Sara's Weakness, Part 1
(Posted on Sunday, April 8, 2001)
This story was submitted by Pam.

Sara was my roomate in my freshman year of college. She was from a very religious family and therefore was involved in campus ministries and all that stuff. She was outgoing, but totally repressed sexually. She had a boyfriend back home who she was practically engaged to, but had never done more than a dry kiss. She was constantly on the phone to him or her parents when she wasn't studying or doing something with her new born-again friends.

We were completely different, and she was always trying to convert me from my 'sinner' ways. It was totally obnoxious. She was constantly preaching to me and suggesting that I join her at church. I was very close to telling her to fuck off.

Then one day I stubbed my toe in the room and I saw a different side of Sara. She helped me to my bed as I limped across the room, and the next thing I knew, she was pulling my sock off. She started probing my big toe like she was a doctor and told me that it didn't seem to be broken. I knew it wasn't broken since I had just stubbed it a little and I told her I was okay, but she ignored me and kept playing with my toes.

She started on the other ones and asked if they hurt too, and I repeated that I was fine. Then she started playing 'this little piggie went to the market', and I knew that Sara, the judgemental prude, had a thing for my FEET! I've had boyfriends who have told me that I have beautiful feet and I've felt that they were my best feature for a long time myself, so Sara's behavior wasn't a COMPLETE surprise.

I decided to get back at her for acting so high and mighty around me all ot the time, so instead of pulling my foot away, I giggled and squealed, "You're making me ticklish!" But I kept my foot there and wiggled my toes to encorage her as she played with them.

"And this little piggie went wee-wee-wee-wee allllll the way home!" She said as she raked her fingertips down the bottom of my bare foot.

I squealed and told her that she had found my weakness.

Her eyes grew wide and she said, "Well, maybe if I keep doing it, you'll forget about the pain," as she giggled and stroked the bottom of my foot again.

"Oh god!" I squealed. "You're so MEAN!"

"Me? MEAN?" She asked innocently.

"Yes, MEAN! If you want to be NICE, why don't you KISS it and make it all better?" I said through the giggles.

After a brief pause, Sara lowered her face to my foot and pecked the top of my big toe quickly. She held the bottom of my foot in the palm of her hand and she said, "There, how's that?" as she stared at my foot, avoiding eye contact with me.

I knew that I had her now. "You call THAT nice? You can do better than that, can't you?" I asked sweetly as I pointed my toes in her now sweaty hand.

"Yes," she whispered and placed her warm lips softly on my big toe, and she left it there for a few seconds.

I moaned and told her that it was starting to feel better. I told her that my other toes were getting jealous, and as if in a trance, this stuffy virgin of a girl who probably never did a sensous thing in her life, had her eyes closed as she made-out with my toes and caressed the bottom of my foot. Then she stopped suddenly and apologized as she got up and ran out of the room. Her face was beet-red.

I had to laugh.