In Bed With The Flu, Part 1
(Posted on Wednesday, December 12, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously by Tock.

I always stop and visit my friend Will, whenever 1 go through Johnson City, Tennessee. On this particular afternoon, we were going to check out an East Tennessee State basketball game. Snow was in the forecast and it felt good to get into his home, where the fireplace was going.

I arrived just after noon. Will needed to go get his oil changed, before we went to the game. He said I could stay and watch some games on TV, while he went take care of his car. He did mention that his sister Paula was laid out in the guest room, sick as a dog, battling the flu. I met her a couple of times before. She is a blonde, with nice legs and firm oalves. Will said she was asleep. So, I was going to try to be quiet and not wake her.

About 20 minutes after he was gone, I heard her file off four consecutive load sneezes. I quietly walked to the room she was in, to see if she was okay or if I could get tissues or something. She was laying on a day bed, flat on her stomach, with at least three blankets over her.

I asked if she was okay and if she needed anything. She asked if L would go refill her water jug. When I got back, I noticed that she had a TV on and was watching the same game I had been. I asked how she was feeling and she replied,..."dust horrible. My head is burning up, but the rest of me is absolutely freezing. My feet are so cold, I can hardly take it."

Well, now it was time for some fun. I would be careful, because I knew she was sick.  But, I wasn't letting this chance go by.

"Well, you just relax." I Said. "I'II do something about your feet." I sat on the floor, at the end of the bed, where her feet were hanging over. I lifted the blankets and got a nice view of those gorgeous calves. She was so cold, that she had two pairs of socks on. I took the white socks off first, followed by the pink ones.

Her feet were like ice. I couldn't hold back from going right at them. 1 immediately cupped my hands around her soles and began breathing all over them. She started giggling and lightly shaking her feet around.

"Ooooh. Ooooh. I can't believe you're doing this," she said. "But, it feels wonderful. Ooooh, that feels so good."

"I would be crazy not to do this," I replied. "I like your cute little feet. What size shoe do you wear?"

"Nine," she answered. "Thanks for saying they are cute. But, I can't see how you can call them little."

Now that I was getting the full essence from inhaling the fantastic scent of her bare feet, it was time to pick up the action. I began French kissing her left heel and started slowly nibbling downward into her instep. She started shaking, even more. I could hear her laughing in her pillow.

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked. "I don't want to unsettle you. Are you going to be all right?"
 
"I'm fine," she replied. "No one has ever done this to me before. That really
tickles. I never thought someone would like my feet, like this. I never thought someone would want to be near me, while I feel so awful. Ha ha ha ha. That tickles."

She continued laughing into the pillow, as I started on her right heel and made my
way down to that instep.

"I know it tickles," I told her. "I like playing with your feet. And believe it or not,
I like the  smell too."

From there. I took hold of her ankles and began nibbling on her toes. I got each one. I started on the little one on her left foot, traveled to the big toe, went over to the big toe on the right foot and finished at that little toe. I could see the blankets moving about. I could see she was losing it. I did another round of nibbling on her toes. But, this time, I let go of her ankles and began to gently stroke her insteps with the three middle fingers from each hand. I had gone slo-o-o-owly up and down, once as I would start nibbling on each of her toes.

By the time, I finished, she broke into a chain of coughing outbursts....about four
or five. I could see that she wasn't able to catch her breath. I jumped up and got her water jug. She was okay, after a couple of drinks.

"I'm sorry." I said to her, while fixing the blankets back as she had them. "I guess I went overboard. I should have taken into consideration how you're feeling."

"I'II be okay," she said, with laughter. "I've never had somebody tickle my feet, in so many ways, all at one time."

I went back to the end of the bed and put both sets of socks back on her. We sat and watched the game that was on, until Will came back and he and I headed off to the ETSU game. I wish I had pre-game fun like this more often.