Thursday, August 11, 2016

"Foot Fetishizer," Part 3

Amy woke up early the next morning, dressed for a run, walked past the sleeping Josh, and headed out.  She wasn’t the most consistent runner in the world, but this morning, she felt like going for miles.  Her usual route took her down by the river, towards a local university, through campus, and back.  Today, she resolved to run even further, through an additional nearby university campus.  

As she jogged, she passed groups of students getting up and going for the day.  Many still wore pajama pants. Looking closer, she noticed a number of girls dressed unremarkably except for their flip-flop clad feet, which were uniformly tan and bearing all manner of foot jewelry. Amy dry heaved.



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“Hey, come on in.  Never mind the mess.”  Steph invited.  She looked a little the worse for wear - it had clearly been a late and probably drunken night.  She was wearing a tight t-shirt and short workout shorts.  Her previously-pale legs were pretty tan, and she still had on the multitudes of toe rings and black nail polish from the previous night.  “You want anything?” she asked Amy as they walked from the entrance into the kitchen.

“Thanks, that’s a nice offer, and I don’t mean to be rude, but what I really want is to know what’s happen-”  Before Amy completed her thought, Amy entered the kitchen to notice Giselle sitting at the table, also looking a bit haggard.  Giselle, though, was wearing the same vampire costume she was wearing the previous night.  “Giselle, did you crash here last night?” Amy asked.  Giselle and Steph looked at each other and blushed.  “Holy shit - did you two…?”  Giselle and Steph continued blushing in silence, then eventually cracked wide, telling smiles.  

“Yeah, we hooked up last night…” Giselle volunteered.  

“Oh my God!” Amy forgot her concerns and was now primarily interested in these developments.  She had no idea Giselle went that way, and she knew for a fact that Steph had never done anything like this.  “Details!  Immediately!”   

Giselle stood up and the three women stood in a circle.  “It’s kind of hazy, to be honest,” she responded.  “I think we both had a lot to drink last night.  I’d never even kissed a girl before.”

Beaming at all the intrigue, Amy furthered her questioning.  “Wow, last night took an interesting turn!  How’d it start?  Who made the first move?  And did you guys go all the way or what?”

“‘Go all the way’?!?  Haha, who talks like that any more!  Yeah, we went all the way, and then Steph asked me to go steady!”  The women all laughed.  “As I remember it, and Steph jump in if I’m forgetting anything, we were talking to you, Amy, then you left and there was some kind of vibe there.”

“Yeah,” Steph said.  “We were talking to Amy about foot fetishes and I think we were both turned on.  While we were talking, I kind of realized that Giselle had some really sexy feet, and I wanted to suck her toes.”

“Yeah I reached pretty much the same conclusion about your feet, too.”  Giselle corroborated.

Amy’s smile dissipated.  She wanted some fun gossip about her friends hooking up, but the conversation turned back to the topic that had brought her to Steph’s in the first place - foot fetishes.  

Not noticing Amy’s change in demeanor, Giselle continued.  “We went to the loveseat, and Steph took off one of my sandals and started kissing my feet.”

“WHAT?!?  Right in front of everyone??”  Amy gagged.  She thought she might throw up.

“Well, yeah.  I don’t have anything to hide.  People were into it!  A bunch of guys started throwing crumbled-up ones at us!”  Giselle relayed this fact as though there was nothing unusual about it.  Amy, on the other hand, reacted with revulsion.  Her friends didn’t just have this awful fetish, they acted like it was normal!

Amy crumbled, muttering, “What is happening?!?  This is so gross…  I never knew this foot thing existed a few months ago, and now everyone acts like it’s acceptable.”

Steph put her arm around her friend.  “Shh, honey. You might not want to hear it, but I think you’d like it, too. Having a foot fetish, that is.”

“You don’t just ‘get’ a fetish. It comes from your childhood or a gypsy curse or something.” Amy retorted.

Steph smirked.  “That’s what I thought, too.  But this place Enfetisha will open your mind.”  Seeing a quizzical look on Amy’s face, Steph continued.  “Basically, it’s some kind of hypnosis or mind control or something.  You know how I used to be about feet.  I didn’t even wear sandals.  After a lot of my friends started going to this place and getting foot fetishes, I just broke down and decided to get one myself.  And I’m so fucking glad I did.  I loooooovvvee having my toes sucked - it’s an experience I wasn’t open to at all before.”

Giselle chimed in.  “That was pretty much my experience too.  I had a boyfriend with a foot fetish before.  He’d suck my toes when we were both drunk, but it never did anything for me.  It’s just another way to get off for my now.  You know, Amy, you should think about going to Enfetisha yourself.”

“There are some … interesting side-effects, too…” Steph coyly interjected.

“I don’t know what that means, but … fuck.”  Amy put her face in her hands for a pregnant pause, then sprung up.  “Fuck it - I’m tired of fighting this.  I’ll do it.”

“Awesome, you’re going to love it, I mean ...” Steph began but was quickly interrupted by Amy.

“I meant, right now, while I have the nerve.  Steph - you’re coming with me.  Let’s go.”  

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