Gretchen & Kathy
(Posted on Saturday, July 21, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously.

Gretchen and I have been best friends for many years, and for as long as I can remember I've adored her feet. She had amazingly high arches, creamy smooth skin that tanned beautifully, and unbelievably cute toes. I'd feel so jealous when she'd confidently kick her shoes off and walk around barefoot. Her arches were so high they gave the impression that she was wearing heels even when she had no shoes on at all.  Her feet were her best feature and she knew it... she even admitted it to me once. Gretchen also loved to have her feet tickled, and  when we were children I'd do it often. It seemed very innocent back then.

But as we got older and more sexually mature, tickling began to seem childish, and I wondered if my love of her feet was weird. Somewhere along the line we started going our separate ways. We began hanging out with different people, and although we stayed close friends outside of school, we spent less time together, and I stopped tickling her feet altogether.

Right before I went away to college, however, we went for a walk in the woods to get stoned. She was wearing highheeled clogs with no socks which was odd for where we were going, but I liked the way they looked and didn't say a thing. When we got to our destination, we decided to climb a tree that we used to as kids. She went first, and halfway up the tree Gretchen squealed, "Look out!" and her shoe bounced off of my shoulder on its way to the ground. "Sorry!" she said. "Better let this one go before it hits you in the HEAD" she said as she pointed her toes, letting it fall to safely to the ground. Her toes were right in my face, but I tried not to make a big deal of it even though her feet were beautifully pedicured, something she had never done before, and I couldn't keep from looking at them. Her toes were glistening pink and there wasn't a callous or rough spot to be seen. My mind was flooded with fantasies old and new.

When she reached the spot where we always sat, her bare feet were dangling between us. She was swinging them toward me as if daring me to ignore them. Then she pushed her pointed toes toward me and asked, "What do you think of my new color?"

I nodded my approval, hiding the excitement that was involuntarily welling up inside of me.

"I've become addicted to pedicures," she said, and continued on, as she posed her feet in various positions in the air between us, about how often she goes, and about how cool the woman is who does her feet. It's almost as if she was trying to make me jealous of her pedicurist, and of course I was. Especially when Gretchen said that "Carol" told her that she had the prettiest feet of any of her clients, and that she could make money as a foot model.

I just wanted to say, "What the fuck are you trying to do to me?" but I remained silent.

We just smoked our joint and chatted like always as she wiggled her toes and rubbed her feet together much too sensuously for my comfort.

"I think I'm gay," she said out of the blue. I didn't know what to say. It wasn't a total shock, but the way she told me caught me off guard. "I wanted you to know first," she continued.

"What do you mean THINK?" I asked.

"Well, I know I am, but I haven't really... you know... done anything... with anybody."

"How long have you known?"

"A long time. Since we were in middle school I think. About the time everyone started talking about guys. I knew I was different."

"Does Bill know?" I asked, refering to her long-time boyfriend.

"No, you're the first. I'm not going to tell him. He's going away to school. He doesn't have to know. But you... I hope we'll be friends forever." She was starting to get choked up.

"Of course we will," I said reaching for her. Her foot was the closest thing so I grabbed it and squeezed it like it was her hand. She chuckled and wiped away a tear. "I'm glad you told me," I said.

"But now you think I'm weird."

"Actually... I think I'm the weirdest person in the world. If you only KNEW my darkest secrets..." I involuntarilly looked at her feet. I realized that she saw me do it, and I decided to stare at them longer than I should have before looking back up at her.

"Maybe you can tell me some day," she said.

I nodded and then said, "But now I need to get on the road." We walked back and she helped me load my car, gave me a hug and a kiss, and we promised to keep in touch.

She went to college in our hometown while I went to a school four hours away. We did keep in touch. She told me that she had to get away from home, so I suggested that she check out my school. It was big and she could be annoymous, which she wanted.

She came out for a visit in November and I showed her around and went to a few parties. We spent most of the time alone talking admist the noise and commotion. She was wearing thick dark socks and clogs which she dangled and slipped her little feet in and out of all night. She repeatedly talked about how lucky I was to be so pretty... not like she was coming on to me... but just how she wished she could attract people as easy as me. I wanted to tell her how pretty her feet were and how lucky she was, but I knew it sounded stupid.

After the parties, we went back to my room. I had a single which had enough room for one bed, and I offered to sleep on the floor. Gretchen, who was also drunk, giggled and told me not to be silly. Then she threw me a pillow and said, "Just sleep down there," nodding her head to show me where to place the pillow... on the bed at her FEET! I turned off the lights and laid down, head to toe with Gretchen, relieved that she wouldn't see me blushing in the dark. She pulled her knees up and crossed her legs so her socked foot was pointed at me and bobbing up and down in the dark.

We chatted and talked about when we were little for a long time. I was just becoming entranced by the motion of her foot and the comfort of the alcohol and pot, and I decided to tell her about my foot fetish, but before I could, Gretchen said she was crashing and rolled over, facing away from me. I was relieved in a way that she wasn't looking at me, because even in the dark I was afraid that she could see me staring at her foot.

After a  few moments of silence, Gretchen said in a sleepy voice, "Oh, I left my socks on. Could you take them off for me?" She placed one foot onto my pillow, right in my face. I pulled it off slowly with quivering hands, and then Gretchen placed her socked foot on top of her bare one on my pillow. Halfway down with her second sock, Gretchen chuckled, "I'm starting to get ticklish."

I apologized because of my foot fetish paranoia, but she continued, "No... it feels great." So I slipped her second sock off all the way and, with both of her bare feet resting on my pillow right in my face,  and I stroked them lovingly. Her bare soles glistened in the moolight. Her toes wiggled and scrunched to my touch, creating undulating wrinkles in her bare moonlit soles. I could hear Gretchen breathing, even over my heavy sighs. My head was spinning, and I was so wet I wanted to finger myself.

Risking all, I kissed her toes... and Gretchen moaned! "I hope you don't mind," I said, trying to slow down my passion so she wouldn't get freaked.

"No," she sighed.

I didn't know if she meant no she didn't mind, or no don't do it again, so I kissed the bottom of her foot on the soft white flesh of her deep arch, and she gasped. Then I licked the same spot and she groaned. Emboldened, I wrapped my arms around her legs and pressed my face to her pedicured smooth bare soles and started... well... making out with them, basically... kissing and licking them all over. I forced myself to do it without going crazy, which wasn't easy, but it allowed me to make out with her feet for a long time, and Gretchen seemed to be getting just as hot as me.

When I licked under her toes she grunted, "Oh Kathy!" and spread them as wide as her plump little toes could go. I had just enough room to press my tongue in between them, and Gretchen started grunting and writhing on the bed. She reached back and quickly grabbed my leg, squeazing my thigh hard as if holding on for balance as I lapped between her toes. She pointed her toes on one foot and I took them in my mouth. I forced my tongue between her toes as I sucked on them hard.

"Kath, Oh God, Kath..." she moaned with higher and a higher pitch. Her nails were digging into my thigh so hard it hurt, and I threw my leg over her body. Then she was squeezing my foot and pressing it into her boobs. Her body was writhing rythmically on the bed as she panted and squealed. She suddenly gasped, "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming..."

I thrust my hand between my legs and cried, "Me too!"

We came for a long time, and when things quieted down I said, "So now you know MY secret."

"That's it?" she said. "Why couldn't you tell me?"

"Gretch... I don't think you understand... I LOVE your FEET!" I confessed.

"It's okay," she said supportively.

"But I REALLY LOVE your FEET. More than you can imagine. I don't think I could even explain it or put it into words."

"Try," she said pointing her toes and lowering her foot onto my face. "We have all night."