitchen cooking  because we were both hungry and I was not in a hurry to go out in the sun and enjoy the day.

As I said before I always liked hanging out with Alex.  She was like one of the guys really.  Granted now she was a hottie, but she didn’t mind just joking and having a good time.  We caught up on everything that had been happening to us during the past for years.  Somewhere along the way she had managed to grow breasts, developed a killer figure, and gone the way of the Goth side somewhat.  Which was odd because I had fallen into that crowd too when I had time to actually hang out with friends.

Somewhere during the time after eating and before doing dishes she got a phone call from what I guess was her boy friend.  It was not one of those loving: how are you? doing calls either.  It started off alright, but somewhere during the course of it, the words became heated and I could hear him accusing her of cheating on him the reason why she was spending the summer away.  She screamed back at him calling him stupid and a hypocrite.

She threw the phone to the floor and took a deep breath running her fingers through her hair.  “God men can be so stupid!”

“I usually say the same thing about some women I know.”  My response was with a smile and me nudging her on the couch.

She smiled at me that reminded me of how close we were as kids and rocked slow in her seat.  “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“They still can’t prove that.”

She gave me a quick grin and then turned side ways on the couch kicking off her ballerina and placing her feet in my lap.  I gave a quick chuckle and looked up holding my nose.  “You smell corn chips?”

“Oh shut up.  They don’t smell.”   She laughed as she raised her foot to her face and sniffed her toes and then put  it back in my lap.  “Okay they don’t smell that bad.  Of course Mr. Alcoholic you haven’t got room to talk.  You smell like a brewery.”

“Maybe, but I am not placing myself under your nose to get a good whiff of me.” 

Here was the problem I had right then and there.  Alex is a very attractive woman.  She was just barely 21.  She had a fresh faced look about her.  She had the figure of a pin up girl.  Freakishly strong though.  I have a foot fetish too.  And there were these two size six feet sitting in my lap.  Her toes were medium length and full and plump, as were her soles.  She had her nails done in a deep metallic blue.  And despite my protest they smell incredibly alluring.  Also let me remind you that this was a girl I grew up with and we were like family in some ways.  Not to mention she was the sister of my best friend.  How would Kevin react to me being attracted to the girl he always referred to as the Brat.

“Hey D?”  She said as she noticed me dazed for a second.

I looked at her with a smile.  “Yeah?”

“Aren’t you good guys supposed to rub a woman’s feet when they are in your lap no matter what?”  She said with a smile.

“Oh now you got to go with that whole gentleman bs huh?  Alright I’ll do it but I won’t enjoy myself.”

“Whatever dork.  Just rub them please.  They hurt.”  She said smiling softly with those big green eyes that were filled with life.

Yep I was weak after that.  How could I say no to her for that?  Beside I wanted to get my hands on them and she was offering them up like a dinner plate.

I placed my hand on her soles.  They were warm and damp from being in her leather cloth soled slippers for what must have been the better part of a 9 hour drive.  I kneaded the extremely soft flesh of her soles and rubs gently between her toes.  To be honest I figured if I rubbed her feet and later sniffed my hands she wouldn’t notice the fact that I was actually sniffing her feet.  But to my joy she soon drifted off to sleep as I continued my handling of her feet.  Her toes were so seductive to me.  Like I said they were plump little things, not to long not to short.  From her big toe to her little toe they were perfect.  No bunions, no rough spots, her calluses were to a minimum, perfectly buffed back to almost non-existent.   Her nails were perfectly trimmed and painted.  Either she went for a pedicure regularly or she knew how to do it herself.

I wanted to be bold but to be honest I was worried about Kev waking up sometime soon and walking in on me fondling his little sister’s feet.  Yep Kevin and I are best friends, and he knows about my fondness for women’s feet.  He sometimes says that he is kind of curious as to how it would feel to have a girl pleasure him with her feet, but it is not the main focus of his sex life.  But the fact that he knows about me and the fact that his sister’s feet were sitting in my lap and oh look, I got a huge hard on while I was staring in amazement at her little tootsies.

I made a quick decision to lean down and try to catch a few good whiffs of her sleeping feet.  And so I did.  Sheer joy best describes it.  Just not a truly over powering smell, but enough to let me know if she did any long standing of exertion she could probably fluster a room with the smell of female sweat.

I could feel the pre-cum seeping from my cock head.  I knew I needed to stop before I did something that got me caught or had her waking up screaming at me for being a sick perv.  So I slipped out from under her feet and made my way down to the rec room and started a game of pool.  I couldn’t get the sight of how much Alex had grown and how her feet looked and smelled from my head.  So I played pool like I never seen a pool table before.

A little while later Kevin came in and wanted to play pool for a bit and talked some more, but this was a sober discussion.  I smiled the whole time, slowly regaining my focus as I played. 

Eventually he made the decision that he was going down to the beach and that I needed to wake Alex up long enough to get her to a bedroom.

When he left I finally got up the nerve to wake the beautiful young woman who was lying on the couch.  She looked at me with drowsy eyes and smiled.  “Carry me D.”

She was a tiny thing and I knew the two Bed Rooms that were already taken so I just put her in a room on my side of the house.  I went back and got her duffle bag for and picked up her ballerina slippers sitting on the floor.

I felt heat surge into my cheeks and throat as I bent over picked them up and gave them a tremendous whiff.  Yeah they smelled better than good.  These must have been a favorite pair of her shoes because the inside soles looked like they had been to war and back a few times. 

Time to make a judgment call here.  Do I take them to the bathroom and molest them according to my desires or do I play the role of the good guy and leave them be. 

Answer:  I can always wipe them clean afterwards.  And so I did my business while sniffing and rubbing my cock inside them and finished with a tremendous eruption inside them.  I was worried at first trying to get the goop out, but after a while I did get them cleaned up to a certain extent.  Those soft cloth soles were damp from my deposit and it was unlikely I could dry them completely before she woke up.

I put them back as I found them and went to grab myself a shower.  A little while later after doing everything needed to look like a normal human again.  As I exited the shower and made my way down the hall wearing a towel around my waist, I heard something that I wasn’t expecting.

“Woo hoo!  Yeah take it off sexy!”  Shouted the voice of Alex.

I looked over at her, trying to hide my possible embarrassment.  But to my surprise she had placed back on her shoes and seemed all re-energized.  I stared at them haunted by the fact that not more than an hour ago I had came like a mad man in them.

“Hey, D!”  She said with a little concern.  “Something wrong with my shoes?”

“what?  Oh… no.  Just that they…”

“Yeah I know they smell a little bit.  I never realized how much my feet really sweat, until I just put them back on.  I thought that I had spilled water in them or something.  Sorry for making you rub my feet after all that nasty sweating I did.”  She said with a little smile.

“It wasn’t that bad really.  I like you nail polish.”

“Oh thank you sweetie.  I prefer black but I’m spending time at the beach and some people might look at me strange for it.”   She said with a shrug as she turned the channel on the TV.

“Funny, black is my favorite color too.”

“Oh really?  Well then I might have to paint them sometime for you to admire then.”  She said with a wink.

“That would be nice.  Oh what do you want to do tonight anyway.  Kev and I were going to go to a club tonight, but that was because we thought you weren’t coming in until tomorrow.”

“No need to change plans on my account silly.  I can tag along with you guys if you don’t mind.  I’m legal now anyway.”  She said smiling with a big bright smile.

“Awesome.  It would be cool for all of us to hang out again together.  I think Sam might becoming with us tonight too.  I think said something about going to pick her up today or something.”

“Oh road trip.  That would be cool.”

“Hardly a road trip.”  I laughed.  “She only lives like an hour away.”

“Hey but I still don’t have to drive.  And since I figured the both of you are here I didn’t bother to try and park my truck in the garage either.  Greedy bastards.”

I smiled like the cat that ate the canary at her and began to walk into my room.

“Hey do you feel better now?”

Ever had a guilt that wanted to escape and through the sheer strength of will and better judgment you just make yourself sound like you did something wrong instead of actually playing it cool?  Yeah this was one of those moments for me.

In a brilliant display of my intelligence I managed to say.  “Umm… excuse me?”

“From the shower?  Do you feel better from actually taking a shower after your hangover?”

Oh sweet blissful ignorance. 

“Oh yeah I feel fine now.  Like the world is so much clearer and some stress is off my back.”  I said with a relieved smile.

“Cool, then I got dibs before Fucktard Jr. returns from trying to swoon some girl on the beach with his bird chest.”  She laughed.

I smiled as she stood up and made her way up to me and gave me a huge hug wrapping her arms around me and smiling.

“I’m glad you came to spend the summer with us D.  I’ve missed you.”  She said as I returned her embrace and slowly stroked her hair.

The day rolled on by, the high point of it after the couch incident was seeing Alex come out of the shower in her towel.  And it felt like the situation about the High School crush had switched.  Here I was crushing on a girl who was five years younger than me.  She had gone from the ugly duckling tom boy to a special swan.  Like I said I always liked hanging out with her as kids.  She was definitely a girl I had a lot in common with, but I had not really considered her sexual because of the fact that she was indeed my best friend’s little sister and that she had always been so much younger than me.  But here we both were, two adults with some common ground concerning our lives.

That night proved to be even more of a test for me concerning the matter when Samantha stopped in for a Saturday night of clubbing at the beach.  We climbed into the taxi van and we went off to find some excitement.  To be honest I am not sure how I managed to confuse Sam and Alex together.  Sam was a severely cute blonde who was a bit taller than Alex.  She had more of an Athletic build, her hair was long, and she reminded me of that girl next door that you always wanted to have special relations with.  But to be honest, to me Alex was the better looking of the two.  While I enjoy women no matter what usually, Alex had that pin up girl look of the 1950’s and to be honest she looked like she was the type of girl who might actually eat a cheese burger and not panic over how she was going to work off the calories. 

The outfit Alex wore that night was so damn hot I wasn’t sure how to handle myself with her.  It was a front lace up corset with small white pinstripes.  She had on a short skirt, micro fishnet stockings and these black knee high boots.  Her hair was spiked up, and fingernails had been painted black.  I could only assume that her toe nails were the same.

This Saturday night consisted of drinking partying and dancing.  We hit three clubs that night, trying to find one that really set us in the mood to have a good time.  None really hit my fancy and I kind of got the same vibe from Alex.

Around about midnight Kevin and Samantha decided they were going to head back to the house for a little bit of couple time.  So that left Alex and myself alone for the rest of the evening.  She mentioned this place she remembered from one of her friends and so we decided that it was better than the vanilla action going on around us. 

Personally I think it was the right move and I can understand why she hadn’t mentioned this place before.  Kevin might have freaked if he knew the kind of places that caught his little sister’s fancy.  It was a fetish club and this was a place more my style.  Corsets, bondage, BDSM, all the things that made my little kinky world go round.

Alex and I already had shared a few shots of liquid courage and we eventually made our way to the dance floor.  Alex is what I like to call a very affectionate dancer and she did her best grinding on me.  My member was at full attention after the first song and going through the rest of the DJ’s set.  There were a few times when we were close and I was bent over looking her dead in the eyes I felt like I wanted to share a kiss with her, but I fought the urge.  Best friend’s sister thing again. 

She seemed a little disappointed one time when I didn’t kiss her.  Of course I passed it off as the thought that she was worried that I was thinking of taking advantage of her, finally the words from the PA telling everyone go home ended my torment of pleasure on the dance floor.

Alex suggested a little place she knew to grab a bite and some coffee.  That was fine by me.  Besides the last thing I wanted to walk into was Kevin getting his freak on and the sight of his hot girl friend staring at me in either horror, or mischievous glee.  Yeah no need to see a grown man’s ass if I didn’t have to.  So I said yes.  She said that the place was a descent walk but it would help us sober up.

During the walk we talked about trivial things.  She asked me what I had done to my car, had I bolted on any more goodies and I asked her about her motorcycle she hauled around on her truck.  It was a nice time and the walk was not so bad really.

We came to the little diner and we had a seat.  The place was gradually filling up and we took a booth in the back corner.  As we sat there for a little bit, talking about the new happenings in our lives.

Somewhere during the conversation a little bit of my fantasy of the tom boy sitting in front of me came to light.

She complained a bit about her feet hurting and I saw her reaching down and messing with her boots.  Then she leaned back in her seat across from me, pulled out a cigarette and twisted it into her mouth and lit it up smiling.  “Ahh, now that is better.  I had to take those things off, sorry.”  She said as her small stocking feet sat in the seat beside me.

I gave them a quick glance.  I noted everything I could in my mastery of the quick glance of women’s feet.  She indeed had painted her toenail black to match her fingernails.  I smiled looking back at her. 

I was about to say something but she cut me off from my smart ass comment.  “I don’t want to hear shit about them smelling.  I’m tired, my feet are tired, so suck it up.”

“My lips are zipped ma’am.”

“Glad to hear it.”  She said as she took a long drag off her cig.

I looked over at her with a smile and pulled a cigarette from my pack and lit up.  “So are you going back anytime this summer?”

“What, trying to get rid of me already?”  She said with a smile.

“Oh no.  I was just wondering.  Because I know that Kevin is going to be working during the week and I have got quite a few weeks before I need to head back so I was wondering if you were going to be keeping me company.”

“Actually I am not heading back until school starts back up.  I need to find a new place to live too.  I doubt very seriously that me and my boy friend are going to be living together this year.”

I looked at her with my quasi-big brother stare.  “Oh really?  Because of what eh did right?”

“Yeah that flake can kiss my ass.  So he and his bitch can live together in happiness without me.  Besides I am sure mom and dad are getting tired of footing the bill for both of us, and my job at the school, doesn’t pay enough really for me to live without their help.”

“Well if I moved up your way I could get an apartment and you could crash there.  I’m a pretty quiet room mate.”  I said laughing.

“I’m not.”  She grinned.  She looked so perfectly beautiful as she did.  I was lost staring into her eyes.

“Well the kinky sex noises have to be at a minimum for you to live there.  No finding religion in the middle of the night when I got to work.”  I said with a smile.

“You’re a writer D.  You can work from anywhere and anytime when you feel like it.  So take note on that part about having to suck it up again.”

“Bossy little thing aren’t you?”

“Not really.  My bark is worse than my bite.  But I bite pretty damn hard.”

“So what you’re saying is that you’re full of shit.”  I said as I took a sip of my coffee.

The look on her face was priceless.  She blinked a few times as though she couldn’t believe what I was saying and then she broke out laughing.  “Yep pretty much.”

After we had a pretty good laugh about it all, our food came out.  We ate passing the time with silly conversations about nothing really.  When we were done, I took out my phone and called the cab company we had used earlier in the night and told them we needed to be picked up in about an hour or so from the diner.

“Hey D, mind rubbing them while we wait?”  Alex asked.  Without really waiting for a response she placed a foot in my lap from across the booth.

“Sure, I guess.”  I said as I swallowed the lump in my throat back down.

She seemed to really enjoy the foot rub and after a bit changed up feet making sure I took care of both of them.  Me I was worried about if I could keep my cock from jumping up and wanting to take pleasure in her feet.

“Hey D, can I ask you a question?”  She said with her eyes closed her head leaning back against her seat.

“You just did.”  I responded.

She leaned up and looked at me, her expression was a serious one.  She spoke softly as she looked me in the eye.  “I’m being serious.”

“Alright sour puss.  Go ahead, you know I will try to give you the best answer I can.”

“Don’t you like me just a little bit?”

“Yeah of course I do.”

“I mean like, like me.”

Well there was the moment of the deer caught in the head lights look from me.  I am sure I stammered out something completely incoherent.  To say the question took me off guard would be like saying that the ocean was a mud puddle.

“Look, I didn’t mean to ambush you with this, but I have been wondering about that all damn day.  I mean you said you thought I was hot.  Not that I am really trying to, but…”

I interrupted her as she was talking.  “Well first off, I’m not blind so I can see that you grew up into a girl I am sure can get guys to crawl on broken glass to be with her.  And I would be lying if I said the thought of you and me hadn’t crossed my mind.  But you’re Kevin’s little sister.  That may seem like a weak ass excuse, but I am not trying to get on his bad side you know.”

She let out a sigh and stared at me for a moment as she leaned across the table to whisper to me.  “First off, I am not the little tom girl that you grew up with anymore.  Yeah we are close and Kevin is your friend, but I am a grown woman now.  So the days of my big brother defending my honor are long gone.  Second, I date who I want to.  It’s a little thing called choice.  And Finally Kevin really doesn’t care as much as you might think.”

Once again my sheer genius came to the forefront and said, “Huh?”

“I hate to tell you this, but the only reason I really came here instead of going to my folks place for the summer was because Kevin told me that you were going to be staying here.  Since I know he really won’t be at the house much during the week, I could get a chance to be alone with you.  And so I told Kevin that was my plan.”  She said taking out another cigarette from her bag.

“Wait, wait, wait.  You told him, that the only reason you came 9 hours to spend the time at the beach was because I was going to be here?”

“Yeah.”

“And you told him that you wanted to hook up with me?”

“Oh yeah.  I didn’t want him to freak or something if we decided to stay in the same bedroom during the stay.”

“And what did he say?”

“He said: you know he is coming out of a bad relationship right?  Just don’t get tore up if he tells you that he is not interested.  And that was pretty much it.”

I let out a deep sigh and stared at her for a moment.  “Well I guess in your family you can talk about anything huh?”

“Yeah pretty much.  It helps to cut down on the drama.”  She said as she blew out a puff of smoke.

I looked around for a second.  “I guess it would help since everything would be open and on the table.”

“Just because we used to argue like cats and dogs as kids doesn’t mean that we don’t talk man.  Hell he even asked me if I needed anything to help with this.  Guess he figured if anyone was going to date his little sister then his best friend is better than some sicko he never met before.”

“Wait you talk about me?”

“Oh yeah.  Why not?  I had a crush on you since I was twelve.  So if I can get any details about you I will take them.” 

That was when I felt a small foot rubbing my crotch seductively, sliding the length of my cock.  Just because I was in a state of disbelief, I had to check to make sure it was really her foot.  Black toenails, micro-fishnet stockings, yep it was Alex.

She cut me a sly grin as she put her finger to her lip and lightly bit on it.  “So again I ask you, do you like, like me?  Because I was expecting this bad boy to get pretty hard if you did.”

“Huh?”  Ahh yes, spoken like Plato and his magnificent epic tales.

She cut me a little wink and smiled.  “I know you have a foot fetish.  Kevin told me dork.  Guess he wanted you to get the girl or something.  Even if he hadn’t I am in the underground like you, I go to an art college with some guys that are into some really strange things, so I know a foot guy when I see the signs.  The quick glances.  The never mind rubbing them as long as they look like they want a little luvin’ and might be a hint smelly.”

“Yeah, I guess the cumming in your shoes didn’t help either.”  I said stupidly.

She let out a beautiful little laugh and said with her sultry voice.  “You came in my shoes?  Here I was thinking my feet were sweating more than usual.  I guess that answers my question on whether or not you like me huh?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be silly.  I kind of like the idea that you enjoyed something of mine without letting on that you did.”

Ahh, then came the aggressive cock play from her gorgeous foot.  I guess a close semblance of what my cock was going through was like a buoy being tossed about on the ocean during a strong wind.  I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum inside my pant, making me want to rip it out from its holster and let her have her way with it.

“Shh…”   she warned me before I let out a moan of pleasure.  She smiled as she whispered across the table to me.  “You can’t cum here silly.  Your going to have to hold it until we get back to the house.  But I am going to make you want it though.  You tormented me for the longest time so I get this last thirty minutes and you got to hold out or else you are going to have to wait until tomorrow.”

I fought to get the words out for her to hear.  “So did you plan for this or what?”

She shrugged and smiled.  “Eh, no not really.  I hear you’re a Dom in the bed room, so I figured I’d get the upper hand first before you make me pay for this later.  And since this presented itself, I can’t see anytime better than right now.”

So I just nodded in agreement, mainly because I didn’t have enough blood in my brain to do much else.  Yeah I was in heaven and hell there.  First came the rush that if anyone took time to examine the table they would have noticed that her feet were sitting in my lap furiously playing hacky sack with my cock and that I was a bit flustered.

Just before I was certain I couldn’t hold out much longer Alex smiled and told me that the cab was there and that we needed to get going.  Besides she was going to finish me off back at the house.  I quickly stood and adjusted myself so not to give everyone an eyeful of how happy the short woman in front of me had made me.  I left the waitress a $20 tip on a $15 ticket, because honestly it was one of the best times I had had at a greasy spoon diner.

As for the taxi ride to the house, I felt like a teenager again.  We made out like two horn dogs who couldn’t wait to get our freak on.  When we pulled up to the house I tipped the cabbie pretty good for not saying anything or trying to make chit chat with us after he saw how into the moment we were.  Hell he didn’t even really glance back at us.

So there we were climbing the stairs.  It was getting close to dawn I’m sure, but it didn’t really matter.  I had a beautiful funny smart girl wanting to live out her teenage crush fantasy and we were tearing at each other’s clothes trying to get into the house.  We stumbled into a bed room.  It didn’t matter really whose it was at that points.  Luckily we ended up in mine.

I tossed her to the bed and pulled her thong off and tossed it to the side.  My focus was to please her for a bit.  My mouth covered her shaved slit as my tongue darted inside her.  Her fingers ran through my hair, just before she grabbed my hair and pulled.  She forced my tongue deeper inside her as she writhed with pleasure.  I got to admit is was something of a turn on to see the woman, that used to run and pick and play with me as kids, lying before me having mini orgasms from me pleasuring her thoroughly with my tongue. 

Alex would rise up from the bed and placed a gentle hand on her abdomen and pressed her back down.  Finally I took a my hands and reached under her legs and grabbed her wrist, pulling them back down towards me.  This seemed to do the trick as keeping her stable.  The idea that I was struggling with her to give her and orgasm was a bit of a turn on as well.

My technique was a simple one really.  I used my tongue to probe her deep wet spots, until she became used to the sensation and then I would move my tongue to her clit and lightly bat it around, playing with it and her hood piercing.  Once she got used to that I would use my lips to suckle her pink button affectionately and sometimes lightly squeeze it between my teeth.  This last part seemed to spark a frenzy of pleasure within the young woman, and I would milk her sensations by switching up before she finally came to a full orgasm.

After a few rounds of this, Alex slammed the back of her head into the pillow and moaned, “God damn it D, you evil bastard.”

“What?”  I said looking up at her with a grin.  I then went back to my task, furiously enjoying myself.

“You know what.  Oh gawd!”  She whimpered as another rush of pleasure from a mini-orgasm rolled over her body.

I smiled with malicious glee as I looked back at her lovely face.  “You know every time I answer you, I am not finishing you off.  But if you want to cum, then just ask me to let you cum.”

I went back to her pleasurable torture feeling my rock hard cock grinding into the bed, want to be let loose upon my hapless victim of pleasure.

Her hands were free now and she grabbed my hair and pressed me deeper into her slit.  “Please, let me cum……please!”

“Beg for it!”  I managed to say with a muffled voice, my mouth sucking firmly on her clit.

It seemed as though she was about cry from the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling and she let out a sensual yet desperate plea for her release.  “Please… please master, make me cum.”

Well apparently she knew me better than I thought.  She was appealing to my Dom side and her pleas for a release seemed genuine.  I couldn’t resist seeing how intense her orgasm was going to be.  I took my left hand and slowly pressed my index and middle finger deep inside her.  She let out a long hiss of excitement.  I then pressed my fingers up until I touched her g-spot and massaged it firmly with my finger tips.  Them my tongue and mouth began its assault on her clit.

Her reaction was like a wild animal.  She growled and hissed in pleasure.  She arched up and then leaned forward reaching under my shirt and then she dragged her nails roughly across the skin of my back.  I hardly noticed it at first.  Then she acted as though she were trying to claw away from the torture of my tongue.  I felt inspired by this display and used my right hand to grab her left wrist and hold her in place while I was cultivating her orgasm.

Finally I felt her body go completely rigid and her muscles inside her adorable twat spasm.  A flood of her juices rushed down my hand and her legs clamped hard around my head.  A deep penetrating moan escaped her lips.  A monumental slew of profanities and religious states uttered from her lips as she seemed to be speaking in euphoric tongues of pleasure.  Her body began ungulate terribly as multiple orgasms racked her body.

Because I am a sadistic bastard at heart, when she seemed like she had had enough I continued my torment of her pleasure spot.  Every lick kiss or probing made her body spasm in pleasurable torment.

Finally in a breathless plea Alex said, “Please D… master, Stop please, I can’t take anymore right now!”

I figured I should comply or else be denied any form of pleasure like this again.  I leaned up over her, giving her a sadistic smile and whispered softly to her, “So was it worth the wait?”

She reached to me with a trembling hand and lightly touched my cheek.  Then suddenly she grabbed my hair and pulled me down and gave me a deep, long, passionate  kiss.  She lightly bit at my tongue and lips.  Her legs wrapped tightly around me the best she could and squeezed me to the point it was almost painful.  Remember I said she was freakishly strong.  I guess that came from years of being a tom boy.

She let me up for just a second to remove my shirt.  She barely got her corset untied, let alone off before she had pulled me back down onto her.  She clawed at my back and bit me on my neck.

               “Mmmm…… I feel something hard on my thigh, I wonder what that could be?”  She giggled in my ear in between vicious bites on my neck.

               “I’m just happy you’re here.”  Hey I thought it was a clever comeback.

               “Oh really?”  Alex said with a smile as she reached down and began to rub my rob through my slacks.  “How about you Cum and show me how happy you can be?”

I let out a sigh as she did.  “I can do that I think.”

Apparently in Alex’s mind, I was going to do that much for her whether I thought I could or not.  Remember that freakishly strong thing?  Yeah well she used that to roll me over onto my back.  She didn’t seem to struggle too terribly much doing it either.  Neither was I an  unwilling victim.  She slid back onto my thigh as she undid my belt and jerked it off of me.  I could feel the steamy heat emanating from her slit.  She looked at me with her green eyes sparkling wildly with a desire and purpose.  She tugged at my slacks and then stood up long enough to force them off of me.  She then crawled back onto the bed, between my legs and  cupped my balls in her small hand the best she could, and massaged them just a hair on the rough side.  She grinned at me as she did.  I could barely focus as there was a mixture of pleasure and pain in my groin.  She leaned down and slowly kissed the head of my cock. 

She then laid down on the bed off to my side and continued massaging my boys.  She started to lightly rub the head of my cock on her lips.  As she did this she gave me a naughty stare and a wink and whispered, “You like this little boy?”

I laughed a bit at the statement and whispered back, “I’m not so little, girl.”

She then gave my boys a bit of a squeeze and looked back at me.  “Right now you are fella.  At least in my hands you’re gonna be.”

Oh there was a bit of pain in this particular bit of her foreplay.  I guess I should have been expecting it, seeing as I was now noticing that her scratches in my back had bled a little.  She loved to play rough.  I guess this had something to do with her being a tomboy and a bit strong for her size.  I am sure I let out a whimper or something right then, guess my ego just refuses me to accept the fact that I did and blocked it out.  I must have because she whispered softly mocking me, “Oh did I hurt you lil boy?  I’m sorry.  I make it feel better.”

With that she grabbed my cock at the base of the shaft and squeezed it tightly as she placed the head of my rod in between her full lips and began to suck it , getting it thoroughly wet before she began to throat the rest of the exposed member.  Apparently she had not gag reflex and didn’t mind showing it off.  I kind of felt that she was proud of that fact.

It was like heaven as her head bobbed up and down, and I felt the warm wetness of her mouth moving up and down, her tongue licking the seam of my cock as she did.  I trembled and shivered as she did.  My balls were filling up rather thoroughly from the rough fellatio.  But when I seemed to hold my breath for too long she would give them a descent squeeze breaking off my toppling over the edge.

She smiled at me as she paused looking up at me.  “Oh no D, you don’t get to do that.  You had better tell me before you cum.  I don’t mind you cumming in my mouth or on my face, but that isn’t how I want you to cum for me the first.  I got something special planned for you on that.”

I gave a consenting nod.  I think my voice had disappeared with my pleasure or there was not enough blood in my brain to operate my mouth and cock at the same time, while she was working me over.  That might explain people’s oh faces.

And so for the next several minutes this beautiful woman worked my cock like the most delicious popsicle that had ever graced her lips.  For me, it felt like all the other blowjobs I had ever gotten in my life had not truly ever happened and this was my very first time of getting a truly great one.  The amount of enthusiasm that was involved on her part made the experience extraordinary.  She seemed to be enjoying it as much as I did, and a few times I saw her hand disappear under her short skirt and a few whimpers of pleasure escape her lips before she placed her warm damp fingers back around my testicles massaging them firmly.

Finally I was forced to tell her I was getting close, and the statement of that she had plans for how she wanted me to cum drug me back to the moment at the diner when she said that if I could keep from cumming then she would give me a big release here.  So I lightly placed a hand on her shoulder.  For a moment she ignored me and then she slowly came to a halt and looked over at me.

“I know my hair is short, but you can pull it to get me to stop, or if you just want to.”  She said with a wink.

She then slid up on my body and started biting me on the neck.  I couldn’t help but to grab her by the hair and pull on it more forcibly.  I figured what she was doing was trying to keep me still aroused but not focusing on me releasing and she was not going to go back to it until she was certain that my feeling of needing to climax had almost completely passed.  Well this plan really did work, but I was not sure if she knew what she was in for when she finally did get me to release.  The head line in the newspaper would probably read.  Young woman drowned in jizz flood.

When she seemed satisfied that I had been thoroughly quelled, she began the next part of her plan.  Which was to mount my cock.  As she did I heard her his and felt her body tremble as she accepted its entire length.  When she had inserted my member in its entirety she smiled and leaned over kissing me softly.  “Sorry, I’m use to something a little smaller.”

Well it was definitely true she was extremely tight.  I made some hissing noises myself as she took me in.  But to tell you the truth I felt like she was kind of fluffing my ego a bit.  I like to think I am a alright size, nothing too terribly spectacular. 

She then slowly rose up and down as though she were feeling me out, but as she did her body quivered slightly and a gush of wetness ran over my cock.  Alex let out a very audible sigh, closing her eyes tight as she did.

“Oh god…”  She whispered in a quivering voice.

Just out of polite habit, I asked, “Is everything alright?”

She nodded frantically, biting her lower lip with her eyes closed.  She then lowered her head onto my chest and giggled softly.  “Sorry I came again.  I think I am going to have to try to get use to you being inside me.  Hold on a little bit baby.”

I smiled and nodded.  I decided that although I enjoyed seeing her breast hanging out of the corset, that maybe it might be a bit more comfortable on her if she took it off.  So I gently slipped it off of her and tossed it to the side.  I then reached around her and held her against me.  As I did I heard a soft moan come from her and it seemed to vibrate through my body.  Her hips bucked up and down as my cock slid in and out of her pussy.  I felt the warm rush of her juices again, but this time she did not bother to stop to take a breather, and she continued riding me slowly.

“Don’t cum inside me baby boy.”  She said softly in a breathless voice.  “I know I am asking a lot from you for tonight.”

“Oh okay.”  I managed to muster from my dry mouth from all the heavy breathing Iw as now doing.

“Don’t fret baby.  I’m gonna let you cum, but I teased you at the diner and I really want you to cum on my feet.”  She said regaining her composure as she was racked with what felt like a mini-orgasm.

“Not that I am complaining, but why?”  You know my ex used say I talked to much while fucking too.

She let out a little laugh.  “Well I am getting my fantasy of fucking my teenage dream boy, so you get to have your way with what you like and since I know my feet are something you like you get them tonight.  So now just shut up and enjoy it dork.”

Ahh yes the loving pet names we have.  But her explanation and reasoning was quite sufficient in pacifying my questions.  Not so much the being told to shut up though.  Oh I got my revenge for all the dorks and such later during the summer nights.  But tonight she was having her fun and so was I.  I felt almost bad for not telling her that making her cum like a spastic nympho who just happened to be my childhood friend and best friend’s sister was like living some fantasy from a issue of certain publication of naughty letters.

Finally after a little while of her body shivering and being overwhelmed by multiple orgasms, she collapsed on to my chest, breathing heavy and covered with a fine glistening layer of perspiration. 

“Okay, I give, you can have your way now.”  She muttered with her face on my chest.

Consent for villainy.  One should always be careful about what you say that someone can do with you, including your feet ladies.  “You’re sure?”

(Okay you’re sure? is kind of like saying if you wanna back out, now is the time to do it.)

“Yep.  Have at it baby boy.”

With a feeling of excitement and lust I slid out from under and kissed her gently on the cheek as she rolled to her back and looked up at me with a curious and weak smile.

I guess she thought the first thing I was going to do was go straight for her feet.  But I had to disappoint her on that one somewhat.  I smiled as I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her tummy.  She squealed slightly as I did this.  I quickly undid her little skirt and tossed it somewhere in the room.  It was not important at the moment.

Her bubbly ass was sitting before me and all I could think of, was how nice it would look with a hand print on either cheek.  And so I smacked them hard enough to cause a stinging in my hand .  As I pulled my hand back I saw the bright red outline of my hand on her cheek and so I repeated on the other cheek.  Strangely enough Alex barely moved of flinched when it happened.  She did look back at me and smiled like she knew something.  The something was easy enough to figure out.  This wasn’t her first time and she was telling me I would have to go harder for her to react to it.  So I began to repeat the motions, each one hard than the last.  My hand was beginning to sting a little from it before she finally called red on me and I stopped. 

I looked at my handy work and realized that it was going to be a few days before she could wear her bikini for the hand prints on her ass.

I then turned her to her side and began to slowly remove the stockings from her legs.  I rolled it down her right leg first.  Enjoying the feel of her skin.  As I did this she gently tapped the toes of her other foot, that was on the bed, against my cock.  It was a wonderful sensation.

“Your balls look pretty full big guy.”  She said with a smile.

Oh she was right too.  I felt like I was lugging around some lead weights.  But I paid it very little attention, because this was the beginning of the finale to our night.

I made her lie on her stomach again and as she did I straddled her body and used her expensive looking hose to bind her hands together behind her back.  She didn’t seem to mind.  I flipped her to her back and lifted her beautifully sculpted leg and foot up.  I let her foot rest on my chest.  I could feel the warm flesh letting a print of its sweaty outline on my skin.  At my chest I could get a good whiff of her sweet foot sweat in my nostrils.

I didn’t want to be to eager or greedy.  Well I did, but I didn’t want to show it.  I raised her other foot to my face and slowly let the smell of her sweaty nylon ped drift into my senses.  I felt a little drunk with lust as this was happening.  She looked at me eagerly enjoying the whole feeling as it was happening.  She closed her eyes at one point and sighed deeply, and then returned her gaze to me.

After a good long time of enjoying her scent of her toes and soles, I decided it was time to start tasting my entrée for the evening.  I took her right foot and placed it gently on my face, her heel resting on the tip of my nose.  Then I slowly began to lower it down.  First my nose traced the contours of  arch and then ball of her foot and then to the phalanges of toes.  As my nose blazed the trail, my tongue followed the path marking it with a glistening bit of saliva.

I could see her nipples grow so hard I was certain that it must have hurt just a little bit.  So in order to ease her pain, I leaned back over for a little bit and sucked them soft again.  I am so helpful sometimes it is disgusting.  I heard a few appreciative sighs, and as I leaned back up I had to take a moment and tweek her nipple rings as I returned to my current task.

I then took very long moment and began to suck each of her sweet little toes and removed the salty film that covered them.  I felt my cock pulsating with each toe, but when I tried to reach down to help myself, I felt a stocking foot kick my hand away, and a evil grin from Alex.

Finally after doing this to her right foot, I slowly removed the stocking from her left foot and placed it over my shoulder.  And again I repeated my task just as before, and as before I finished up with sucking and licking the salty dried sweat from her lovely plump toes.

“Now what?”  She said with a smile

I smiled as I took the nylon sitting on my shoulder and used it to tie her ankles together.  I managed to collect enough of a thought to remember I had brought along some baby oil gel for my stay.  I use it in the shower and it works in a bind for a quick lube.  And lube up I did.  I drizzled it on her feet and worked it up enough to become a sheen of promise of an orgasm and placed some on myself and made my missile a near frictionless projectile of loving.

I started by rubbing my cock over her toes.  I could tell that my pre-cum was flowing like a slow leak from a faucet.  Then I lifted my cock up and had her rub the balls of her feet on my boys.  I let my cock fall to the other side of her feet.   As her foot massage continued, and my cock bounce up and down near her ankles she gave a little giggle as she saw the streams of pre-cum weaving a web between her feet.

“I think your nuts are going to explode if you don’t cum soon.”  She said smiling.

Couldn’t talk to her much.  My dick was rigid hard again.  Thinking was labored enough without throwing dumb words of from a mind lacking proper blood flow.  So I just nodded.

So I slid my cock in between her arches.  I grabbed her ankles holding them up, and gave her foot pussy a proper fucking.  I fucked them perhaps to hard though, because I couldn’t quite reach my cum shot from it.  So I slowed down and the sensation returned again.

She offered words of encouragement for me and my pleasures.  I remember looking into her green eyes and seeing nothing but near animalistic lust.  God she was so beautiful right then.  I had to take a bit of a moment and enjoy those juicy looking toes all covered in pre-cum and baby oil.  I began to rub my cock over them slowly.  She smiled and flexed her feet as I did, especially the toes.  My cock slid in and out of valleys from her toes and her pressing her feet together for me.

She looked up at me with a smile and whispered, “Cum all over me Master.”

Yep I was a lost cause when she said that.  And the stream that seemed like it was never going to end shot forth from my cock.  It was truly and incredible explosion for me.  It felt like as the stream shot forth all my stress and anxiety left in it.  Unfortunately for  Alex a bit of it shot up across her toes, up her legs, across her body and just on one of her cheeks leading back into her hair.

The first stream was followed up by shot gun blast of cum as well but none so impressive as the very first one that was like a continuous stream that didn’t want to quit.  Alex let out a squeal of enjoyment from the whole ordeal and I was pretty drained from it.  I didn’t bother with going to get a towel or anything of that nature, I could see the sun creeping in through the windows and Alex looked after a few moments, as if she was almost gone as well. And so I untied her, and quickly went to get her something warm wet and clean to clean herself up with.  She was only really concerned with her hair and face really.

The bed was a wreck but all we needed was the sheets anyway, which thankfully were pretty much dry.   Alex curled up onto my chest and lovingly placed her knee over my thigh and rub her toes against my other calf.

Now normally this is where is should end for this part of the story, but there was one more thing that happened before the next 24 hours passed.  As most men with attest to there is some point after our release that we will make a trip to the bathroom to umm cleanse the canal.  Well after dealing with that bit of interference of my sleep, I came back to bed and Alex had  her feet sitting out from the sheets and they were crossed at the ankles.  I had to lean in and take another with.  My oh my, little girl’s feet must have sweated up a storm in those platform boots of hers.    They still smelled of that incredible sexy from before.  And in a moment of driven lust I relieved another violent, yet a hell of a lot more controlled,  eruption of the Jesus Juice on her toes.  This required me to stay up a little longer to do the cleansing again, but it was so worth it.

As I climbed back into bed and pulled Alex back close to me, she whispered in her groggy sexy sleepy voice.  “You’re such a nasty perverted dork.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  But As I drifted back to sleep I smiled at the thought of what else the summer was going to hold for the relationship of Alex and me.  Oh there was more.  After all it was two months of freedom.