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Feet First Ch. 01

By: thezinger



If I had been the entrepreneurial type I'd probably have a fortune by now. I'd have started one of those web marketing campaigns: "For just $19.99 you too can have my secret of success with women. Never be lonely again! Money back guarantee!!" But initiative has never been one of my strong points and besides, I'd have had to share my profits with business partners. I prefer to work alone. But now I think it's time to let my secret out. I've had my run with it and it's served its purpose. So if you want to have a stab at it, be my guest.

Like many great discoveries, this one came about by accident. It was near the end of my freshman year at Enormous State University. A group of us were studying in the 9th floor lounge of one of ESU's many high-rise dorms. It was probably 1:30 or 2:00 in the morning and most of the group had drifted away to their rooms until only Marie and I were left. Marie, who was really smart and a good studier, was doggedly quizzing me on dates, places, King Whosezat and The Treaty of Whatchamacallit. History wasn't one of my strong points. For that matter, school wasn't one of my strong points. I'm sure she could have nailed that stuff blindfolded. I couldn't find the hammer.

We had struck up a friendship over the course of the semester, although even today I can't see what brought us together. She was smart, studious, cute, with a brilliant smile and raven black hair. If she could have lost that freshman 15 and another 5 or 10 pounds, she would have been a real knockout. She'd be beating guys off with a stick. I, on the other hand, was a sport-loving, Bud-guzzling schlub who was more likely to spend an evening listening to tunes with friends than crack a textbook. Losing that freshman 15 wouldn't have hurt me either, except I'd had it since I was 12. Still, there was some level at which we just felt comfortable with each other. We didn't hang out together much, but when we did, it was nice.

Marie was really being a good sport by staying up so late to help me out, and I was truly appreciative. So when I saw her rolling her head around and rubbing her neck, I wanted to help her out. Just a few days earlier I had come across something online about how nerve endings in the feet connect to the rest of the body. It's called reflexology, I later found out. At the time when I saw the link, I probably thought it sounded vaguely erotic, which is why I checked it out. But after reading a bit, I thought it looked to be more scientific, so I didn't pursue it. But the reference came back to me as I was sprawled on the floor with my back against the lime green foam rubber core couches that seem to be mandated for dorm furnishings. Marie was sitting with legs outstretched and feet propped up on a big square footrest.

Recalling the brief description in the article about massaging the sole of the foot to relax the rest of the body, I scooted over to the footrest, grabbed one of her feet, and started rubbing away.

"Man, that feels great!" I heard almost immediately.

Marie flopped her head back against the back of the couch, closed her eyes, and sighed.

I just kept after it, rubbing my thumbs up and down along the tendons on the bottom of her feet, sometimes gently spreading her toes this way and that, or kneading the webbing between her toes.

Periodically I'd hear a sigh or a gentle exclamation along the lines of "Ooh, that feels soooo good!"

Whenever I heard something like that, I'd particularly focus on doing what I had just been doing a while longer, since whatever it was, it seemed to be working.

I spent about ten minutes on one foot and was 5 minutes into the other when I began to notice Marie shifting around a bit on the couch, as if she were uncomfortable. I was sitting facing her, although I had focused most of my attention on whichever foot I was working on and wasn't really looking at her. But as she began to squirm I did look up at her and saw her head leaned back, eyes closed, and a half smile on her contented face, so I didn't think that I was doing something that she found discomforting. I just kept massaging. After a few seconds, she slightly pulled up the knee of the side I was no longer massaging, reached her hand between her thighs very near her groin and made a wiping motion. When she removed her hand she left her leg partly pulled up, affording me a bit of a view up her skirt. Being the inquisitive young man that I was, I was curious to see more completely what was up there.

Marie's eyes were still closed, so, with one hand still massaging her foot, I very slowly lifted her skirt just a bit to get a better look. I won't say that I'm proud of that particular act, but under the circumstances, I can't reprimand myself for it too harshly. Besides, resisting temptation has never been one of my strong points.

With a clearer view up her nether regions, I could see that her panties were damp. Actually, they were quite wet and a drop of moisture was forming that was just about to drip down her thigh. Her panties were so wet, in fact, that the fabric had become translucent and I could see the darkness of her pubic hairs and the outlines of her pussy lips. I had an instant hard-on.

Suddenly, her hand lashed out with the speed of a cobra strike as she grabbed my wrist. I was discovered! I reddened with embarrassment and sheepishly looked up to meet her eyes. But I saw no accusatory look, no indignant glare. Marie's eyes were still closed, her head lolling back, still resting on the couch back. Then, to my utter astonishment, she guided my guilty hand down to her leg and up her thigh to her soaking panties.

It took me a few seconds to recover from my astonishment, but I'm not totally dense. After all, it's not often that this kind of opportunity would come to a guy like me. I began to fondle her through her panties, which immediately brought some appreciative sighs from Marie. I pulled down the front of her panties and tried to part her pussy lips. She aided me by parting her legs a little more. I eventually worked my fingers into her well lubricated pussy and started rubbing. After a few minutes, she guided my fingers up to her clit, which I massaged in tandem with with her foot, which I was still somewhat distractedly trying to rub with my free hand. It wasn't long before her breathing audibly quickened and some quiet moans escaped her lips. She gyrated her hips as her breathing came in short gasps, finally arching her back in climax.

I was so horny I was about to pop. But I calmly restored her panties to their proper position and returned my full attention to massaging her foot. I patted her legs when I decided she'd had enough (and when I had calmed down some too) and said as casually as I could, "Well, thanks again for all the study tips."

She didn't even open her eyes, but just half whispered, half mouthed, "Thank you!" and smiled.

I got up and gathered my books and notes. "You gonna be OK?"

She just nodded and said, "Oh yeah," and made a dismissive gesture with her hands. Her eyes were still closed.

I made my way back to my room, both perplexed and aroused. What was that all about? I wondered. I fell asleep to the sound of my roommate's deep breathing with the image of Marie's smile in my mind.

The test was at 3 the next afternoon. Marie was already seated near the front when I came in to find a seat. Throughout the test I kept looking at her, but her back was to me so I couldn't make eye contact. She finished her test long before I did, of course, and just managed a nervous smile as she walked past me.

When I left the classroom after finally laboring through my test, I found Marie waiting for me outside. 

She flashed me a big smile. "Wanna grab some beers to celebrate?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied, somewhat uncertainly. I still wasn't sure what last night's events meant for us.

We went to the local campus liquor store where they'd sell it to you if you could see over the counter. I grabbed for a six of Bud, but Marie already had a six of Michelob. Boy, that girl was all class!

"Your roommate going to be there tonight?" she asked as we walked into the dorm. "Can't seem to get rid of mine."

"Nah, he's going home for the weekend, as usual."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" she asked as she punched the button for my floor in the dorm elevator.

My roommate was already gone when we got back to my room. I twisted open a couple of bottles and handed one to Marie. She plopped down on the chair in front of my desk, which was at the foot of my bed. It was the only seating apart from the bed in my half of the small room. Throwing off her flip-flops, she leaned back in the chair and propped her feet against the foot of the bed.

"Here's to academic success!" she said, raising her bottle.

I half-heartedly raised my bottle. I was feeling less than brilliant after my first 1 1/2 semesters of college and this last test did little to alter that impression. If it weren't for Marie's help, I probably would have failed the test. As it was, I would be lucky to get a C.

"Oh come on now!" she exclaimed. "Rome wasn't built in a day. You'll get it eventually."

"I'm not so sure about that," I replied. "I'm just not a brain."

"Well, even if that's true, you have compensating talents,"she said, giving me a sidelong smile and raising her eyebrows.

I felt my face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and hope, but she didn't pursue the subject and I was too insecure to probe any further.

The conversation drifted and we settled into the easy banter that had come to characterize our friendship. A couple of beers later, I remembered that I had a few joints stashed away in my drawer. I got up and pulled one out, holding it in the air in offering.

"Want a toke?" I offered.

"What the heck, it's Friday!" she replied.

I lit the joint and we were soon happily sharing it back and forth as we sat shoulder to should on my bed, leaning against the wall.

Not long into the joint, she surprised me by leaning her head against my shoulder.

"You know, I never did properly thank you for last night," she said.

I tried to make a joke of it.

"Aw shucks ma'am. Twarn't nuthin'. Just a fellow doin' his duty."

She leaned into me a little bit more.

"Really, I mean it. I don't want to appear ungrateful."

Before I could say anything in reply, she was nuzzling my neck and rubbing her hand along my thigh. I figured that at this point anything I could say would be more likely to harm than help, so I just kept my mouth shut. I did find the courage to lift her chin and give her a long, deep kiss, which she returned enthusiastically. Soon I felt her hand fondling my crotch. She broke the kiss and slid down to her knees in front of me on the bed. Undoing my belt and trouser buttons, she carefully extracted my cock, which was pumping in excitement.

Marie didn't hesitate. She began kissing and licking my hard-on, then took it fully in her mouth. I'm not long, but I do have a nice thick one and I could feel it fill her mouth. For the studious type, Marie certainly seemed to know what she was doing when she had a cock in her mouth. It was just a few minutes before I could feel the pressure start to build and I knew I would blow soon. I started groaning, maybe a little more than I needed to, to let her know that I was about to come. At this she intensified her efforts and I just exploded into her mouth. I was too overcome with lust and pleasure to even be pleasantly surprised that she slurped it all down.

Once she had me cleaned up, she politely tucked everything back into place and took her place next to me leaning against the wall.

"Looks like you didn't find that too onerous," she said with a teasing smile.

I wasn't all too sure what "onerous" meant, but I wasn't very interested in linguistics at that moment, so I just nodded as I tried to let my heart rate return to normal.

"Is that joint gone?" Marie inquired.

I mumbled something as I relit the extinguished joint and handed it to her.

After a while, I had regained my wits enough to put a few words together.

"So Marie, about last night. When I was rubbing your feet, was that, um, like, a turn on?"

"Well," she said, "it wasn't like it was erotic just on its own. But it was like it was sooo relaxing and after a while, after a not very long while, it was just like some knots came untied that let me get really, really horny. It's been kind of a while, you know."

I didn't know, but I was ready now to pursue my opportunity.

"So if I were to rub your feet the same way now, would you have the same reaction?"

"I honestly don't know," she said. "I don't know if that was just a one-time thing, or what."

"Do you want to find out?" I ventured.

She looked at me for a few seconds with a thoughtful expression, then said, "Sure."

I hopped up and positioned a couple of pillows at the head of the bed where Marie could lean back comfortably. She stretched out and I positioned myself at the foot of the bed and started working on her feet by rubbing my thumbs along the soles while getting leverage by bracing my fingertips alongside the tops. I paid particular attention to her reactions this time and noted two or three spots that seemed especially pleasing to her, judging by the little sighs and moans my efforts elicited. By the time I was just a few minutes into her other foot she was oohing and aahing and starting to squirm around noticeably. 

Abruptly, she leaned forward and pulled off her blouse, then grabbed me and pulled me forward to give me a deep kiss with plenty of tongue. I could feel her hands pulling at my t-shirt, so I raised my hands over my head to help her whisk it off. We both fumbled at each other's belts and buttons and squirmed out of our pants. Just in our underwear now, Marie pushed me back on the bed, straddled me on hands and knees and gave me a wet urgent kiss. As she leaned over me I took the opportunity to unhook her bra strap, releasing her magnificent tits. I had often fantasized about those tits. Marie was not a racy dresser, but even her modest habits couldn't disguise the fact that she had a voluptuous pair. But I never thought I'd actually get to see them. Yet here they were, dangling alluringly before me. I admired them with my hands and tongue, and as I licked and suckled I could feel her nipples harden and see her large, pale aureoles wrinkle and contract with excitement.

Marie wriggled out of her panties and sat back to pull off mine. Despite having come not half-an-hour earlier I was rock hard. Marie gave my cock a few little licks and one nice long suck, then leaned forward a little more to lick my stomach while swinging her lovely tits against my hard-on. My heart was about to thump out of my chest. She inched forward, rubbing her tits against my skin along the way. When our hips met she began to slowly grind against my throbbing cock, then drew herself up on her knees straddling me and reached behind her to guide my cock into her pussy. She was so well lubricated I slid in easily. I just let her take control. Since I had come so recently, I felt confident of my stamina and I could focus on massaging her sensuous tits and just enjoying the ride.

It wasn't long before she was bouncing up and down on me, tits flying this way and that, panting and moaning. I could feel her pussy start to contract and suddenly I knew there was going to be no holding back for me anymore. I could feel my anus and balls contract as the pressure grew inside of me, all the while her pussy was squeezing around me tighter and tighter.

She collapsed on me, moaning "oh yeah, oh, oh yeah," as I thrust deeply into her shooting my load.

As she lay atop me panting, I savored the feel of her slick skin on mine, the smell of her perspiration, the heat of her breath. For an overweight schlub like me, that was pretty damned amazing sex. Might not ever get anything like that again, I thought. As it turns out, I couldn't have been more wrong.

Marie ended up spending the night, and quite a few more over the remaining weeks of the term. We didn't always include foot massage in our foreplay, but when we did, Marie seemed to come pretty intensely and pretty quickly, too. She always treated me great, called me sweet names and rubbed my shoulders, but she never offered to massage my feet for some reason. I didn't really care, to be honest. The sex was great and I had nothing to complain about.

When the term came to its end we had to part. I needed to spend the summer at home working to save bucks for the next year and Marie had to do the same. Since our families lived pretty much on opposite ends of the state, it wasn't too likely we'd be able to see each other. We kept in touch emailing and sometimes talking by phone, but that became less common as the summer wore on and our conversations increasingly had awkward gaps where we just seemed to run out of things to say to each other.

When we finally saw each other back at school the following fall, we both knew the magic was gone. We dated a few more times, but we always ended our evenings with a relatively chaste kiss at Marie's door. It wasn't long before we officially broke up.

I looked back wistfully on the incredible nights we spent together for those few weeks in the spring, but I can't say I was heartbroken over our breakup. We had both moved on for whatever reason and we were still able to remain friends.

Feet First Ch. 02



About a month into the fall semester my roommates and I (by that time I was renting a house off campus with three other guys) threw a party one Friday night. We ordered a keg and invited every good-looking girl we knew between the four of us. Some of them actually showed up, too. Marie came and she brought her friend Holly. Holly was about as different from Marie as different can be. Whereas Marie was voluptuous, easy going, open, and funny, Holly was thin, uptight, serious, and, I thought, a little bit snobby. We had a class together my first semester and she would barely give me the time of day. So I was pretty surprised to see her there.

"Hey Marie, hey Holly," I greeted them as they came in. "Glad you could make it! Grab a beer and make yourselves at home. Mi casa es su casa."

"Hey big boy!" Marie replied playfully. "Glad to see you're finally getting a social life. Looks like a pretty good crowd."

"My fame is finally catching up with my achievements," I shot back. "Doesn't surprise me in the least."

We bantered on like this for a few minutes, Holly all the while looking on silently, her eyes darting back and forth following the exchange of verbal volleys. I was truly mystified why she was there. I didn't think she would have known anyone in that crowd apart from Marie and myself, and based on prior experience, she wasn't likely to have come on my account.

My silent speculations on Holly's presence were interrupted by one of my roommates who urgently needed me to fix some malfunction with the tap in our keg. I excused myself from Marie and Holly to attend to this emergency.

By the time I was able to get back to the party Marie and Holly had drifted off into the crowd. I briefly caught sight of Marie across our crowded living room, now filled with swaying bodies dancing to music with a heavy back beat. The party was really starting to warm up.

Like a good host, I made sure my guests' glasses remained full, that the chips and dip were replenished, and that music was always playing. Hours went by before the swell of partiers began to ebb and I could take a breath. I couldn't see any sign of Marie or Holly and thought they might have left already. I plunked myself down on the couch and extracted a bent but still usable joint from my jeans and lit up. There were just a few people left in the living room, although I could hear voices coming from other parts of the house and the back yard. Someone had turned the music down to a comfortable background volume and the lights were low. The evening was entering its mellow phase.

I leaned back on the couch, took a few puffs from the joint and closed my eyes. I wasn't tired really, but I welcomed a few minutes to chill out. Reflecting back on the evening I thought it had been a pretty successful party. Lots of people came through and quite a few cute girls to boot, though I didn't have much time to really get to know any of them. Hosting is demanding work! I also thought about Marie and the great times we had last spring. I missed having her around and really, really missed the great sex. Maybe I should have tried harder to keep things going with her, I thought. Besides being great in the sack, she really was fun to be around.

"Hey there," a husky voice next to me said, startling me out of my reverie.

I opened my eyes to see none other than Holly sitting next to me on the couch.

"Holly!" I exclaimed with too-obvious astonishment.

There was an awkward silence, then Holly said, "Aren't you going to offer a girl a joint?"

"Wha--oh sure! Here," I said, handing her the joint.

As she took a deep toke I tried to gather my wits. I quickly glanced around the room--no sign of Marie. I really didn't know what was going on here. To start with, I had no idea Holly smoked pot. She just didn't seem the type: too uptight, straight-laced. Yet, here she was, smoking away. Second, why was she even here, period? No Marie, just me, and she seemed. . . friendly. I didn't get it.

Holly handed me back the joint.

"Nice party. Good crowd and I liked your choice of music."

"Uh, thanks," I said between tokes. 

She seemed to be going out of her way to be nice to me. And I noticed that her speech was just a little bit slurred and that her head swayed back and forth a bit. She had definitely had more than one beer that night.

"Marie said I would have a good time. . . especially if I behaved myself."

"Behaved yourself?" I asked.

Instead of answering me she motioned for me to pass the joint.

"Getting' kinda down to the roach here," she observed after inspecting it for a moment. "Got a fresh one?"

"Uh, yeah, I've got more in my room. Here, let me get another."

I practically jumped off the couch and trotted to my room. I needed a little time to sort out what was going on here. I kept my eyes peeled for Marie on the way, but I still saw no sign of her. Once in my room I pulled open the dresser drawer where I kept my stash and grabbed a fresh joint. I turned to go but pulled up short when I saw Holly standing in the doorway. She had followed me to my room!

"Oh great! Cool!" she said, and headed over to my bed and sat down heavily on it.

This was getting stranger by the moment. But what could I do but go with the flow? I lit the joint and took a quick toke before handing it to Holly as I sat next to her on my bed. I was glad I taken the trouble to properly make it up before the party, although Holly was the last person I could have imagined I would be worrying about impressing with my housekeeping habits.

Holly took a few puffs from the joint before handing it back to me. She flopped back on the bed, arms outstretched.

"Man, great stuff. This really sends you places."

"Yeah," I replied. "This is pretty good weed. I'm glad you like it. I didn't realize you partook."

"Well, it's just my second time, to be honest. But I think I'm acquiring a taste for it."

"That can happen," I sagely observed.

I pulled off my sneakers and sat up on the end of the bed with my legs crossed facing Holly. I held out the joint for her.

She shook her head. "I'm good."

I looked for a place to put the joint and ended up leaning over her and stretching out to put it in the ashtray on my night-stand.

"While you're at it, why don't you turn that light out," Holly suggested. "Kind of hurts my eyes."

"Yeah, that happens," I commented. I switched off the lamp and leaned back to my cross-legged position. The only light coming into the room now streamed in from the hallway and it left Holly half illuminated. She lay there on her back with arms outstretched and legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Her eyes were closed and I thought she might be drifting off to sleep. For the first time I took a good look at her. Her shoulder-length brown hair was scrunched up under her neck. She had a narrow face, a narrow, elegant nose, and thin but moist lips. Her lashes were surprisingly lush. She was wearing nice shorts, some kind of designer brand, and a simple but nice white top. Looking closer I noticed the small mounds of her breasts and a little bump atop each one where the nipple poked up the fabric of her top. No bra! This also I would not have expected of her.

Holly opened her eyes and inched herself up on her elbows.

"What did you mean earlier when you said the stuff about behaving yourself?" I asked.

Holly lay back on the bed again, reached her arms toward the ceiling and stretched like a cat.

"Well, Marie said that if I was very, very nice to you that you might show me a particular talent that you possess."

She hugged herself and looked me in the eye

"I've been nice, haven't I?" she questioned pleadingly.

At that point I completely gave up trying to guess where this whole thing was going. Holly was either totally trashed or I had misjudged her completely. In either event I didn't see how showing her my "talent" could lead to any harm.

"You've been very nice to me," I reassured her, "and I would hate to see you disappointed. So why don't you arrange those pillows there so you can lean against them and take your shoes off."

Holly slipped off her sandals using her feet, moved up to the head of the bed and arranged herself there comfortably. I scooted up next to her legs, grabbed a foot and started massaging it. I started very gently in order to get the "feel" of her foot. She had quite lovely feet, I noted. Long, slender toes, a naturally high arch and smooth skin on the sole. Her toenails were painted a pale glittery pink. As I kneaded and probed I could sense Holly unwinding behind me. I was sitting directly next to her left foot with my back to her so that I could use my fingertips to knead the sole of her foot and vary the intensity of my touch by the pressure of my thumbs on top. I had learned about this technique when I did some more reading about foot massage over the summer, although sadly I never had the opportunity to try it out on Marie.

As I worked Holly's foot I could hear occasional light moans of satisfaction. She seemed to especially like it when I manipulated her toes, gently spreading them apart or bending one back and the one next to it down. At one point I could sense her squirming around behind me, and I assumed she was finding a more comfortable position for herself, but when I moved to work on her right foot and glanced back at her I was shocked to see that she had removed her top and was massaging her breasts and twisting her nipples with eyes shut. When she realized I had stopped she opened her eyes and saw me staring at her. I was too surprised to stop staring. We looked at each for what seemed like an eternity, but must have been just a few seconds, when Holly commanded, "Close the door!"

I could still hear a few voices coming from the living room. I leapt up and shut the door. When I turned back to the bed I saw Holly sidling out of her shorts and panties. I was yet again struck dumb with astonishment. Once she had discarded her clothes she patted the bed beside her, inviting me back. I didn't hesitate any longer. I took my place next to her again and began working on her right foot. I soon heard noticeably heavy breathing coming from behind me and I turned to see what was going on. In the pale illumination provide by the hall light coming from under the crack in the door I could see Holly massaging her breast with one hand while the other was firmly planted in her neatly trimmed bush urgently working away. I shifted my position a bit so I could watch Holly and still work on her foot. I had never seen a woman get herself off before (well, maybe I've seen some videos on the web, but seeing it in the flesh is just a whole different ballgame) and it was hot hot hot. I had an instant throbbing hard-on and could hardly concentrate on massaging her foot. In fact, at one point I got so distracted I just about stopped, which prompted Holly to open her eyes wide and glare at me in silent command to get back to my job. As soon as I did so she closed her eyes and resumed her self-ministrations.

It was just a few more minutes before Holly began moaning and groaning with increased intensity as she rubbed her pussy faster and faster. Then she bit her lower lip and threw her chin up as her whole body clenched and convulsed several times. Her hand movements slowed and then stopped as she released her rigid muscles and sighed deeply. I kept working on her foot even though my dick was about to explode. She lay inert for about a minute, then silently reached out and touched my shoulder with one hand. She sort of fondled my shoulder for a few seconds, then grabbed my sleeve and pulled me towards her. I stretched out on my back next to her. Holly turned on her side facing me, threw one arm over my chest and buried her face in my shoulder. She promptly fell asleep in that position.

I must have fallen asleep too, because some time later I felt Holly shaking my shoulder to wake me.

"Seth, Seth, you awake? Water? Could you get me some water, please? I'm so thirsty."

"Sure," I croaked. I needed some myself. I looked at the clock as I got up. 3:45.

The house was quiet as I padded to the kitchen. Lights were still on and I could see the party's detritus scattered about. I filled two large glasses of water and returned to my room. I walked to the side of the bed and set the water on the night-stand. Holly was huddled under the covers.

"Thanks," she said. "Could you grab me my purse? It's on the floor, I think."

I found her purse near the foot of the bed and handed it to her. Propped up on one elbow, she fished around inside and pulled out a small bottle. Uncapping it she tapped out a couple of pills.

"Advil. Want some?" she offered, palm upturned with 2 little dark pills on it.

"Good idea," I accepted. 

I downed the pills and drank most of the glass while Holly tapped out two more pills and did the same. Then she threw the covers over her and rolled over.

I stood there by the bedside for a few seconds wondering what to do.

"Um, am I supposed to stay?" I asked.

"It's your bed, silly," she replied.

I took that as a "yes", so I stripped down to my underwear and crawled under the covers from the other side. Holly immediately snuggled up next to me.

"Cold," she said.

Although it had started out as a warm fall day, it had indeed become rather chilly in the wee hours. I folded my arms around her and she snuggled closer. I could feel her shivering next to me for a few minutes, but eventually that stopped and I could feel her relax in my arms. With her head tucked under my chin I could smell the fruity scent of her hair. I couldn't resist running my hands along her back and shoulders. I couldn't detect an ounce of fat on her, but although she was thin, she wasn't bony, just taut. Having this beautiful, smooth body next to me started giving me another hard-on. What a wondrous thing, I thought, that a girl like Holly was in my bed! 

I continued to lightly rub Holly's back and soon I felt some response from her as she tried to snuggle even closer and began to run her hands over my chest and stomach. I pulled her closer and hesitantly leaned down to kiss her. Somewhat to my surprise she returned my kiss eagerly and started to earnestly run her hands up and down my body. I grabbed one of her petite tits and began to massage it and gently twist her nipple. She seemed to like that and responded by reaching down to my groin.

When she realized I was still wearing my underwear she said, "What on earth do you have those on for?"

I practically tore off my underwear and grabbed Holly again. We kissed and fondled for a while but Holly eventually ended up on top of me. She wiggled around on top of me, trapping my dick against her abdomen. She grabbed my shoulders to pull herself up towards my head a little and I could feel first the coarseness of her pubic hair and then the warm, slick wetness of her pussy against my dick. She gyrated her hips gently to rub her pussy on me. I had my arms wrapped around her and could feel the pace and intensity of her breathing pick up as her rib cage expanded and contracted with each breath. 

I thought for sure she was going to screw me but after a while she whispered in my ear, "Do my feet again, please?"

I hesitated. 

"Oh please, please," she pleaded. "I promise I'll be very very nice to you if you do. Please?"

"Well, with a promise like that, I couldn't possibly refuse," I assented.

She slid off of me, rolling onto her back. I arranged the blankets so that most of her was covered while one delicate thigh, calf, and foot protruded. As I worked on her foot, I became more and more intrigued by its shape and contours. I wanted to get to know that foot better and placed my cheek against her sole as I continued to massage it. I don't know what possessed me to do what I did next, because I had never really much considered feet to be particularly erotic, even when I was helping Marie get off. But something about Holly's feet suggested an aesthetic eroticism. So very slowly, I kissed, then licked, then completely enveloped her big toe with my mouth. Holly shuddered. Then I licked between her toes and took each toe in my mouth in turn. It was strangely sensual and I enjoyed it. After a few minutes Holly gently withdrew her foot and wiggled the other leg from under the covers. I switched sides and worked similarly on the proffered foot before she withdraw it also.

She then threw the covers aside and sat up, cupping my face in her hands. She gently pulled me forward and I thought she wanted me to kiss her, but as she lay back she guided my head to her crotch. Ah! I understood.

I positioned myself to best advantage and eagerly buried my face in her pussy. I noticed that her pubic hair was trimmed--not very close, but enough that it lacked the curly tangles that I had come to enjoy so much around Marie's pussy. That fit Holly's personality perfectly, I decided. Another difference from Marie was Holly's scent: Marie had a musky, penetrating aroma. It wasn't unpleasant. In fact, I quite liked it. It was very womanly. But Holly's aroma was very subtle, maybe even possessing a floral hint. I couldn't tell if that was all natural, or if she had somehow perfumed herself down there, but in any event, it was so Holly.

I licked and slurped until I could feel Holly's hips circulating in tandem with my tongue. I started to really concentrate on her clit, which brought an immediate response from Holly. In just a few more minutes her hips bucked as she grabbed my curly locks and pulled my face harder into her pussy. A few gasps and then she heaved a sigh and threw her arms back against the pillows.

"Was that OK?" I inanely asked as I positioned myself next to her.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, great," she responded absently.

I lay next to her, wondering what, if anything, would happen next. I was getting rather frustrated, with all this giving and no getting.

She lay quietly for a few minutes, then said again, "That was really great. And don't think I'm ungrateful." 

She nuzzled against me and began rubbing my chest, then worked down to my mostly soft dick and began to fondle it. I was quickly hard again and Holly slid down my stomach to take my cock in her mouth. I was so worked up from all the eroticism and novelty of the evening that I quickly built to an orgasm. Holly, sensing my imminent climax used her hand to bring me over the brink. I felt my warm cum spill onto my stomach. Holly reached back to the night-stand and grabbed a few tissues to mop me up. Silently she pulled the covers back over us, snuggled up against me and fell asleep. I quickly followed.

I awoke late the next morning. There was no sign of Holly. I had no idea when she left. As I lay there in bed, I wondered if I had dreamt it all. The last evening's events just all seemed so improbable. I had good reason to think that. In fact, Holly not only never again graced my bed, but I had barely any interaction with her at all after that night. Nonetheless, it was Holly who was responsible for turning the next page in my book of sexual experience.



Feet First Ch. 03



I didn't see Holly again that semester. Nor did I see much of Marie, who, it turns out, met a guy at the very party where I had my encounter with Holly. She had started seeing him seriously and I didn't get much face time with her for most of that school year.

So, despite an exciting beginning, the rest of my year was shaping up to be pretty mundane. But that all changed when, around the middle of the Spring term, I received an invitation (in the mail--people still use that?) to the Delta Delta Delta sorority spring social. The envelope was embossed with the three triangles representing the Greek letter Delta and contained a nicely printed invitation on heavy card stock indicating the time and place of the party. On the back side was a brief hand-written message: "Hope you can make it! --Holly."

If not for Holly's message I would have thought the invitation was a mistake or even a practical joke. But for all her aloofness, Holly didn't seem like the type who'd go out of her way to make fun of someone. She just wouldn't go out of her way, period. And her personalization proved the invitation wasn't a mistake. But I still didn't get it. I had rarely seen Holly since my party, and then mostly just in passing with a quick (and somewhat sheepish) "how ya doin'?" So why she would make a point of inviting me to a sorority party was a mystery to me.

On top of that, the tri-delts were a very exclusive sorority. Regular schmoes like me just didn't run with their crowd. Athletes, rich frat guys--that was the tri-delt clientele. It didn't surprise me that Holly would be a member of Delta Delta Delta. Hanging out with the most fashionable girls and being seen with rich pretty boys seemed right up her alley.

The more I thought about it, the odder it seemed. Inviting me was not only a strange thing for Holly to do, I figured it might actually damage her reputation among her sorority sisters. After all, prestige in a group like that was accrued as much through who you knew as by what you did. Admitting that she knew someone like me would be a check mark squarely in the minus column on Holly's social ledger.

I set the invitation aside for a few days and tried to forget about it, but it kept nagging at me. I wanted to figure out what was going on but I just couldn't make things add up. I finally broke down and called Marie to see if she knew anything. She swore up and down that she didn't. She assured me that Holly had mentioned nothing to her and that, in fact, she had hardly spoken to Holly that semester because Holly was hot and heavy with a new boyfriend and didn't have time for any of her other friends. There was a poorly disguised tinge of bitterness in Marie's voice as she relayed this to me. But she urged me to go nonetheless.

"You'll never know what you're missing in life if you won't try new things," she cheerfully reminded me.

Ultimately, I decided to go. My curiosity over Holly's motivation for issuing me the invitation won out over my trepidation over hanging out with a bunch of snobby people who probably had no interest in knowing me. And I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I was more than a little curious to find out what went on at a tri-delt social, around which vague but tantalizing rumors swirled.

On the night of the party I had a brief moment of anxiety as I wondered what the proper thing to wear would be. Having never attended a Greek event of any kind, I had no clue what protocol was. In the end I settled on my usual uniform: jeans, sneakers and a clean t-shirt. The 'clean' part was my one concession to formality. I also brought along a six of Bud. Never come to a party empty handed, my mother always taught me.

When I arrived at the tri-delt house it was already packed. I had to show my invitation and have my name checked off a list at the door. I was surprised they didn't use security scanners, too! I presented my six-pack to the two girls manning the security station.

"Can you tell me where I should put this?" I inquired, lifting the six-pack to their eye level.

They looked at each other like I had just handed them a dead lizard.

"Kitchen," one said, barely indicating with a tiny motion of her head in which direction that room might lie.

They turned their attention to a couple waiting behind me and I was dead to them forever more.

I made my way through the crowded living room back to where I thought the kitchen might be. Most of the guys were in jeans or casual slacks and polo shirts. At least it wasn't white tie, I mused to myself. The girls were dressed too variably to describe, but I did notice quite a number wearing what at first seemed like white t-shirts, but upon further inspection I saw were adorned on the front with three golden triangles and trimmed in red--the tri-delt logo. These were the hostesses.

I continued through the crowd and found the moderately populated kitchen. Off to one side were several kegs manned by a cute brunette in tri-delt garb. When she saw that I was carrying beer she called out to me.

"You can put that on the counter anywhere. Do you want a draw?"

"What is it?" I asked.

"Bud. The real Bud," she answered. "From Czechoslovakia."

Sure enough, I saw there on the keg a simple red logo that read: "Budweiser-Budvar".

"Yes ma'am. I'll have one," I said enthusiastically.

The brunette poured and handed me a cup and I ventured back into the crowded living room.

Despite my fears, I actually ran into a couple of guys I knew from my swimming class and we struck up a not-too-awkward conversation that centered on the upcoming March Madness basketball tournament. As one of them was waxing eloquent on the chances of our school's team I noticed someone waving at me across the room. It was Holly, wearing the tri-delt T, a short skirt, and black leggings.

I excused myself from the conversation and worked my way over to her. She was standing next to a tall, handsome, and thoroughly vapid looking guy dressed in a white Lacoste polo shirt, tan slacks, and penny loafers. Hey, stereotypes get started for a reason.

I thought she looked a little anxious as I approached.

"Seth, I'd like you to met Todd. Todd, Seth," she introduced us.

Turning to Todd she explained, "Seth's an old friend." She hesitated ever so slightly before the word "friend", as if she were unsure that was the right word, but Todd didn't seem to notice.

Todd extended his hand, gave me his "Nice to meet ya," and proceeded to quiz me on my major, study habits, origins and family life. I think he was about to delve into my dietary preferences when we were thankfully interrupted by another presence.

Standing next to Holly was a girl with stringy shoulder-length blond hair wearing the house shirt, a short pair of gold nylon athletic shorts, and cowboy boots. She was of moderate height and although she came across as fairly attractive at first glance, closer inspection revealed a somewhat flattened bridge of the nose and generally asymmetrical appearance to her face that marred the ultimate effect.

"Larissa, this is Seth," Holly said with audible apprehension in her voice, although vapid-boy again seemed oblivious.

"So this is Seth," Larissa said, lingering on the word "this" and nodding in my direction.

"So, Seth," she continued, "have you been enjoying our little get together?"

"Well I must certainly compliment you on your choice of beer," I responded raising my plastic cup, finding the only positive thing I could say.

"Well good," she said, looking at Holly.

The two exchanged some kind of knowing glance, then Larissa abruptly blurted out, "Have you seen the house? I bet not. Let me show you the house. Here, this way."

She grabbed my elbow and pulled me toward her. As we departed the little group Larissa leaned back toward Holly and I heard her whisper to her, "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

Larissa practically dragged me around the ground floor, barely pausing long enough to describe one room before shunting me off to the next.

"This is the dining room," she said, pointing to a room packed with people, "and this is the rec room," she indicated at another equally congested space. "You've got a beer in your hand so you've been in the kitchen. And you've obviously seen the main living room. Time to go upstairs."

She got ahold of my wrist and led me like a dog on a leash through the crowd to a staircase. At the top was a long hallway with numerous doors on either side.

"These are the bedrooms. Two girls to a room. Bathrooms in the middle left and at the end. My room's here," she said, heading quickly to a door part way down the hall. She stood at the door and looked back at me, waiting for me to heel. Like an obedient puppy I followed her into her room.

Against one wall I saw two twin beds separated by a night stand. A combination desk and bookcase unit stood against the wall on the outside of either bed. Dressers and a mirror occupied the fourth wall.

Larissa pulled out a chair from the desk, sat down and opened the lowest, large drawer on the desk unit.

"You still nursing that beer or would you like some real stuff?" she asked, pulling first one, then a second bottle from the drawer along with two glasses.

"Uh, what sort of real stuff?" I asked.

"I've got Chivas and tequila. The good stuff, with the worm in the bottom."

"Worm?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, the agave worm. Here, try some."

Larissa poured a few fingers of the drink into a glass, minus the worm, thankfully, and handed it to me. I set down my nearly empty plastic beer cup, accepted the glass and sat on the edge of the bed. I was pretty sure that Budweiser didn't manufacture any beverages with worms in them, so I was quite suspicious as I sniffed the amber liquid and hesitantly put the glass to my lips. To my surprise the tequila was quite smooth and immediately imparted a warm glow to my innards as I swallowed.

"Hey, this is really good!" I exclaimed genuinely.

"Damn right!" Larissa said, and punctuated her statement by throwing back the contents of her glass and slamming it down. She immediately started fishing around in the drawer again, this time producing a plastic bag, lighter, and a small bong. She deftly packed the bowl with a pinch from the plastic bag and handed me the bong and lighter, then poured herself another few fingers of tequila.

I lit up, took a deep draw from the bong and had a coughing fit.

"Man, this is wicked shit!" I exclaimed handing her back the bong once I had regained my composure. I downed the rest of my tequila to dull the burning in my throat.

"Nah, you get used to it," Larissa casually remarked. "'Sides, it's worth it," she asserted as she filled and lit a bowl for herself, without noticeable ill effect.

Passing me the bong once again she asked, "So Seth, what are you into?"

"Into? Well, I'm a business major, with a focus on entre-"

"No, no, not school shit," she interrupted. "I mean, what do you like, what are you into?"

"Oh, well, I dunno. Sports, I guess. Hangin' out with friends. You know, just having fun, I guess." I took a more cautious hit on the bong with better results.

Larissa looked at me for a few seconds, took a sip from her glass and said, "Hmm, that's funny. 'Cause I hear you're into feet."

I broke into another coughing fit. Larissa refilled my glass with tequila and handed it to me, regarding me with raised eyebrows.

"Where'd you hear that?" I asked when I recovered.

"Oh, I think you know damn good and well where I heard that," she responded. "You know, it's amazing the things some people will tell you once they get a little too much worm in them.

"But you know, I'm not one to point fingers or anything. I'm just curious. I've never thought much about feet before. Maybe they've got some..., possibilities. What do you think?"

"Possibilities?"

"Yeah, do you think feet offer possibilities for, you know, experiencing something new, something unusual?"

It finally began to dawn on me what was going here. Holly, in a drunken moment, had confessed her little peccadillo with me at my party the previous semester. Larissa, who clearly didn't suffer from shyness or self doubt, had convinced Holly to invite me to the social so that Larissa could satisfy her own curiosity about this potential turn-on. Now that I knew the game, I could play along.

"Oh, feet offer all kinds of possibilities," I assured her. "Wondrous things they are, feet. All full of wonderful nerve endings that get thoughtlessly crammed into tight shoes and stiff boots." At this I gestured my glass towards Larissa's feet, which were crammed, no doubt, into those ridiculous shit kickers she was wearing.

"It's a crying shame, the way they're abused," I concluded with ardor. "So much potential, wasted."

"Well, that's clearly a state of affairs that can't be tolerated," she said, rising from her chair. She stomped over to the door, removed a "Do not disturb" hanger from the inside knob, placed it on the outside knob, and closed and locked the door. She flipped the light switch by the door, returned to the bed and sat down next to me.

"Care to show me your cure for my much abused feet, doctor?" she asked while pulling off her boots.

"OK, but the patient has to follow doctor's orders very carefully," I cautioned.

She nodded in assent.

"Alright, lean back against those pillows and stretch out your legs."

Larissa did as I directed and I positioned myself by her feet and started massaging.

Larissa's feet were not as nice as Holly's. In the dim light provided by a night light and the ambient light of the street coming through the window I could see that Larissa's toes were kind of cramped up, truly like they were constantly crammed into a space too small for them. I could feel that she had calluses on her heel and on the side bones on the front of her feet too. But I worked and massaged to loosen up her tight muscles and tendons, stretched her toes, kneaded deep into the soles of her feet. I could sense Larissa loosening up behind me.

After I had done both feet she leaned forward and hugged me.

"Mmm. That was very nice doctor. What's next?"

"Next? Hmm. Well, that depends on the patient's needs," I answered.

"Well, let me tell you, this patient has great needs."

With that she started tugging at my shirt, which I helped her pull off, then I pulled off her tri-delt T, as well. She undid her bra strap and tossed her bra aside. Larissa didn't have large breasts and they were on the saggy side. But they turned up a little at the tip and she had very prominent nipples. I was immediately turned on at the sight of them. I leaned over and licked and suckled at one breast and nipple.

"Mmm," she moaned, stroking the back of my neck.

"Here, let's remove those annoying jeans," she said, suddenly standing and pulling me up.

She undid my buttons and pulled down my jeans and drawers. As I stepped out of them she enveloped my dick with her mouth and sucked me for a few seconds before releasing me with a loud pop.

"Mmm. That guy's got work to do," she commented.

Larissa stood up and I took my turn pulling down her shorts and panties. Her pussy was lightly fuzzed with sparse blond hair and I could easily see her large wavy labia protruding. I licked her and tasted her delicate juices. I had expected her to taste stronger, but in this one way her body didn't correspond to her personality.

After a few seconds she pulled me up and pushed me back onto the bed. She turned to the desk and opened a drawer, withdrawing something that made a crinkly sound. As she clambered over me onto the bed I heard the sound of a condom packet being torn open. Larissa pushed me onto my back and sucked my dick briefly before rolling the condom onto it.

Once my dick was in its proper garb she wasted no time in straddling me, back towards me, and lowering herself onto my pole. As she wiggled down onto my cock, I admired her tight and very shapely ass. I kneaded her buns as she bounced up and down on me.

After a few minutes she looked back over her shoulder and said, "Can you do my feet while we're doing this?"

She was on her knees facing my feet and the soles of her feet were within easy reach.

"Sure," I said, and started rubbing the soles of her feet with my thumbs.

"Yeah, that's nice," she cooed, leaning forward on her hands and gyrating her hips. I could feel her pussy periodically clench around my dick.

Although her feet were within easy reach, I didn't have very good leverage and my thumbs soon began to tire. So instead of just pressing against the soles of her feet with my thumbs, I grasped her whole foot, bracing against the top of her foot with my fingertips to give me better leverage for my thumbs on her soles. This seemed to work better as I wasn't getting as tired and I began focusing on enjoying the ride. But then I heard Larissa gasp and suddenly stop her gyrations.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"Don't move!" she instructed.

"What? Don't move what?"

"Your hand. Don't move your hand."

I froze in position as Larissa reached back with one hand and placed it over my right hand as it grasped her foot.

She felt around on my hand, then said, "Press together your thumb and middle finger, right where they are."

"OK," I said, a bit bewildered, but I followed her instructions.

"Keep pressing," she instructed as she gently grabbed my middle finger and slightly adjusted its position on the top of her foot.

"There! Don't move, just keep pressing like that."

She leaned forward again and began to slowly gyrate her hips again.

"Press harder!"

She picked up the pace.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," she whispered. "Yeah, oh. Uhn."

I heard a sharp intake of breath several times in a row and a gasp. She continued to slowly rotate her hips.

"Ooooooh," she gasped. "Just. Keep. Pressing." She was barely able to articulate her words.

After that she made sounds that were guttural combinations of gasps, moans, and unidentifiable monosyllabic words. She kept gyrating her hips at slow steady pace. Her anal sphincter spasmodically contracted.

Then I heard a low-pitched moan escape from her. Had I heard that sound at night alone in the woods I would have shit my pants. It was purely animalistic. The pace of her gyrations began to increase as her moaning rose in pitch. Finally her body shuddered several times and she collapsed forward onto my legs, my dick flopping out of her sopping wet pussy.

"Holy fuck!" she panted. "Holy, holy fuck."

"You ok?"

"Yeah!" she replied after a while, as her breathing began to slow to normal levels.

"Uh, what just happened? I'm not sure what just happened."

Larissa slowly raised herself on her hands, fell back against me, and rolled off to my side.

"You, my young foot soldier, just gave me like a 5-minute orgasm. Was it 5 minutes? How long did that last?"

"Uh, not sure, really."

"Well, it doesn't matter. It was fucking forever. A fucking eternity."

"Uh, I did that?"

"Yes, you did. You and your fucking wonderful footsie play. Fucking wonderful...."

Larissa's voice began to trail off and soon she was asleep, nestled against my side.

That night with Larissa marked the crucial turning point in my life for the next several years. With Larissa I had discovered what I came to refer to simply as "the spot". It wasn't always in exactly the same place from girl to girl and for some girls I was never able to find it. For some it worked some times but not others. But those that experienced it always described the experience in ecstatic terms. Some said it was like being in free fall. Others said it felt like pulling a warm rope from their pussy endlessly. Larissa later described it as an endless slow somersault, like a tumbleweed blowing in the wind. But every one said that the only way they could experience it was having sex while someone pressed their "spot". And I was the only one who seemed to know how to find it.




Feet First Ch. 03



Lucky me.



Feet First Ch. 04



I saw a lot of Larissa over the next couple weeks. She'd have me over to the house, or just show up at mine. When she wanted it, she wanted it bad and she didn't waste any time getting it. We tried different positions, but none worked as well as when she sat on me facing away. "Reverse cowboy" she called it. She'd just tear off her clothes, push me on the bed, give me a few perfunctory kisses, then get to it.

There was absolutely nothing else to our relationship. It got stale for me quick. In fact, I quickly realized that Larissa was in fact a self-centered bitch. One time she came over to my house when I was studying for a big test. I really wanted to do well so I wasn't interested in any sexy-time play fun with Larissa. But she wouldn't quit. Finally I fucked her just to shut her up. Once she had her five-minute O she just zipped up and was outa there. I'd had it. I decided that the next time I saw her I was going to break it off. But an unexpected series of events led to a rather different conclusion.

The night after my last fling with Larissa I was at the Student Union with a couple of friends. They had gone to grab some pizza and I was guarding our table when I saw Larissa walk past hanging on the arm of some tall, preppy looking guy.

"Hey, Larissa!" I called out to her.

She glanced over at me with an expression most people reserved for moldy mayonnaise. She didn't say a word and just walked off like I didn't exist. I shot to my feet fuming, accidentally shoving my chair to the ground in the process. I was so mad I was just about to make my way through the crowd and give her a piece of my mind.

But then I heard a voice behind me say, "She's like that, you know. I wouldn't get too worked up about it."

I spun around to see one of Larissa's sorority sisters, Kim, sitting at the table behind me. I had seen Kim a few times at the house and we were actually in a class together, but it was one of those huge lecture classes with assigned seating, so we never talked.

Kim continued. "Some of the girls and I had thought about warning you, but none of us thought it would last long enough for it to really matter. The smart money didn't have you lasting past the first night and no one longer than a week."

"You bet on how long I'd stay with her?" I asked incredulously.

"Oh, no money changed hands. Just an honor bet. It's a favorite pastime for several of us when it comes to Larissa."

I righted my chair and turned it to face Kim. Kim was petite, had dark hair in a pixie hairstyle, and was just cute as a bug. She had a tight little body, but her best feature was her big brown eyes, which had this burning intensity to them.

"So I gather that Larissa isn't the most popular girl in your sorority?" I inquired.

Kim regarded me for a second. "My answer to that question depends on if you're still seeing her. If so, then I'd say we all manage to get along well enough."

"Phht!" I responded. "She can rot in hell for all I care. She's a grade-A bitch. I was planning to break it off with her even before tonight's little incident. But that just sealed the deal with duct tape."

"In that case, you might be interested to know that most of us call her BQFH behind her back."

"BQFH?"

"Bitch Queen From Hell."

I burst out laughing and after a few seconds Kim joined in.

"It does fit her quite nicely," I admitted once I had settled down.

"Actually, I'd say what most of us feel around her is fear."

"Fear? Why?"

"Well, Larissa has demonstrated an amazing ability to dig up dirt or extract confessions of past sins from quite a few of her sisters. She wields the threat of revealing those secrets to keep her power. No one dares cross her because of it. Even if she doesn't have anything on someone she's developed this kind of mystique of invulnerability. Everyone just lets her have her way."

"Is that what happened to Holly?" I asked with trepidation.

"That's exactly what happened with Holly," Kim answered. "Holly's got some dark secret that Larissa weaseled out of her. Now she lives in perpetual fear of Larissa squealing on her to her boyfriend."

I looked down at my feet, recalling my night with Holly last semester.

"Say, Holly's the one who got you invited to that party in the first place, isn't she?"

I nodded.

"So, are you Holly's deep, dark secret?"

I felt my face flush and nodded again.

Kim regarded me for a moment. "Well, no big deal. It's none of my business to begin with."

Just then a couple walked up to Kim's table and greeted her. Kim rose to leave with them.

"You're better off without her," she said, then turned to her friends and left.

I replaced my chair at the table and saw my friends coming holding trays laden with pizza and sodas. As they were setting the trays down I felt a tap at my shoulder and turned to see Kim standing there.

"Would you do me a favor, Seth? Don't do anything about BQFH just yet. I have an idea, but I need to think about it. Can we talk tomorrow?"

"Sure, I guess," I answered.

"OK, then, it's a deal, Seth. Don't do anything till we talk." Kim held out her right hand.

"OK, deal," I said, shaking it.

With that she turned and ran off to her friends.

I got an email from Kim the next day. It read: "Seth, A plan is forming in my mind, but I need your help. Can we meet at the Union at 5? -Kim"

I zipped off a reply and found Kim waiting for me when I got to the Union later that day.

"Seth, thanks for meeting me. Look, we've got to find some way to break the witch's spell. There's just got to be some kind of leverage we can get over her. But I just don't know what it is. I stay as far away from her as I can get for my own safety. But since you've already wandered into her lair, maybe you know something that the rest of us don't. Any ideas?" she concluded, looking up at me hopefully.

"Well, what sort of thing do you need?" I asked. "You all probably already know she drinks, smokes weed, and likes to fuck like a rabbit." I covered my mouth in dismay after that last statement. I didn't know Kim that well and I didn't mean to offend her. 

Kim just rolled her big brown eyes and laughed. "Yes, Seth we all know she likes to fuck like a rabbit. But that's not enough. We need something that will really embarrass her, humiliate her in front of everyone. Something that will bring her down in everyone's eyes."

I thought about it for a while.

"BQFH thrives on power, right?" I just couldn't help calling her by her new name. It just fit too well. "And power maintains itself by staying in control, right? If you lose control, if you are seen to lose control, then people know you're not really strong. You lose face."

"Yes, that's right" Kim said looking at me intently. "But how do we make her lose control?"

I smiled.

"Here's what we're going to do... ."

A couple of days later it was the weekend. I had deliberately avoided calling Larissa, but I knew she would want it before long. She tried to hook up Friday night, but I begged off and set up something for Saturday afternoon. We arranged to meet at the sorority house. I emailed Kim and had her arrange to have Larissa's roommate out of the way. Not that it would have mattered. Larissa would have just kicked her out of the room anyway.

I went up to Larissa's room and found her sitting at her desk with two glasses before her, one filled with her high-end tequila, the other mostly empty.

"You're late," she said, holding out the full glass to me.

I accepted the glass wordlessly and took a sip. Larissa stood and began removing her clothes. When she was naked she took the half-empty glass from my hands and started to unbutton my jeans. I pulled off my shirt and finished stripping. Larissa got into bed and sipped her tequila. I folded my jeans over the back of her chair. As I did so I removed my cellphone, put it on the desk, and unobtrusively activated the voice recorder app.

I hopped into bed next to her. She immediately reached down and started fondling me. I squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples to get her going. Once I started to firm up she leaned down and sucked me to get me real hard, then reached over to grab a condom packet she had ready. Larissa always supplied the condom. I think that was another way she liked to stay in control.

Once she had the condom on she mounted me as usual, straddling me on her knees facing my feet. She started rocking up and down. Our routine had become that I would start massaging her feet at this point. When she got a little more worked up I would seriously try to find "the spot" on one of her feet.

But this time I made no move for her feet. I kneaded her butt cheeks a little, but that was it. It wasn't long before she looked at me over her shoulder and said, "OK big boy, time for the feet."

I did nothing for a few seconds. "Um, I don't think so," I finally said.

"Huh?" she said, quickly twisting around to look at me again.

"I said, 'I don't think so'. I think this time I'll just get off and let you take care of yourself."

"Think again, big boy. This is our thing. Now, hands on the feet," she imperiously commanded.

She turned to face toward my feet again, obviously fully expecting me to comply. I didn't.

"What's your fucking problem?" she said turning to me again after a few seconds.

"You know, you weren't very nice to me the other day."

She just looked at me blankly.

"You know, at the Union. You just ignored me."

"Oh, that," she blithely replied, waving a hand in the air. "That was nothing. Don't worry about it. You're still my big boy." She slapped me playfully on my thigh, then turned forward once again and started gyrating her hips. "Now, time's a wastin'."

"No, I think you owe me an apology," I said after a few more seconds.

Larissa gradually slowed her movements, then very deliberately turned to face me again. Her eyes narrowed and she regarded me with a raised eyebrow, calculating her next move.

"OK, I guess that was a little--inconsiderate. Sorry about that," she grudgingly acknowledged.

She must have thought that sufficient since she once again leaned forward on her hands and began gyrating her hips. 

I began lightly massaging her feet and soon Larissa was really going at it. This was the point where I usually found her "spot" and she went into several minutes of sounding like a hyena in heat. Instead I removed my hands from her feet and put them behind my head.

"You know," I said, "I don't think that apology quite cut the mustard. I'd like to hear something better."

Larissa was leaning forward braced on her hands and panting loudly. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Fuck! What's gotten into you today?"

"Well, if you don't feel like talking about it, I understand," I replied calmly. "We can talk about it later."

I raised myself up on my elbows like I was about to get up.

"No, no!" Larissa exclaimed.

I remained propped up on my elbows.

After a pause, "Alright, I get how you feel. I ignored you the other day and it was a crappy thing to do. I'm sorry."

"How do you think that made me feel?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"How do you think that made me feel?" I repeated. I think that Larissa really had difficulty with that concept. She had zero empathy.

"Well..., I dunno. I guess it must have made you feel bad."

Vague, but I figured it was the best I was going to get out of her.

"And what does that make you?"

"Huh?"

"What does that make you when you make someone else feel bad?"

"I don't get it."

I rolled my eyes in exasperation, but persisted.

"It makes you a bad girl when you make someone else feel bad."

"Oh."

"So I want you to say, 'I'm a bad girl and I'm sorry I made you feel bad."

"Fuck you."

"No, I'm going to fuck *you*. I'm going to fuck you till you cum like a nun, but only if you say it."

I began to thrust into her again as I grabbed her foot with my right hand, quickly found her spot and pressed hard. I thrust firmly into her several times until I heard her start to pant. I knew she was already close to cumming, just from those few thrusts. That was the power of the spot. But I abruptly stopped thrusting and released the pressure on her foot.

"Do you want that?" I asked.

"Yes, I want that, god dammit!" she hissed.

"Then repeat after me: 'I'm a bad girl and I'm sorry I made you feel bad.'"

I began slowly thrusting into her again and applied just a hint of pressure to her spot.

"Say it!"

"I'm a bad girl...," She hesitated.

"Say it all." I released the pressure on her foot and slowed my strokes.

"I'm a bad girl..."

I re-applied pressure to her foot again and increased the speed of my strokes.

"Yes?"

"I'm a bad girl..., and I'm sorry I made you feel bad."

The last part came out as a whisper.

"I didn't hear you."

I kept stroking into her but released the pressure on her foot.

"I'm sorry I made you feel bad," she said louder.

"Good!"

I increased the pressure on her foot and with my left hand began fingering her anus. I don't know why I did this, it wasn't really a conscious decision. I had never done it before. Maybe I thought it would humiliate her more. But it clearly had the effect of arousing her to an even higher state. She was grinding her hips into me now, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. I could tell she was getting close so I slowed down and released some pressure on her foot.

"Do you want me to make you come?"

"Yes, dammit, just do it!"

"No, you've been a bad girl. You admitted it yourself. You have to beg for it."

"You made me say it, asshole!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I replied, completely releasing the pressure on her foot. "Did I threaten you? Did I point a gun to your head? I don't believe I did. I simply asked for a well deserved apology and you gave it. Now, if you want me to leave I'll do so, no harm done. Do you want me to leave?"

I held perfectly still for a few breaths.

"No," she almost choked out. "No, I want..., I want you to make me cum. Please."

"Ah, now that's more like it," I said as I pressed into her foot and began stroking into her again. "How badly do you want me to make you cum?"

"I want it. I want it soo bad. I was a bad girl and I'm sorry I was bad and I want you to make me cum. Just make me cum, please."

There was no hesitation in her voice now. She had surrendered. I fingered her anus with the thumb of one hand while I pressed hard into the spot on her foot with the other. I increased the power of my strokes.

"Are you sure? Are you sure you deserve it?"

"No, I don't deserve it, but please, please make me cum anyway. Please, oh please!"

I continued thrusting and pressing and I knew that she was on the edge and then she passed over and I could feel her anus contracting under my thumb's pressure and feel her pussy spasm while she gasped and grunted and muttered "oh please" repeatedly between breaths.

I was more aroused than I had ever been with Larissa before and felt a powerful orgasm building. Larissa was still spasming, as she could probably do for another several minutes with me pressing her spot, when I came grunting and bucking. My dick gradually softened and I had to slow down, even though I'm sure Larissa could have kept going. But soon my soft dick slid out of her and she collapsed forward onto my legs.

We lay that way for several minutes, letting our blood pressure return to normal. I happened to glance over at the desk and saw my cellphone sitting there, bringing to mind the task at hand.

"Hey, Larissa, I've got to pee really bad."

She silently rolled off my legs, but remained on her back at the foot of the bed, arms outstretched, staring at the ceiling.

I hurriedly pulled on my boxers and pants, thrust my cellphone into my pocket, grabbed my shoes, socks, and shirt, and fled out the door.

Once in the bathroom I stopped the voice recorder app, selected the sound file I had just produced and attached it to an email message addressed to Kim.

With my finger poised over the send button, I hesitated. I was suddenly unsure this was the right thing to do. The plan had seemed so unambiguous earlier. Larissa was a bitch and she made life miserable for everyone around her. This was a way to restore the balance of power, to put her in her place.

On the other hand, was it really my responsibility to make that happen? I didn't owe anything to Kim or Holly or any of the other girls in the house. They were the ones who let Larissa lord it over them. Wasn't it their own lack of backbone that had let the situation deteriorate as it had?

And what about Larissa? I had proved my power over her. Was that humiliation enough? Maybe it would change her, allow her to acknowledge other people's feelings, awaken her to how horribly manipulative she'd been.

Or not. Maybe she'd remain exactly the same. And if so, would humiliating her publicly in front of her sorority sisters really change her, make her a better person? Probably not, I thought. It might break her hold over the others, but it probably wouldn't fundamentally change her any more than the stark fact of my subjugation of her had already done. In fact, it might completely negate whatever change might have already, or at least someday might, take place in her.

And she would undoubtedly hate me for it. With good reason, I realized. For as self-centered and manipulative as Larissa could be, what harm she had inflicted upon me was trivial compared to the betrayal of trust I was preparing to unleash upon her. I had willingly and knowingly embarked on this escapade with Larissa. If I had wanted to stop, I was free to do so. No harm would come to me. Larissa may or may not care if I stopped seeing her, but I doubted she would long harbor rancor towards me in any event. I probably didn't mean that much to her. Probably no one did, but again, that wasn't my problem.

But if I did go through with the plan, Larissa would know that I had deliberately set out to do her harm. And she would always remember me for that hurt. Not for the five-minute orgasms I repeatedly gave her, but for the searing humiliation I had coldly planned and executed in retaliation for being snubbed in front of no one I even knew, let alone cared about. And if I did that, what did that make me? A lot worse than just a bad boy.

I glared at the phone in my hand, as if it was at fault for the mess I was in. With a shaky finger I pressed the cancel button on the email message, then opened the voice recorder app and trashed the most recent sound file.

I took that pee I had falsely claimed I needed earlier, splashed some water on my face and finished dressing.

On the way down the hallway I opened Larissa's door a crack and poked my head in. She was sitting on the bed, naked, with arms wrapped around her knees, which were pulled up to her chest. Her forehead rested on her kneecaps. Seeing her in that resigned pose--so unlike her usual proud, assertive self--elicited in me a combination of adulation, pity, and remorse. Under the circumstances that mixture of emotions made a foul cocktail that left a sour taste in my mouth.

"Hey," I said quietly.

She looked up slowly, regarding me with soft, sad eyes.

I had to clear my throat.

"Hey, uh, I'm sorry but I've got to take off now. I'll catch you around, OK?"

She nodded slowly but didn't say anything.

I backed out and closed the door gently. That was the last time I ever saw her.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. A half dozen girls, including Kim but not Holly, were gathered there. They looked at me expectantly as I entered. Kim was standing by an open laptop sitting on the counter next to her. There was a moment of electric silence. You could have heard a flea fart.

Kim looked at me intensely. Still no one said anything. Finally I cleared my throat.




Feet First Ch. 04



"I'm sorry," I said, looking down at my shoes. "It didn't work. I couldn't make her..., I couldn't get her to..., you know.... Besides, the fucking app crashed after a few minutes anyway. The only thing I got was a bunch of panting."

One of the girls I didn't know slammed her palm on the counter.

"Shit!" she exclaimed violently.

Kim looked at me a while longer before breaking her gaze and slowly closing the laptop.

"Look," I said, addressing them all, but particularly looking at Kim. "I know you're all disappointed, but maybe it's for the best. You know, maybe it's time you all took matters into your own hands. She can only manipulate you if you let her. Besides, you'll feel better about it if you figure it out for yourselves."

There was an awkward silence, then Kim spoke up.

"Well, thanks for trying, Seth. I know it couldn't have been easy."

"Yeah, well, sorry again," I lamely responded, then turned and left the tri-delt house for good.



Feet First Ch. 05



A couple of weeks after taking my leave of Larissa, Kim caught up with me after class. I hadn't spoken to her, or rather, she hadn't spoken to me, since I last saw her in the tri-delt house kitchen.

"Hi Seth, how are you?" she inquired rather formally.

"Uh, OK I guess. You?"

"Well, pretty OK, actually. I'd like to talk to you about that, in fact. And I'd like to thank you for trying to help us with BQFH. Can I offer to buy you dinner? At the union, tonight?"

I was taken aback by this unexpected offer. Except for our plotting against Larissa, we had never really conversed much. And truth be told, I was just a little suspicious when Kim was suddenly being so friendly and forthcoming. Not that I disliked her. In our few meetings leading up to the final fiasco with Larissa I had actually become quite taken with Kim. She had a smoldering intensity about her. She seemed to take everything very seriously. Not "seriously" like she'd get bent out of shape if everything wasn't exactly the way she thought it should be, but "seriously" like she carefully thought through everything that was important to her and then decided to hold those beliefs very strongly. It really came out in her eyes. Sometimes when she looked at me I felt like she was burning a hole through my chest. It could be a little bit intimidating, but very attractive in its own way, too. So it didn't take me too long to get over my suspicion and accept her offer.

Later that evening we were sitting at the same table on the Student Union patio where we had our first discussion about Larissa.

"Something's changed," Kim told me. "It's not super dramatic, but everyone's noticed it. She's not as pushy as she used to be and several times recently when one of the sisters has stood up to her about something, she's backed down. The atmosphere is definitely different."

"Well, that's good, then. Maybe all she needed was for someone to start challenging her."

"You haven't seen her since that afternoon, have you?" Kim asked, but it was almost a statement.

"No, not since."

Kim's eyes burned into me uncomfortably.

"Something happened between you two that afternoon, didn't it? Something you didn't want to talk about afterwards in the kitchen."

I suddenly felt hot around the collar. Kim's eyes continued probing into my being.

Well, I, uh...," I stammered, then took a bite of my pizza to stall.

"I know you couldn't say in front of all those girls, people you didn't know," Kim coaxed. "But you can tell me, right? I just want to understand what happened."

"Well, yeah, I guess you could say something happened," I relented. "Actually, it all went exactly according to plan. I just couldn't go through with it all in the end. It seemed too unfair."

Kim looked thoughtful as she chewed on her pizza and my last statement.

"I can understand that," she said finally. "It was a lot to ask of you. But you obviously accomplished something, because BQFH is different now. You said you had a way of humiliating her, but you wouldn't tell me how. Can you let me in on your secret? Maybe the sisters could use it on her again in the future if things get out of hand."

I couldn't help laughing out loud at that. Kim looked offended.

"I'm sorry. But if you only knew, you'd realize just how--unfeasible--that would be."

"Oh? Care to be more specific?" she pressed.

"Let's just say that it involves both specialized anatomy, and expert knowledge of anatomy."

"What, are you hung like a race horse or something?" she retorted.

I practically spewed my pizza at Kim's unexpected vulgarity.

When I had recovered I said, "No, I may be respectable, but I'm not going to the Kentucky Derby."

It was Kim's turn to almost choke on her food. Then she really tried to turn on the charm, which, with Kim, could be considerable.

"Aw, come on! You gotta help a girl out here! I'm dying of curiosity," she said, widening her already impossibly wide eyes and flashing me a heart-melting smile.

"I don't mean to cast aspersions on your..., admirable physique, but BQFH has had her share of hot guys in her room, and none of them has seemed to be able to acquire the power over her that you did."

I tilted my head in acknowledgement.

"Well, none of them knew about 'the spot'."

"The spot?"

"Yes, the spot." I remained stubbornly vague.

"Out with it man, what the hell is 'the spot'? Do you mean the G-spot?"

"No, this is better than the G-spot."

"Better than the G-spot. Do you even know what the G-spot is?"

"Of course!" I replied indignantly. "I know exactly what the G-spot is. And my spot is better."

Kim regarded me skeptically for a few seconds.

"Liar! You're making this up," she asserted, only half playfully.

"Proof's in the pudding," I claimed confidently. "I brought BQ--Larissa--to her knees with it."

"Sorry," she said after thinking this over for a few more seconds. "You'll have to prove it."

"I'm game if you are. But there's only one way to know for sure, and that's direct experience," I warned.

"Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

"Hey, listen. I'm not the one who invited you to dinner. You're challenging my abilities. I'm offering you a way to find out. You don't want to take me up on it, then no harm, no foul. But you won't learn another iota about it from me here, either."

Kim didn't hesitate. "You're on! Where do we do this?"

"We need privacy, and you'll forgive me if I don't particularly care to revisit the tri-delt house. So I guess that leaves my place."

An hour later we were sitting on my bed sipping Michelobs.

"So how do we do this?" Kim asked.

"Well, you need to get comfortable and I need good access to your feet. I'll work on them for a little bit to get you relaxed and then look for your spot. Why don't you prop up those pillows and just lean back."

Kim did as I instructed and I set down my beer to start working on her feet. Truth be told, I was starting to feel a little anxious. I was no longer so confident that I would be able to find Kim's spot, nor that she even had one to be found. As of that moment, I had a success rate of one out of three. I'd never found it on Marie or Holly, although I didn't even know it existed when I was with them. Maybe Larissa was unique and I'd never come across it again. Then Kim would think I was a braggart or just a plain liar. I didn't want her to think of me that way, even though I hardly knew her.

All these thoughts passed through my mind as I worked on one foot, then the other. A glance over my shoulder revealed a very relaxed looking Kim, head leaned back against the wall, eyes closed.

I started probing in earnest for the spot on one of Kim's feet.

"I don't know exactly what to tell you to expect," I told her in low, soothing tones. "Larissa once told me that when I found her spot that it was like a wire was connected from her foot to her..., to her pussy and that the wire tingled for a few seconds then just opened a floodgate of sensation that wouldn't stop."

"OK," Kim said uncertainly, eyes open now. "I'll let you know."

I placed my thumb on her sole just below the ball of her foot in the middle, then probed between the tendons on the top of her foot with my index and middle fingers.

"Anything?" I asked after a while?

"Nope," Kim replied.

"OK, let me try the other foot."

I repeated the procedure on her other foot.

After exploring different pressure points Kim exclaimed suddenly, "Wait, that spot is..., interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Yeah, interesting. I wouldn't say it's exactly erotic, but it sort of makes me breathe funny."

"Breathe funny?"

"Yeah, it's like I can't take a deep breath. And my stomach feels weird."

I pondered this for a moment.

"Um, well, maybe you need some, um, stimulation. Larissa and I were always..., engaged, you might say, when I found her spot. Never tried to find it 'cold', like we are now."

Kim didn't hesitate. With one hand she lifted the waistband of her shorts while popping two fingers of her other hand into her mouth and then down between her legs.

She wiggled a little bit then settled into a steady rhythm working herself. I could see the mound formed by her knuckles undulating beneath the fabric of her shorts. I felt a surge of blood to my dick, then refocused on her foot.

I scrutinized her face as I subtly shifted the top and bottom pressure points on her foot. After shifting my thumb slightly lower on her sole I heard Kim gasp and saw her eyes suddenly widen.

"Oh, oh," she grunted and then convulsed violently, pulling her knees toward her chest and ripping her foot out of my hand in the process.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed after a few more convulsions.

She extended her legs.

"Find that again!"

I obligingly grabbed her foot and found the pressure points again.

Kim rewetted her fingers and reached down between her legs again. A few seconds later she was moaning and jerking, but I managed to hang on to her foot by grabbing her ankle with my other hand.

After about 20 seconds she removed her hand and gradually calmed down.

"Shit!" she exclaimed again. "How could I have doubted you? That was amazing! I never cum that fast."

She looked at me with those intense brown eyes of her. I was amazed. Not so much that I had succeeded in finding her spot, but at how completely open and unembarrassed Kim was in exploring something so intimate with someone she hardly knew. Once she had made her decision to try this, she went in whole hog. That was Kim.

She burned her eyes into me for a few more seconds as her breathing slowed, then said, "Surely you have a condom?"

I smiled in answer, then reached towards my nightstand.

By the time I had extracted the packet from the drawer Kim already had shed her shirt and bra and was pulling down her shorts. I got rid of my clothes as fast as I could.

"So how do we do this?" Kim wondered aloud. "You have to be able to reach my feet, right?"

"At least one of them," I replied. "Larissa would straddle me facing my feet. Reverse cowboy."

"Reverse cowboy," Kim repeated. "Well, git along little doggies!"

She pushed me down by my shoulders, flopped on top of me and gave me a big wet kiss. I rubbed and squeezed her tight, round butt cheeks. She had a small but beautifully proportioned body. She's not the kind of girl that gets looks as she walks across campus, but with her clothes off, I couldn't imagine anyone more beautifully sexy.

As we kissed she squirmed her body on top of me. I could feel her bush rubbing against my belly button. Because she was so petite, that's about where her waist reached when we kissed.

I was already hard when she reached behind to fondle me. When she wrapped her hand around my cock her eyes got wide.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Maybe we do need to send you to the derby!"

I did say I had a thick one.

Kim slid down my chest a bit until I could feel the warmth of her pussy against the tip of my cock. Then, to my surprise, she kept wiggling downward and I could feel my unprotected cock start to slide into her.

"Mmm" she purred. "That's nice."

She continued wiggling and bearing down until I had slid all the way into her.

"Mmm," she repeated. "There's nothing like the feeling when a nice hard cock first slides into you. I always hate to spoil that with a condom. It's just so artificial."

She squirmed around some more. She was very tight around me and I could already feel the pressure start to build. I was afraid I was going to be quite premature and wouldn't be able to give Kim her chance to experience the full force of the spot.

But after a few more undulations Kim slid forward until I was fully unsheathed.

"OK, where's that Jimmy hat?" she asked.

I handed it to her and she unwrapped the condom, then slowly squirmed herself down my chest and stomach until her head was level with my waist.

She fondled and inspected me for a time, then leaned down and took me in her mouth. Looking at her I could see that she could barely take me in, her mouth was so small. But she gamely gave me a few good sucks, then slipped on the condom.

Kim seemed well acquainted with the reverse cowboy position, because she quickly straddled me, grabbed my dick from behind and guided me into her pussy. A very pretty, very wet, very tight pussy. I had never felt so, so surrounded before. It was very intense. In fact, I immediately felt the pressure building inside me, so I quickly grabbed a foot and felt around to find her spot again. A sharp intake of breath told me that I had found it. Kim bounced up and down my shaft only a few times before I felt her pussy clench down hard on my dick. She was very vocal as she came.

"Oh, yes, yes! Shit! Oh shit yeah. Yes, yes, yesss. Oh fuck! Oh, oh. Yeah."

She went on like this for at least a minute as I tried desperately to hold back. But I could resist for only so long before cumming furiously into Kim's gloriously tight pussy.

My cock softened and slid out of her even as Kim continued her obscenely gratified exclamations. I'm sure she could have gone on considerably longer.

But now empty of my cock, she leaned forward on her hands panting heavily, then swung one leg over me and breathed a final heavy sigh as she looked me intently in the eye.

"Okay. You've proved your point. I believe in your spot. Boy do I believe in your spot! And if this is how you made BQFH feel, I understand your power over her. Now you just have to promise that you'll never use that power the same way over me."

To be honest, that comment stung. I was still pretty torn over what I had done to Larissa, even if I didn't publicly humiliate her the way Kim and I had initially planned. And to think that Kim was worried that I might use that against her. It hurt me to think that someone thought I would use an advantage like that against them.

I could feel my face redden and tears begin to well up in my eyes.

"I would never do that!" I protested. "I couldn't even do it to Larissa, not like we planned, and I regret doing even as much as I did! And I would never, ever, do something like that to you."

Kim immediately scooted up beside me, took my face in her hands and kissed me.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed. "I didn't mean to accuse you!"

She kissed me some more.

"I know you're not that kind of person. The kind that takes advantage of people. But you have to understand that you possess a great power: to give pleasure. To give sustained, intense pleasure. That, my darling, means you could ask for much in return, if you dared."

"I would never do that," I again protested. "I just want to see people happy and I want to be happy myself."

Kim gazed at me intently.

"You know, I believe you. I actually believe you. Well, then bless you, and let me ask you this: Can you make me happy again in, say, the next five or ten minutes?"

It was more like thirty, but in the end, I did.

My relationship with Kim was a curious one. We saw each other through the end of the semester. I can't say I was in love with Kim, nor, I'm certain, was she with me. I certainly admired her, lusted after her, and liked her. But I certainly was swept away by her lust for life and experience.

As I've already said, once Kim made up her mind about something, she was all the way in. And once she decided that we were a sexual couple, she wanted to experience everything.

We experimented with more positions than I can accurately remember, let alone describe. Since she was so petite, and flexible also, it turned out, I was able to reach her feet in positions that would have made that impossible with most other women.

My greatest "problem" with Kim, if you want to call it that, was that she was so sensual, erotic, arousing, and had such a tight, hot pussy, that I just couldn't usually last very long. I always would cum when Kim was still in the middle of her extended orgasm.

Purely in the interest of science, I once managed to get my hands on some Viagra, just to see if I could get myself to last long enough to really test how long an orgasm Kim could experience. Our first time that evening I popped fairly quickly, as usual, with Kim's tight pussy muscles clenching quickly and firmly around my dick.

But the second time around I was able to last much longer. Once Kim had reached her climax, and with my thumb and forefinger firmly pressing her spot she embarked on a seven-minute orgasm. I kid you not. I timed it by my clock radio. I think she could have gone even longer, but she was exhausted and just fell off me. She was still spasming for a few seconds even as she lay next to me. She fell asleep almost instantly and didn't budge for the next nine hours. I was starting to get worried in the morning when she lay as inert as the moment she fell asleep. But she finally awoke and after a cup of tea (she never drank coffee, don't ask me why) she was her familiar intensely purposeful self.

We never really discussed her marathon orgasm, but it was clear that some line had been crossed between us. It wasn't a bad thing, really, just a realization that we had explored all there was to find and without a strong emotional bond holding us together, we began to see less of each other. Late in the semester Kim received word that she had been awarded a scholarship to study in London for the following school year. She left right after classes were out and I never saw her again. I believe she never returned permanently to the States. I can imagine that the Old World lifestyle would be more to her liking.