Sara's Weakness, Part 3
(Posted on Tuesday, September 18, 2001)
This story was submitted by Pam.

If you haven't yet read the first part of this story, click Sara's Weakness, Part 1.

NOTE: Thanks for all the e-mail, and I apologize to those I did not respond to. I got a lot!

These stories are a gift for my boyfriend who, when he found out about my bizarre exploits with my roomate, Sara, almost came in his pants and begged for me to set something up with her and let him watch. Well, I'm into a lot of things, but not that. So I promised to tell him everything, and when I did, he begged me to post the stories at his favorite Web site (Great Feet Foot Fetish Site). Actually, he edits them and does the posting, but I promised to write the first draft.

Unfortunately, I did not finish this story before finals last year, and I didn't have access to a computer this summer, so I had to wait until fall semester before I could finish it. Sorry!

There's actually one more (okay 2) events that are worth writing about, and if I don't get too bogged down with school, I'll try to write about them later.

Sincerely,
Pam
 

On with the story ...

The next time I saw Sara, she had done all of my laundry, not just my stolen socks. She was kneeling on the floor and folding everything on my bed. She looked up at me with a sheepish smile and I tried not to laugh. When she was done folding, she stood up and asked if what she had done was was good enough. I told her that I wanted to lie down and I nodded at the clothes on my bed, which were in the way. She asked if I wanted her to put them all away and I said, "What do YOU think?"

After she was done I laid down on my side of the bed, facing the wall so that I wouldn't have to talk to her. But before I went to sleep I warned her, "I still haven't figured out what I'm going to do about this sock stealing thing."

"I promise I won't do it again," Sara pleaded.

"We'll see. I'm keeping my eye on you," I said sternly. "Now let me sleep."

I figured that would keep Sara away from me, and it did for almost two weeks. That was good because I requested a room change and none were available. I had to live with her, I was told, probably for the rest of the semester.

It wasn't a problem until one Friday after mid-terms. It was a long day in which I had a big exam and then went out afterward with my boyfriend and some others from my class. I was going to spend the night and weekend with my boyfriend, but he got a call from his ex-wife. She had to leave town in the morning and needed him to come pick up his son for the weekend. In fact, he had to sleep over at her place because his son was already in bed and she didn't want to wake him, plus her flight was at 4:30a.m. We got in a big fight and I cried most of the way back to my room.

Sara's parents and boyfriend were coming to town the next morning and she was expecting to have the room to herself until Sunday. I knew she'd be dissappointed to see me, and I didn't need any more rejection. I was tired and drunk. I had been wearing boots all day and my feet were hot and sweaty. I just wanted to get undressed and pass out.

I startled Sara when I got back to the room. She was lying down and jumped up as she closed her robe when she saw me. She had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing a pink terricloth robe, pink slippers, and a towel around her head. "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be back until Sunday night!" She said, almost in a panic.

I tried to explain what had happened, hoping she would understand and not give me a hard time, but I broke down and started crying. I tried to choke back my tears and Sara helped me to sit down. She helped me off with my backpack and jacket.
She kneeled on the floor and apologized, saying that I could stay as she wiped away my tears. I laid back and put my pillow over my face so that I could regain my composure without looking at her.

Then I heard her say, "Here, let me help you with these," as I felt her pulling my
boots off.

I knew my feet must have smelled and I told Sara that, but she insisted that it was "okay" and started rubbing my foot. I was too tired to argue and it felt good anyway, so I let her do it. Then she placed my foot on her shoulder and pulled my other boot off. She massaged that foot for a few minutes, placed it on her other shoulder, and went back to my first foot.

"You might feel better with these off too," she said nervously, tugging at my socks.

"Here we go again," I thought, but I was wasted and I wanted my socks off anyway, so I just grunted, "Whatever."

She caressed my arch wth her thumb as she mumbled nervously, "Is that a yes?"

"Will you WASH them for me?" I joked sarcastically, suddenly feeling better.

"Sure!" Sara exclaimed enthusiastically, pulling a sock down over my heel.

"Or would you rather keep them dirty and hide them in your pillow?" I chuckled, really enjoying how embarrassed Sara had become and how it made me forget my problems.

"Pam!" she whined, letting go of my sock. "I told you I promise I'll never do that..."

"Ohhhh, come on," I cut her off, sliding my toes up her bare neck. "You know you want them," I said as I waved my toes under her nose. "Like that smell? Don't you miss it?"

"Pam.... don't..." she stammered, looking embarrassed.

I had to laugh just looking at her. I pressed my foot to her face and said, "You could sleep with this smell in your face every night. Isn't that what you want?"

She just looked away without saying anything. I pressed my other foot to her face and smothered her with my sweaty socks. She grabbed my ankles and feebly tried to pull her face away, but she stayed at my feet and never made a real attempt to get away from me. She was panting and her mouth was open, so I shoved my toes inside. Sara moaned and I chuckled, "If you like the smell, you'll love the taste."

I was shocked when Sara finally gave up struggling and began pulling my socks off with her teeth! When my feet were completely bare, she started kissing and licking them all over, breathing hard. The feel of her wet tongue on my bare feet was electrifying, and I struggled to pull away from the overwhelming sensations, but Sara held me by my ankles and wouldn't let me go. She licked up and down the bottoms of my feet, around my ankles, down my insteps, and between my toes. She was grunting and panting. Her face was flushed and sweaty.

Just when I thought she was done, she started using her teeth on the bottoms of my feet, nibbling and sucking hard as her teeth slid up and down from my heels to my toes. It was an agonizing blend of tickling and pain. I recall feeling like my eyes were crossing, and I knew I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to ask her to stop, but all I could do was to blurt out her name before my whole body was wracked by sensations coming from my feet.

She must have thought that I liked it because she moaned "Oh Pam!"  as went even crazier on my bare feet.

She was holding my ankles so hard that I actually had to kick wildly and scream, "Stop!" before she came back to her senses.

I put my feet back on the ground and sat up. "That was too much!" I scolded her.

"I'm sorry!" she apologized, putting her head in my lap and hugging my calves. "I got carried away. I couldn't help it."

I felt a little guilty because I did taunt her and I knew what I was doing, so I said, "It's not your fault."

"At least your feet are CLEAN now!" she laughed, and I had to join her.

"Next time I'll try to control myself, okay?"

"Next time?" I wondered.