My College Crush Has Amazing Feet

Published early on our Previews page on Monday, June 17, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Thursday, June 27, 2024.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

I had the biggest crush on my roommate in college. We shared a dorm room with two twin beds. From the moment that we were introduced, we got along right away. My parents liked her, and her parents liked me. What none of our parents knew, though, was that she and I had an affair that lasted the entire four years that we were roommates.

Our affair started out innocently enough, at least on her part. I, on the other hand, had such a fascination for her feet that it became an obsession of mine to have my way with them. I couldn't help myself. She had the most perfectly pedicured toes, and the way that her soles wrinkled so naturally was to die for to say the least.

Her sexy toes were the first thing that I focused in on as soon as my parents and I walked into the dorm room to meet her. She was sitting on the far end of the couch with her legs crossed to the side underneath her, and her parents were sitting together on one of the beds.

Imagine seeing perfectly pedicured toes that look like the picture below.

As soon as my parents and I walked into the dorm room, my roommate blurted out with a welcoming smile, "Hey Roomie!"

"Hey," I replied with my own welcoming smile. "It's good to meet you."

With friendly smiles, my parents told the three of them to stay seated where they were, and I extended my hand to shake my new roommate's hand. I would have given her a hug, but I didn't want to seem too forward.

My roommate patted the couch next to her where she was seated, and said, "Here. I saved you a spot."

I tried not to stare at her perfectly pedicured toes when I sat down on the other end of the couch after we shook hands. My parents shook hands with her parents, and then they sat down on the other twin bed.

"Oh good, this is very comfy," my mom said.

For the next half hour or so, we had a nice conversation to get to know each other, and then both of our parents left. We decided which bed we wanted, unpacked some of our stuff, and then we took a walk together around the campus. Things couldn't have gone more smoothly between us. Of course, every time I saw her bare feet, which was every day, I lusted after them. She had no idea how much I wanted to have my way with them. I behaved myself, though, because I didn't want the good vibes between us to be ruined.

Because she's so attractive, guys were always trying to get her to sleep with them. They tried sleeping with me, too, but I was only sexually attracted to women. Nobody knew that, though, because I hadn't come out. Not even my parents knew.

Probably about a month after we became roommates, she started seeing a guy she met in one of her classes, which confirmed my suspicion that she was straight. I had hoped, and fantasized that she was closeted like me, and that she had a crush on me like I had on her. But that was just a wet fantasy of mine. Believe me when I tell you that I had wet dreams all of the time about having my way with her feet.

One night after she got home from her job as a waitress, and had gotten out of a shower wearing nothing but a robe, she started complaining to me that her boyfriend had stopped giving her foot massages, which she desperately wanted from him.

"He used to give them to me," she told me, "but then he suddenly stopped, and I got tired of asking for them."

"But you have such pretty feet," I told her. "If I was your boyfriend, I'd be giving you foot massages all of the time."

"You would?" She asked.

"Of course I would," I assured her.

"Well then," she kind of laughed, "it's too bad that you're not  a guy, and my boyfriend. Otherwise, I'd ask you to give me one now."

"I love giving foot massages," I inadvertently blurted out. "I'll give you one if you'd like."

I instantly regretted what I had just said. I was also mortified, and ashamed for having practically outed myself as a lesbian. Thankfully, though, she was fine with my offer to give her a foot massage.

"For real?" She asked me with interest. "I mean, if you like giving foot massages, I'm sure not going to turn that down."

As if I had already given her many foot massages before, she promptly laid face down on the couch where I was sitting, and she laid the soles of her feet in my lap.

"This is how my boyfriend used to massage my feet," she explained. "Is that okay?"

"It's perfect," I answered while trying not to show how excited I was about having her sexy wrinkled soles so available for me to enjoy.

"Oh, and could you please use the oil that I have in that top drawer?" She asked while lifting up one of her feet to point her perfectly pedicured toes in its direction. "It's my favorite."

When I saw the strawberry flavored edible massage oil that she wanted me to use to massage her feet, I was familiar with it because I had used it before when I gave full body, and foot massages to other women.

"Oh, this is great," I told her. "I've used this before. Is this what your boyfriend used?"

"It's what I gave him to use," she laughed, "but he never did what I hoped he would do with it."

"That's too bad," I told her. "You both missed out."

"I know," she agreed. "That's quite a hint I gave him, but he had no clue. No clue whatsoever."

For a quick moment, I wondered if she was giving me a hint to do to her feet what she had hoped her boyfriend would do to her feet, but then I snapped back to reality, and figured that couldn't possibly be the case. After all, she's straight, and I guessed that she thought that I was straight, too.

"Well," I drawled while trying not to reveal my fantasy about sucking her perfectly pedicured toes, "at least you're getting a foot massage."

"Thank you for giving me one," she replied. "You're really good at it. I mean really good!"

"Thanks," I told her. "I really like giving them. Now, enough talking. Just close your eyes, and relax."

"Okay," she agreed. "I just hope I don't fall asleep on you."

"That would be a compliment," I told her, "so feel free."

I made sure to give her a really good, and thorough foot massage so that she'd want me to massage her feet again. When it looked like she might have fallen asleep, though, I very carefully slipped my tongue in between her toes, and kissed them one by one. Even though I couldn't see any reaction from her, I didn't think that she had actually fallen asleep. She might have, I thought, but I figured that she was more likely pretending to be asleep while I very carefully kissed, and tongued her soles, and toes.

True or not, I thought that she was giving me an implicit signal for me to do to her feet what she had wished her boyfriend would have done to them. That implicit assumption on my part gave me unsaid permission to be more daring with her feet.

My heart skipped a beat or two when I put one of her big toes into my mouth to suck on it. She gasped out loud a tiny little bit, and I thought I heard a bit of a pleasurable moan, too, but I couldn't be sure. Then I sucked her other big toe. This time, she didn't seem to respond at all.

Surely, I thought, she must know that I'm sucking her big toes. I figured that she's either happy about it, and allowing it, or she's not sure what she should do about it. Either way, I decided to suck each, and every one of her other toes as well. Every once in a while she'd let out a little sigh, and a moan of what I hoped was approval of what I was doing. Sometimes her body would stir a bit, too.

At one point, though, I noticed that she had moved her hands in between her legs, which made me think that she was very discreetly masturbating herself to orgasm. I didn't want to be obvious about it by lifting up, or pushing aside her robe to see for myself what I thought she was doing, but I presumed that she had climaxed from masturbating herself.

Later on when she stirred as if she was waking up, or pretending to wake up, I quickly stopped sucking her toes. By then, I had thoroughly sucked all of her perfectly pedicured toes, and I had kissed, licked, and lightly tickled every inch of her sexy wrinkled soles.

"That felt so good," she said to me after waking up, or pretending to wake up. "Thank you so much!"

"It was my pleasure," I told her sincerely, and it was.

It became evident to me that she was well aware of me worshiping her feet, but she didn't say a word to me about it. She did, however, ask me a couple of nights later if I'd be up for giving her another foot massage. Naturally, I happily told her that I was up for it, which became routine throughout the entire four years that we were roommates until we graduated.

Not long after that first night of worshiping her feet when she let me get her off with my fingers, and a couple of vibrators. I confessed to her that I was a lesbian.

"I always knew you were," she told me with a sweetly supportive smile. "I knew it from the first day that we met when you couldn't take your eyes off of my feet."

"I was that obvious?" I asked.

"To me you were," she answered. "But don't worry. Our parents had no clue, just like my boyfriend had no clue about what I wanted him to do to my feet."

Mainly through Facebook, we kept in touch after we graduated even though we lived on opposite coasts. She married that guy in college, the same guy who never worshiped her feet. I married a wonderful woman ten years my senior. Like me, my wife has a foot fetish, and she knows what I did with my college roommate.

A decade later when my old college roommate flew to our city for a week long business trip, she came over to our house to meet my wife, and to have dinner with us. After dinner, we decided to have drinks in our hot tub in the back yard.

"Could I borrow one of your swim suits?" She asked. We're the same size, so one of mine would easily fit her.

"You could," I told her, "but we're going in au naturel, so you really don't need one. It feels much better without one."

"That sounds good to me," she laughed. "I mean, it's not like you haven't seen me in my birthday suit before."

We ended up getting pretty wasted in the hot tub, but that's not why my old roommate let me and my wife have our way with her feet while we soaked in the bubbling water.

"I really missed having my feet worshiped," she told us about her husband's lack of interest in her feet.

"I'm sure you did," I replied. "But everything else is okay, isn't it?"

"Yeah, except for the sex part," she answered. "He's kind of lost interest in that, too."

"That's too bad," my wife told her.

"You two are really good at this," she told my wife and me while we sucked her toes together.

"And there's so much more that we can do if you're open to it," I told her while giving my wife a knowing wink.

"What she means is that we can take you into our bedroom, and get you off in all kinds of naughty ways," my wife interjected.

"Oh my!" She exclaimed. "What all do you mean?"

"Showing you is much better than telling you," I told her while my wife and I grabbed her shoulders, and playfully coaxed her into going into the bedroom with us.

To our delight, she complied, and let us take her into our bedroom. Without any real protestations on her part, she barely said a word when my wife blindfolded her.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

"Hush," my wife playfully whispered. "Just enjoy it. We promise to get you off like you've never gotten off before."

Completely naked, we laid her face up on our bed, and deftly restrained her spread eagle.

"It's not too tight, is it?" I asked after we pulled her body taut, and made sure that she was effectively immobilized.

"I can barely move," she giggled, "but it's comfortable, so I guess it's not too tight."

Having foot fetishes, of course my wife and I started at her soles, and toes. Then we teased, stimulated, and tickled every inch of her naked, and bound body. Despite her sometimes real protests for us to stop because the intensity of her forced orgasms were so powerful, and unrelenting, we made her cum over, and over, and over again until she finally begged us to stop.

"I can't take any more!" She exclaimed. "I know I said it before, but I really mean it this time. It's too much! It's too much!"

My wife and I then stopped for good, and we asked if she was okay.

"I think so," she replied, "but wow, oh wow! That was intense!"

"It was meant to be," I told her. "We really wanted to get you off."

"Well," she laughed, "you sure did that!"

Even though my wife and I realized that we had likely gone too far with her, much to our delight she agreed to come back every night during her stay to let us do more of the same until she had to fly back home.

The next night when she came over, she confirmed that we had gone too far with her that first night, but she also admitted with a breathless zeal that she knew that she'd never get off so intensely with anybody else, which is why she felt compelled to let us have our way with her for as long as she was in the city.

My wife and I did take it a little easier with her the rest of the time that she came over to let us sexually ravish her, but we still made sure to get her off with intensely powerful multiple orgasms each, and every night.