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Taylar's Awakening Ch. 01

By: sexualrelief7191



I get bored with all of this MILF stories you see on here. Usually they are all the same: horny friend checks out his guy best friend's mother, is caught checking her out, is invited to fuck her, fucks her, and then usually gets away with it. Well, time for something hopefully different. This time, it's going to be about the mom's feet and it's a female friend's mother. To make things I bet more spicier, the main character is a straight, but curious, girl. If you like where this story is going, leave me some comments, and give me ratings. You never know where this will go next. 

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I was excited for this summer for a good reason. I had just survived my freshman year of college without failing a class, getting too crazy, or pregnant. After all the stories my older friends had filled me in with, I was a bit nervous about heading out in the college world. I was so glad to see they were mainly wrong. My dorm mates were awesome and fun to be around. It wasn't a constant party or anything that could spell disaster for me. 

My roommate, Stephanie (or Stephie as I call her), was especially awesome and not to mention the most beautiful person inside and out. Stephie is a short girl with long blond hair that was always sparkling. Her face had slight freckles and her eyes were a lovely blue color. She was always wearing the cutest outfits I've ever seen, from fab halter tops, to pretty skirts and blouses. A lot of the guys on our floor were always checking her out in the hall and would sometimes just stand in the hall waiting for her. You could usually tell she was coming by the noise of her shoes. Stephie was almost constantly wearing some kind of heels or wedges during the summer and fall. In the winter, she broke out some of the cutest boots I had ever seen. I made me a little bit jealous, I have to admit. Her feet were also very cute, with nice nail polish and perfectly pedicured feet. Although she was short, her feet were a bit bigger than the rest of her, at about '7. 

While there's cute Stephie, then there's me, Taylar. I'm about six foot tall and rather skinny and I really don't think I have a figure. My hair is a shoulder length black that I never can seem to be do much with. I have big eyes and long lashes. I was a cheerleader in high school, but that really didn't get me much attention. My butt is no existent and my boobs are smaller than I would like. The cheerleaders used to call me "bigfoot" during practice because my shoes size is a ten. It was the biggest size in the squad all three of the years I was on the varsity team. I never really understood why it was such a big deal, but I learned to deal with it. I like to think my legs are "sexy" and make up for my feet. Guys like leggy girls right? Well, apparently not some much, as I didn't get very many looks from cute boys and I only had one boyfriend in high school. He was nice, for awhile. Then he got all controlling and religious, so no sex and no life. Not the kind of relationship a girl wants.

Meeting Stephie changed that a lot. Her mom is in cosmetics and beauty and owns a salon/spa in her hometown and taught her daughter a lot about "beauty on a budget" as she calls it. She shared some of her make-up, mascara and gave me fashion tips. Since I started using these, I've been getting more looks from guys and gone on a few dates. Stephie was really a miracle worker and a great listener. She became my best friend and study partner for the the whole year. It was sad to see her go when the semester was over and we went back to our homes. We knew we would see each other again next fall, but we couldn't wait that long, so Stephie talked her parents into letting me stay at their place for a weekend this summer. 

Finally, the weekend had arrived for me to head up the Stephie's place. We had been planning this all summer and I was excited. I was extremely pumped to try out their large pool and lay out in the sun with her and her mom. I never got to meet her parents, so this was my first time seeing them. It also meant I would get to wear my new swimsuit that I had bought at a great discount. I pulled up in their driveway in my crap-mobile (an old Pontiac) and was immediately greeted by Stephie in the garage. She took my bags and escorted me in. The second greeting I got came immediately when I walked in the door by her retriever, Roswell. He sniffed my legs and then tried to climb up on me. Then a woman came in the room, chasing after the friendly pooch.

"Roswell, down," the woman commanded. Roswell obeyed and scooted away to a another room. I looked at the woman. I felt a little bit shy looking at her. She was a woman of fair height (although not as tall as me), with curly, blond hair that mirrored Stephie's. There was not a single freckle on her face, only a clear, tan, friendly face with mesmerizing blue eyes. He body consisted of beautiful tan legs that were showing past her short capris. She was wearing a simple white top, with large, firm breasts underneath. For being what Stephie said as 40, she sure didn't look like it. 

"Tay-Tay, this is my mom, Angela...mom, this is my roomie and bestie, Taylar," Stephie said introducing us. 

Angela took out her manicured hand, "Pleased to finally meet you Taylar, her father and I have heard so much about you. You are as pretty as she said you were."

I was blushing bright red at this point. I told her thank you, but I knew that I wasn't that pretty so I kept that to myself and accepted the compliment. They showed me up to their guest room on the second floor. They had a beautiful house, which was very neat, colorful and seemed to reflect the sunlight everywhere. My room had a queen sized bed, a dresser, closet half full of extra clothes for the women of the home, a door to their second bathroom, and window that overlooked their covered pool and backyard. 

Angela volunteered to help me put away stuff, but I told her I was fine. She gave a quick smile, told me if I needed something to just holler and that we would be opening the pool at three. I thanked her and she started leaving. My eyes were drawn to her bare feet as she was walking out the door. Unlike her daughter, her feet seemed perfectly sized for her body. Unlike many older woman who tan frequently, her feet weren't a gross mess of veins and didn't look like prunes. They looked soft, smooth and had shapely toes. Her toenails were a silvery color and it looked cute. I looked down at my giantess feet in my hand-me-down pumps. I had painted my long toes a dark blue, as it was my favorite color and my favorite polish that Stephie had given me. I had a pedicure with my mom only a week ago, so it wasn't like my feet were gross or anything, but they felt so damn ugly compared to Angela's. I sighed with my insecurity and started unpacking.

I went downstairs after unpacking and sat in the kitchen in with Stephie and Angela. My roommate and I started talking about how things were going so far with summer and about our other mutual friends from college. We laughed and giggled about boys and our adventures that we had over the year. Angela mostly stayed quiet, seeming to be taking it all in with a smile. Occasionally, she would ask about something she thought was funny or didn't understand. She also talked about her college years and how she had her fun moments. Angela got married and had Stephanie when she was only 21, but managed to graduate, work a masseuse and beauty care professional with a young daughter, and eventually open a store with her husband. Not long after talking about it, her husband came home and was introduced to me. He was a bit shorter than I imagined and was probably the reason why Stephie wasn't as tall as her mom. He was a slightly muscular man, with a bushy mustache and glasses on. He proved to be really nice and also complimented me saying he was glad that his daughter had made friends with a "beautiful young lady." Once again, I felt a little bit embarrassed and insecure. I rubbed my sole nervously on the floor, a habit that I've had forever. 

Some afterwards, it was time for a swim. I put on my pink swimsuit, my pair of black flip flops, my towel, sunglasses and went downstairs. Stephie meet me on their patio, wearing a equally cute yellow bikini and pink sunglasses. 

"Tay-Tay, that is such a cute suit! Where did you get?" she asked jealously. She pretends sometimes to be envious and impressed, just to be nice. 

"Got it at a store back home," I said. "Kinda cheap, but I like it. We walked over to her and set up on her beach chairs. I looked over at Angela and I almost gasped. She was wearing a simple red bikini with a white unbuttoned beach dress. Her legs were crossed and I could see her soles. They appeared smooth as paper and very well kept. Why was I so drawn to them? Was I jealous? Whatever it was, she noticed I was looking at her and gave me a little wave. She was reading a book and talking to her husband. He wasn't dressed for a swim, so I assumed he wasn't joining us. 

"Last one in's a rotten egg!!!" Before I could I knew it Stephie was running to the pool. I laughed and took off after her. She made cannonball for the pool before I even reached the edge. I slipped off my shoes and sunglasses and went in for graceful dive. I had done some swimming in high school and my house wasn't far from the best beach in the county. The water wasn't terribly cold, so I really enjoyed it. He splashed each other and did some horsing around. The brought up the volleyball net connected to the pool and we played more rounds than I could remember. After an hour or two, we got out of the pool and laid on the chairs, hoping to get a good tan. I couldn't help but make a few glances at Angela every now and then. She was laying face down, so there was no chance that she would see me. Her perfect feet were relaxing at the end of her chair, scrunched up. I wished that my feet were as nice as hers. Maybe I should ask if there's I could do to make my feet look like that? She was a professional after all. Angela retorted to lying up, so I pretended that I wasn't looking. After a while, I got this feeling that I was being looked over. I chill ran down my spine and I looked over from the corner of my eyes, not moving my head. It was Angela and she was looking my way. What was she looking at I wondered?

Stephie's dad come back out at that moment. He told his wife that he had to get some charcoal for the grill. We were having hamburgers and brats tonight, one of my favorites! Angela gave him a quick kiss and told him to drive safe. He came by us girls and looked at Stephie and smiled. I looked over and saw that she was fast asleep, with her book she was reading in her lap. She does that occasionally when she was tanning at school. Her father left and soon I heard his car driving away. I relaxed myself again and took another quick peek at Angela. Again, she was looking at me, but there was something about the way she was looking. 

"Ma'am?" I asked. "Is there something wrong?

She smiled and walked over to me. She sat down at the edge of my chair and looked at her daughter. "How long has she been like that?"

I told her I had just noticed. She smiled at me. "I'm so glad that my daughter is making so good friends away from home. You know, she wasn't very popular with her high school classmates. They were always picking on her because of her height and inability to play sports."

I laughed a little. Stephie was terrible at any sport I had seen her play. She had no hand coordination and wasn't very fast. That's why she cheated by giving me a late warning with or race to the pool. She was pretty, but at her school, sports were everything. She chosen to not let it get to her though and she never seemed angry or depressed about it.

Angela changed her look and became serious. "Stephanie told me you have your own insecurities as well Taylar."

I wasn't surprised that Stephie told her, but I really didn't like the fact that she did. I looked down at my feet again. They were dried after tanning for a while. They were still as white as they were when I first came here. I played with my long black hair, tied in ponytail. 

Angela, turned my head and had me facing her. She looked sad. "You know, when I was your age I felt the same way about my body. Sure, I dated several handsome boys, but I never felt comfortable in my own skin. That's why I went into the beauty profession at first." I couldn't believe that I was hearing this. There was nothing wrong with her body. "But, I overcame my insecurities," she continued. "I met a man that loved me when I wasn't wearing my makeup on or if I was just wearing a ragged t-shirt and jeans. I married that man at a very young age and had a beautiful daughter." She looked over at Stephie quick and had a warm smile. 

"How could you be uncomfortable though?" I asked sincerely. "You are beautiful and I don't think I've never seen an adult quite as confident and stunning as you are." 

Angela looked back at me. She gave me another smile, showing that she appreciated my comments. "Another thing that I did when I was your age was look up to this one woman. She was my Cosmetic Science teacher in my freshman and sophomore year." Angela's eyes turned into a dreamy state. "She was about thirty-six when I met her, and I thought she was the most perfect woman on the face of the Earth. I hung after class to talk to her, thinking there was some secret to her looks." 

I knew how she felt. I was starting to feel the same way about Angela. "What happened after your sophomore year? Did you ever see her again?" i asked with interest.

"Oh, I saw her time to time over the next two years of my college life. We would talk about how things were going and how my academics were going," Angela replied. "She came to my college graduation party and that's when she met my husband. She told me how proud she was that I had made a life for myself and she envied me." She stopped a minute, seeming distressed. "Unfortunately, that was the last time I ever saw her, as she moved away and we lost contact."

"I'm sorry...she seemed to have cared about you alot," I said. 

"You know, there was one part of her that I absolutely was jealous off," she said, recovering from whatever sadness had come over her. "I was always jealous of her beautiful feet that she had."

Now I knew what Angela had been looking at. I had my feet crossed that whole time, with my huge soles out and on display for her. That familiar uncomfortable feeling was coming back. 

"She had very large feet and was always changing the color. They were always so pretty and my feet...well, they are kinda plain." She caressed her soles, giving me a chill down my spine. I couldn't keep it in me for longer."

"That's not true, I think your feet are much nicer than mine," I almost shouted. "I wish I had feet like yours, instead of these giant feet. I wish I was pretty like you and I wish boys would notice me more."

After I was finished, Angela didn't look surprised. She looked sad. "I've noticed you looking at my feet.....I had a feeling that it was something like this. Honey, you are beautiful....that's why I can't stop looking at you. That's why I want you to feel beautiful."

It took me a second to process what she was saying. She thought I was pretty? Me? Miss Bigfoot? I was only half her age and insignificant compared to her. "Are you...a lesbian Angela?"

She laughed a little bit, making me feel dumb for asking. However, she shook her head and smiled. "It ok, it wasn't a stupid question to ask. I love my husband, but that teacher was my first true love that I had."

I looked at her puzzled. She explained it all to me. "I grew up thinking I was different. I liked boys and dated boys, but there was always a desire for women and I loved their feet. Men have no idea of what proper foot care is, but women's feet are so soft and beautiful. It always was a turn on to see a girl with pretty feet."

She looked down at my feet and gave a longing look. "Your feet are not ugly Taylar, they are some of the best feet I have seen in a long time and despite you being my friend's daughter, I could resist looking at them. Would you mind if I felt them?"

I gave her my approval and took my right foot. She took her hand and caressed the bottoms of my feet, sending a chill down my body. Now one had ever touched me there like that. Not even a pedicurist. She seemed to know just where to stroke her fingers. This sensation was totally knew to me. I felt my body wanting more of it. Angela talked to me while she kept rubbing my soles. "Have you ever been treated like this by someone dear?"

"No...it feels soothing though." I closed my eyes and sank into the chair.

"Your feet are so tense sweetie....but they are just so sexy. Your friends were wrong to tease you about them.

Did she just say my feet were sexy? That was quite a departure from what people normally said about my feet. I didn't protest her compliment, being too busy enjoy this experience. I looked over to Stephie, hoping that she was still asleep. I could only imagine what she would think about her mother massaging her best friend's feet and using words like sexy. Angela was finished with my sole and went to toes. "Sweetie, I love the nail polish. It goes well your beautiful hair. Is this my daughters?" she asked. 

"Yeah, she said that she likes her nails light colors, so she gave it to me," I replied. I hope this didn't offend her.

"Well, I like it better on you anyway. My daughter knows her style," she said cheerfully. She rubbed my toes and spread them out one by one. It felt more therapeutic than it did relaxing. My shoes are usually just big enough to barely fit my feet in, especially sneakers, so getting them spread was nice. She was done after a few minutes and asked me if I would like the same thing done to my left foot. I joyfully accepted the massage, as I wasn't ready for it to be over. She hands went to work on my sole again and it felt like I was being touched my silk on my sensitive skin. She spread my toes again with pain relieving results again as well. She finished my left foot and gave it a quick kiss on the sole. I could help but give a slight sigh. 

"Did you enjoy that sweetheart?" she asked sweetly. I told her I loved it. "Well, there's more if you are interested."

More? What else could there be? It made me wet to think there could be more enjoyment. Wait, I was wet? A simple foot rub had made me wet? It felt wrong, yet oh so right. I told her to do whatever it was that would make me happy.

Angela took both my feet and started kissing them all over. I felt like I was being teased, but it made me feel so good down at my clit. She gave my right foot one last kiss, then stuck out her tongue and wiggled it against the middle of my sole. I nearly let out a yip! I had never felt something so felt on my feet. She gave me questioning look. I dismissed it, and gave her my permission to continue. She rotated between my feet, giving each plentiful licks that made me sit still with excitement. This was better than anything I have encountered in my short life. I was still a virgin and the closest I ever got was sleeping in bed with a guy in nothing but my skimpies. Now my feet were being licked by the most gorgeous woman I had ever met. 

By the time she was done, I felt like a million bucks. I stood up and gave her a huge smile. "I love your smile just as much at your feet honey," she said sincerely. 

"What about your husband Angela?" I asked concerned. "What will he think of this?

She continued smiling, not looking worried. "This is one part of my life that my husband might not understand. It's better than he does not know. He gives decent foot rubs, but his mustache would tickle if I let him do what I just did to you."

We giggled together for a little bit. "Besides," Angela added, "your feet are something special and I had a great time enjoying them. I just wished they didn't taste like chlorine." We giggled again. This apparently woke Stephie up with a start. 


Taylar's Awakening Ch. 01



".Ohhhh....how long was I out?" she asked sleepily.

"Not long sweetie, but you better get up. Your dad will be home soon to cook. You need to take a shower before than." Angela helped her daughter up. Stephanie went back to the house, talking about being ready for a nice hot shower. I looked over at Angela and she looked back at me.

"Is there....any way we could do this again?" I asked carefully. I had really enjoyed this and wanted to do it again. Angela nodded, "Yes honey, I think we can do this again tomorrow, but for now, we need to get ready for dinner." I smiled, hoping that next time would be even better. Who knows? I might even want to see what feet taste like myself. She smiled back, and did something I wasn't expecting. She drew in closer, give me a quick kiss on the lips and then departed for the house. I had never been kissed by a woman before. It was soft and comforting. Now I was really excited for tomorrow. I slip on my shoes, looking down at my feet, having a great appreciation for my "sexy feet" and walked to the house. Tomorrow couldn't come sooner...



Taylar's Awakening Ch. 02



"If you haven't read the first part of this story, Taylar's Awakening Ch. 01, I would highly suggest you do so, to understand this story. Please comment and rate in order for me to get an idea of what you all think of this story series. Also, check out my other fetish stories"



It's day two at my friend Stephanie's house. I woke up feeling very relaxed, head to toe. Angela's treatment should be given the credit really. Not that Stephie was boring or anything. I had just never experienced that kind of feeling I had yesterday and I was hoping that today would bring the same. She promised that there would be more and I still had two days left at their lovely home. 

I got out of my bed with a jump start. I slipped my black flips flops on my "sexy" feet and threw on a robe. I walked straight to the bathroom with a big smile on my face. I hopped in the shower, turning up the temperature of the water hotter than I usually do. I hummed a song while I soaked in the hot water, thinking about what possibly was in store today. I applied my soap on, caressing my body intimately, as if Angela was doing it to me. I've suddenly had a better appreciation for my body. My curves might not be great, and I might be way too skinny to have a figure, but it didn't matter now. Someone thought I was beautiful and that's all I cared about.

After I had finished getting ready, I walked downstairs to meet Stephie for breakfast. She looked up at me and smiled. "Well, you look rather chipper today Tay-tay. Wants some cereal?" Stephie asked. I told her yes and sat down with her at the table. Roswell, Stephie's adorable dog came in and greeted me. He seemed to be just as chipper as I was and I shook his fur and petted him. I was curious though at where Angela was. "Oh, she and Dad are at work right now," Stephie told me when I asked. "Mom was off yesterday so she could meet you and Dad just got off early. They'll be home for dinner though." I was disappointed, but I did my best to hide it from Stephie. After all, I was here to see her. 

After breakfast, Stephie announced our plans for the day. "First, we are going shoe shopping! My mom left me a gift card and I've been dying to buy that pair of high heels I saw last week." My stomach groaned. Shoe shopping? After what happened yesterday? Angela just happened to give her a gift card? Stephie looked over at me. "She also left a note and said to use the card to help buy you some shoes." Ok, this was not a coincidence. She was already making my day, long before I get to see her. I smiled and got excited again. We got in her car and went to the shoe store, blaring our favorite Rihanna tunes the whole way there.

The shoe store wasn't busy at all when we arrived. We walked in and immediately started looking. We first looked at the summer shoe section. I noticed out of the corner of my eye the guy working the counter. He was checking out Stephie, although not hiding it too well. Of course, Stephie always drew attention from the boys with her looks. Today, she was wearing a cute blue spaghetti strap top, Levi shorts and had her hair flowing down like a golden river. She was wearing some white flats with a cool stripe design on them. Stephie got bored looking at the section and moved on to to look for those high heels she was talking about. 

I continued browsing that section, hoping to find something worth using Angela's money for. I noticed there was a mirror close by and I could see the counter guy in it. He hadn't looked away from the direction he was before. That meant he was looking at me, not Stephie. I was bit surprised really. I was wearing a faded pink dress with a buckle and regular straps. I was wearing my "gladiator shoes", which was what Stephanie called them because Roman people wore something similar I guess. I had my hair down as well, but nothing special. Well, I guess I sorta looked cute today. I decided to have a little fun. I turned around and faced him. He immediately lowered his head and went back to whatever he was doing. I giggled a little and went over to Stephie. She was concentrating on finding "the perfect pair" of shoes. I whispered about the guy and she giggled as well. "He's kinda cute too Tay-tay, maybe you should talk to him?" she said teasingly.

I giggled along with her, "I think I'll pass. I would rather find cute shoes than cute boys right now." I looked at the heels with her. I usually have no interest in them, since my shoe size is so big and stores hardly ever have them that large. One pair, however, caught my eye this time. It was a pair of black 5' heels with rhinestones along the straps. They almost seemed to glitter in my eyes. "That pair Stephie! I want it!" I exclaimed. 

She gave it a look and nodded. "Those are perfect for you! You should try them on. I'm sure this place will have your size." I took them down and examined them. They were a bit higher than I would like, but I thought I could adjust. Besides, I six foot tall, I'm used to the height. I took the shoes up to the counter boy. I asked him if they had these in size tens. Pretending to act uninterested to me (rather badly I must add), he took the shoes to the back. He came back out about a minute later....and with a pair my size! I was so happy that finally a shoe store had shoes that I loved in my size. He gave me the shoes and told me that I should try them on before making any purchases. 

I went back to Stephie and showed her the shoes. "Well, let's see how they fit," she said excitedly. I took off my shoes and put the lovely heels on. As with all heels, it seened uncomfortable at first, so I had to get up and take up a step. However, I felt like the shoes fit perfectly. I walked around the store in them just to make sure, although I felt a little off balance. The counter guy again was watching me now, a little more obvious now. I remembered what Angela had said about being more confident and it would help with boys. So, I walked up to him. 

"Well, how do they look," I asked innocently.

The guy almost looked speechless that I had even asked him. "They look great," he replied nervously. "I mean, they look great on you." He seemed to be blushing. I was having fun with this and I let out a giggle. 

"Well then, I guess I better buy them, shouldn't I? How much?"

He gave me the price tag. It was a hundred dollars. Well, there went the heels. I almost felt like bursting into tears. Stephie came by and saw that I wasn't too happy.

"What wrong dear," she asked concerned. "Are they actually out?" I showed her the price tag. Her eyes widened at the expensive price. She looked up at the guy. "Why the hell are these so expensive? They're cute, but this is ripoff!"

The guy looked really nervous now. "Well...they are heels and very popular...I don't make the prices."

"Oh, so there's nothing you can do about it huh? Look at this poor, beautiful woman," Stephie pointed at me. "She saw these shoes and when she found out you actually have her size, she was happier than I've ever seen her while shopping."

The guy seemed sorry and I told Stephie that it was ok. I put the heels on the counter and started walking away. Stephie wasn't done though. "You know, I saw you looking at her too when she came in. You think she's cute, don't you?"

I turned around in shock. I knew what was coming next. Stephie had a way of making men feel guilty. The guy's face was flushed in red and he was acting extremely nervous. "Tell you what there boy," Stephie said slowly. She came up closer to the counter and leaned down. She barely could have her arms on the counter with her shorter stature. Her boobs were partly showing from her top. "If you lower the price down to seventy five, I will let you touch something you've been spying on us for."

The guy stood up and seemed to almost be considering it. Then Stephie go on the counter and put her legs out. Rubbed flats back and forth in front of the flabbergasted man. "You see these pretty shoes? I bought them here. I remember you even sold me them, right?" The guy only nodded, seemingly too dumbstruck for him to talk. "I also remember you were staring at my cute, little feet the whole time...weren't you, pervert? I wanted to stopped her, but she put a hand up when I proceeded to stop her teasing. "Well, you little foot freak, I wonder how your boss would feel if he found out, huh?"

"Okkkkkk!!!! I'll pay for part of the shoe." The guy wasn't defeated though. "But only if I can do more than touch. You have no idea how fucking hard it is, working at a store like this."

"Oh, I can imagine," Stephie replied. "I guess you can play with my feet....now let's go somewhere private huh?" The counter guy put up a closed sign on the front door. We were the only customers at that point, so he didn't have to kick anyone out. "Wait here Taylar, I'll only be back in a few minutes." Stephie took the guy and went back. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Yesterday was different enough, but this was insane. I decided that I had to make sure that things were going smoothly back there, so I snuck back. 

The back room wasn't as well lit as the store was, but I could see Stephie on the middle table with the man. I put my back against the corner and stuck an eye out. I didn't think they would notice me. Stephie sat on the table, while the guy pulled up a stool. He took Stephie's waiting feet. He took of the flats of, revealing my best friend's feet. Like I've said, Stephie's feet are a little bit larger then the rest of her body, making her trip over them if she wasn't paying attention. Stephie alway preferred brighter colors on her toenails, this time being a light orange color. Leave it to her to choose a very different color. Her feet are shapely like the rest of her body. The soles were wrinkled, but looked soft nonetheless. I guess Angela's lovely feet were another thing passed down to her only daughter. The counter guy took her feet up to her face and started licking them. His tongue feverishly covering as much sole as they could. I felt sorry for Stephie, because this guy didn't seem to know what he was doing. It was my shoes and I wanted them, so I had to earn them.

I moved out from my hiding spot. "Wait just a minute," I exclaimed. The guy stopped in his track and Stephie gave me a look. I returned it and then looked down at the guy. "I saw you also looking at my feet. Which are better you pervert? Her feet or mine? The guy thought about it for a moment and then told me mine. Stephie looked surprised. This must have been the first time that a guy that was interested in her chose me instead. "Well, you can have them, you dirty foot boy." I sat on the table and stuck out my feet. I was barefoot after giving back the heels and my own shoes were still out in the store. "Lick them, but lick them good, unlike what you just did to my friend." 

He took my feet and began licking my soles, this time more slowly and with respect. The sensation of having my feet licked again filled me once more. This was only the second time this had happened to me, but I was more in control this time. I felt like I was dominating the situation this round and I felt good about it. His warm tongue on my sensitive soles made my anxiety and doubts wash away. He wasn't too bad at this after all. He started licking my toes, trying to get as many in one lick as possible. The wet feeling sent me falling back a little, making my body relax in much of the same way Angela did. It felt even better when he took my toes in his mouth, sucking on them longer and harder than I really wanted him to, but I was determined to get those shoes. The toe sucking went on for a few minutes before he finally got his fill. I looked at him and gave him a smile. "So, how do my feet tastes, or are they not good enough for you?" He shook his head in disagreement. I knew the conditions were in my favor. "Well, I expect my discount then for letting you even touch my feet." He hurried out the door and went to is counter. I had won this battle.

Stephie took a long look at me, before finally smiling. "Taylar, I never knew you were a dominatrix girl." She put her shoes back on and gave me a hug. "Thank you...honestly, the thought of him licking my feet wasn't very attractive." I gave her a smile and walked up to the counter. My feet were wet in saliva, but I didn't mind. Combined with the man's money, our gift card and our own money, we payed off my heels and the asics that Stephie decided on. We walked out of the store, waving bye to the counter guy and told him we would be back next week. We were joking of course, but the guy reeled at our comment. We got in the car and laughed our butts off. We drove through a McDonalds and went back to her home to eat. 

After the regular greeting from Roswell, we settled in the kitchen. We ate and talked about our little adventure today. While I found the conversation interesting, I couldn't help but think about how pretty Stephie's feet actually were. I had never thought about it before, but seeing as I had just been worshipped twice in two days, that wasn't a surprise. Her feet were really cute and the orange polish was admittedly an eye catcher. I brought it up with her and asked why she volunteered to let him lick her feet, 

"Well, that wasn't the first time I was in there," she replied. "Last time, mom caught him staring at me and my feet. She told me he probably had a foot fetish and got the job here to satisfy it." She paused for a second. "The funny thing is, I think he was just as interested in her feet as mine."

"You're feet are cute Stephie-poo, but that guy was a perv. Don't let it get to you," I said and gave her a hug. I was just happy that I had intervened before anything happened. If she wasn't comfortable with it, that was ok. I was starting to like it though and I could say I enjoyed the boy's tongue on my feet. I wiggled my toes at the thought of it.

"But you know....I've always been kinda curious you know?" Stephie said. "He was kinda being a bit overwhelming, but it might be fun."

"Honestly Stephie," I said, deciding to come out, "I love it. It feels nice to have your feet licked and sucked on."

Stephie looked surprised. "This wasn't your first time?!"

"Nope, not that I'm an expert or anything," I replied. 

Stephanie looked at me with disbelief. She relaxed a little and looked at me funny. "Well, I know you've already had your feet licked once today, but would you mind licking my feet now?" 

She brought her right foot up on the table. I laughed and took the foot. "It would be my pleasure, best friend." This was my first time doing this, but I thought I could easily do this right. I gave her foot a long lick up the sole, all the way up to her toes. She giggled a little, but didn't ask me to stop. I did it once again and got another giggle. "Silly, you aren't supposed to be ticklish," I said teasingly. We both laughed and I continued licking her foot. It tasted clean and fresh in my mouth and I wanted more of the taste to come. I took the toes of her feet, crammed as many of them as I could in my mouth and started sucking on them. Stephie moaned slightly and tilted her head back. Her toes were a bit more tasty and I couldn't resist wiggling my tongue over every single on. I sucked on her big toe, popping it out of my mouth like a sucker. The orange polish seemed to give it that impression. I beckoned for the other foot and worked my magic on her toes there too. She was loving it and much as I could. This foot was a little more sweatier than the previous one, so I took my time getting to know it, every wrinkle I could. Maybe there was sexual tension this time, but it was fun nonetheless to be sucking on a woman's foot.

The fun came to an end with one final lick of her sole. Stephie gave me an appreciative look. "Taylar, I thought that was really hot," she said dreamily. "If I was a lesbian, I would love you right now." We both laughed and smiled at each other. "So, my parents aren't home for another three hours...let's hit the pool!" Stephie exclaimed. I agreed and we ran for our suits. 

While in my guest room I started thinking about Angela. Perhaps this was what she wanted to happen in the first place, by giving us that giftcard. She was coming back later, so I would have a chance to tell her about my activities today. Her daughter's feet tasted good and I couldn't help wondering if perhaps hers were also just as good. I made for the back yard and the pool, just another part of any exciting day. 

To Be Continued.....



Taylar's Awakening Ch. 03



"This is the third part of my Taylar's Awakening series. If you don't want to be scratching your head or need more detail of the previous events before this story, check out the first two chapters. Please comment and rate. Especially comment. I'm not getting enough comments and those are really helpful. Enjoy!" 

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I got out of the pool, dripping wet from the past two hours with Stephanie playing pool volleyball and just messing around. I pretended like it was a scene from a movie, where the hot chick is in slow motion, getting out of the pool and all the guys are watching in awe. Of course, there were no guys around to see me. It was the backyard of my friend's house, where I was staying for the weekend. However, it wasn't quite like any other weekend. Not only did I learn to have more confidence in myself (hence, the dramatic pool scenario), but I think I found myself as well. 

Stephanie's mom, Angela had introduced me to a kind of feeling that I had never had prior to this weekend. You see, I'm a big footed girl. My size is a ten and I'd always been uncomfortable about my feet. Yet, Angela thought they were beautiful. We enjoyed a very private moment yesterday and since then, I've grown to accept my 'sexy," feet. Today, I even used my feet to make a boy give me a discount on some heels that actually would fit me. The feeling of having my feet worshipped opened my confidence up and now I had a weapon of pleasure at my disposal. I used it to protect my best friend from that same guy. Stephie had volunteered to let the guy have her feet, but I wouldn't let my Stephie do it and stepped in myself. I looked over at my best friend, getting out of the pool herself. Her small frame hid a truly beautiful person. She was about to let a perverted shoe boy lick her cute, orange polished toes. Instead, I got to taste them myself only a few hours ago. It might have been my first time licking someone's else's feet, but I knew it wasn't the last time. 

We sat out for a while, getting our tan on like we had yesterday. I jokingly told Stephie not to fall asleep again and she had quick laugh before hitting me on the shoulder. I laughed at her reaction and then started to relax. I looked down at my feet. Like I said, they were a size ten, but rather slender. My toes were pretty long and had a dark blue polish on them, perfectly matched with my new high heels. My soles were apparently very sensitive and always very smooth. I curled them up, thinking about how much they had been through since arriving here on my little vacation at Stephie's house. If only Angela would get home sooner. I was curious as to what she meant by "more to come" today. 

Well, as I had predicted, Stephie fell asleep again. Typical Stephie of course. I thought she looked cute though. My eyes wandered back to her feet. After all this time, I was finally realizing how beautiful they actually were. So it was called a foot fetish huh? I guess I was starting to develop one. It apparently wasn't too acceptable if that counter guy had to hide it from people. I didn't have to hide it from Stephie and Angela though. I lightly caressed Stephie's sleeping feet. I gave her right foot a quick kiss and decided to go back into the house. I decided to take another shower to get the chlorine off before dinner. We were all going out tonight to so nice restaurant in the city. Apparently, Angela was friends with the owner and they were reserving us a spot in their VIP dining lounge. 

After another hot, steamy shower I changed into something a little more nicer. My wardrobe was limited to what I could fit in my suitcase, but I managed to find my favorite black skirt, a white top to match and put on some mascara and make-up. I looked over myself in the closet mirror. "Not too shabby," I thought to myself. I wished that I could do something cute with my hair, but it's extremely stubborn, so I just tied it back. Now, what to wear on my feet. I immediately knew the answer though. I took my new high heels out of the shoe box and put them on. They went better with this outfit than anything else I had with me. I gave the shoes a look over in the mirror. I felt so confident and dominant with them on. Next thing I knew, I heard the door opening and Roswell, Stephie and Angela's dog, giving a friendly bark. I knew Angela was finally home.

I went downstairs as fast as I could with the heels on. There was Angela, petting her beloved pooch. Angela must have already changed at work, because she didn't look like she had just gotten back from work without a change. Angela's golden blond hair was straightened out and tied back like mine. She was wearing a short black dress that complimented her curves and perfectly tanned legs. Her beautiful feet were wrapped in silver heels, matching her polish. She looked like she was in her late twenties, not forty. She looked up at me and gave me a brilliant smile. 

"Hello Taylar, how was your day with Stephanie?" she asked warmly. "I hope you guys had fun with that shopping card I left."

I went up to her and gave her a simple hug, which she returned lovingly. "It was great, I bought these heels with them." Angela looked down at my feet and admired my heels. 

She looked back up. "Taylar, what a great catch! They looked beautiful and add to your feet. I told you there was beauty in them."

I told her all that had happened and what I had realized today. She frowned when I told her about the counter guy wanting to worship her daughter's feet, but the look changed to concern when I told her I took Stephie's place. She was proud of me, but said I needed to be careful as well. I left out the part where I worshipped her daughters feet. Even if it wasn't sexual really, I didn't want her to think I was going behind her back. 

Stephie came down while Angela was telling me about her salon. My best friend was wearing a almost identical black dress as her mother, just a bit shorter and more of her leg showing. Stephie was wearing some cute, but shorter heels. Her short legs looked cute in the dress. She added some volume to her hair and had curled it slightly. She had done this all in an hour. Only Stephie could pull that off. Angela complimented her only daughter and embraced with with a kiss on the head. Angela took the keys to her car. "Well, let's get going ladies. Your father can't wait forever Stephanie."

We all piled in Angela's nice car. Not much of a car person, so can't give you any idea of what kind of car it was. It had an awesome stereo system and we were blaring it the whole way to the restaurant. We were listening to some Britney Spears and Katy Perry, with Angela sing along with us. It's like that woman is infinitely cool. It might have to do with Stephie being so young. They grew up together and the bond might be more than just a mother-daughter. 

The restaurant was moderately busy, but had a quiet atmosphere. Stephie's dad had already gotten us a table and was waiting patiently for us. He smiled, "There are my girls!" We all smiled and Stephie sat by him and gave him a quick kiss. I sat next to Angela, across from Stephie. An elderly waiter served us, getting our drinks for us. I was so fascinated by this place. My family never goes to places like this. It's far too expensive. Stephie and I passed the time by talking and laughing. Angela and her husband talked about stuff with work and teasing with each other. Eventually, our food came around, with my stuffed fettuccine ravioli on my plate. It looked so good that I dug in immediately. Stephie must have been equally as hungry, because she started chowing down and feverishly. Angela gave us a disapproving look, so we ate like proper ladies. She smiled after that, possibly been secretly amused at us. 

Later while I was eating, I felt something move against my leg. It wasn't too obvious before, so I dismissed it. Then, I got the slight feeling that it was someone skin. I looked down, but missed whatever it was. Only a few seconds later I felt it again. I missed it once again, however, I figured out what it could possibly be. Angela's right foot was out of her straps of her heels. She was playing with me. I looked at her, getting no acknowledgement. I decided that two could play at this game. I slipped of my left heel and ran my foot against her legs. Now she was smiling, but not looking at me. She did the same thing, with a more prolonged effect. We kept doing this until the waiter came back. Something tells me the old fella might have had a heart attack if he saw two beautiful woman stroking each other's legs under the table. We resumed after he left. Her feet felt soft against my legs and everytime she would brush them, I would get a tingle down my spine. I gave her a look and she actually acknowledge it this time, since her daughter and husband were deep in conversation. It was a sexy look and I tried to mouth to her "I want you." She seemed to understand and seemed to reply, "I know." 

We left the restaurant not long after this. We were so stuffed that none of us could get desserts, not even a melting hot lava cake (which looked amazing). Stephie almost fell asleep in the car, and I would play with her arm to keep her awake. "Leave me alone...I just wanna go to be." It was only about nine, but I could tell she was serious. We got home and she headed for her room. She gave me a short hug and promised to stay awake the whole time tomorrow. 

Angela looked rather amusingly at her daughter. "She's had an exciting two days Taylar, let her gets some sleep....as for you." She came closer and whispered in my ears. "My husband went back to salon to get stuff closed down and won't be back til after midnight...would you like a full body massage?"

I excitedly replied yes! I hadn't gotten a massage treatment since my high school graduation as a gift. She told me to wear something loose and comfort and to meet me in her room. I rushed to my room. I put on my black nightgown that I had bought for myself after getting home from college. It was a velvet material and slightly see through. So, I put on my matching black Victoria's Secret bra and panties. Just for kicks, I put the high heels on again to add to my outfit. I looked it the mirror for the hundredth time today. "Damn girl," I thought to myself. I looked like a tall sex kitten or something. I untied my hair and let it loose on my right shoulder. I did a pose in the mirror, trying to look sexy. Something was missing though. I took out my makeup bag. The one thing I didn't put on tonight for dinner was lipstick. I hate it. It's not the color I don't like, it's the smearing and feeling of it on my lips. However, Angela was an exception. I puckered up and applied the heavy red gloss to my lips. Now, I was ready. 

I walked quietly through the hall. If Stephie saw me looking like this, she would would be shocked and wonder why. I lightly knocked on Angela's door. She politely told me to come in from the inside of the room. I walked inside the spacious master bedroom. It was dimly lit with candles and lights on a low setting. Her bed was a queen size meant for two and had a very Victorian style look to it. There were even curtains around it. There was a faint smell of lovely incense in the room. Finally, my eyes were drawn to a massaging bed in the corner with a small table right next to it with towels, oils, massage tools and what looked like a jar of some kind of petals. 

Angela was waiting right behind the table. Like me, she was wearing a nightgown, but much more see through and white. Her white bra was covering her plentiful breasts and giving them more volume that way. Her hair was also let down and flowing freely. Unlike me, she was barefoot and I was glad to see her feet looking fresh and youthful. Since I had gotten here, she had never looked more beautiful. She seemed to feel the same way about me. We just looked at each other in awe for a minute, taking in our respective bodies. It was like time stopped for the both of us. 

Finally, Angela spoke up. "Taylar dear, you look amazing." She was being completely sincere and for once, I didn't question it. She beckoned me to the table. I was asked to lie face down on the bed and to remove my gown. When that was all said and done, she took her hands and dipped them in a bowl of some kind of oil. She explained that she would going to started at my neck and shoulder and work her way down. "If at any point you feel uncomfortable honey, please say so," she said softly and sweetly. Her voice was giving me the chills, but the good kind none the less.

She ran her finger against my neck, going for stress points I never knew I even had. It was like there had always been something weighing down my neck and it was being taken off. She continued the relief to my shoulders. "Honey, I need you to take off your lovely bra," she said. I didn't question it one bit and took of my favorite bra. My breasts exposed didn't feel uncomfortable, even knowing they aren't very large. Compared to Angela's, they might as well be mosquito bitea. She take another tip of oil and placed her hands firmly around my breasts. She caressed and clanged to them like they were handles. I felt a bit of sexual tension and let out a moan. It felt good to be touch somewhere that I had been touched before. Angela's magic hands eventually worked their way to lower back, right above my butt. She pressed down near my spine this time, pressing knuckles hard enough to crack my back. Again, another place I never knew was tense. I felt like I was floating on a cloud at this point, and I never wanted to get off. Next, it was my almost non-existent butt. She caressed my cheeks slowly and in a circle pattern. I gave out another moan, and Angela giggled a little. She applied oil to my nearly tan legs, stroking them up and down. 

Finally, she got to the part I had been waiting for. She took a hold of my right foot and removed the heels. "These really are the right pair for you sweetie," she said smoothly. "But I'm more interest in your cute little toes." She took my piggies and started pulling on them slightly. This was to alleviate stress and pressure from heels she had told me. She scrunched the toes up and kissed each one of them. I was starting to feel slightly wet under my panties. Only a massage and kissing my toes could do that to me I guess. She went for the sole next. Like yesterday, she massaged them lovingly and concentrated on the middle of the sole. I felt the pain for wearing those heels all dinner go away instantly. She repeated her process on my other foot. I was starting to feel drowsy and was starting to fall to sleep. Then I felt her tongue on my soles. She had both feet up and her tongue dancing all over them. It was so weird how sensitive my feet really are and have never noticed once before. She covered my feet in her tongue's saliva, and it look oh so hot. 

"Taylar, why don't you turn over so I can suck on your toes better?" she asked in sexy tone. Now i was getting horny. I turned over and moved my toes up. She took each tongue in her mouth and sucked on it sensually. I couldn't help but wiggle my sweet toes in her mouth and giggle and moan at the same time. It was turning me on and tickling me at the same time. She started taking in multiple toes at once and sliding her toes in between them. This was new for her and I gasped at this. It was even better than the other parts of her worshipping. 

Then she gave me another surprise. She gently let her nightgown off her shoulders. Her body was incredible. Evenly toned, smooth and slender, I couldn't figure out which part was best. She took my feet in each hand and brought them up to her luscious tits and starting rubbing my soles against them. She had pleasure me, not it was my turn. I put my strength into my legs and put pressure about her breasts. She closed her eyes and starting moaning softly. She let go of my feet when I started getting the hang out this. It was like sponge waxing a car, except actually dirty. I put my lip and increased my rubbing. She gasped a little more and coaxed me to continue. My blue toes scrunched up against the edge of her bra and she slipped it off and it fell to floor. Now I had my feet against her tits and it felt like having my feet on a soft floor. 

After rubbing more, I got up. She looked at me questioningly, but I didn't hesitate. I went straight for her right tit and started sucking on her nipple. She gave a louder moan out of surprise. She wasn't the only one that wanted to be spontaneous. I sucked on her left nipple with equal rigor. I had never thought I would experience a woman like this. I didn't care right now and my only concern was her pleasure. I stopped sucking on her breasts and looked up at her. She was looking at me in a way I had wished a boy would someday do to me. I got off the table and stood in front of her. We soon embraced each other's body and merged ourselves in a passion kiss. Her lips were incredible soft and I couldn't resist bringing my tongue out. She had the same thought and now I was tasting the inside of her mouth. This felt so right to me and I never wanted to leaving her embrace. The only thing that was happening right now was pure passion. 

We ended our kiss and I motioned her to her bed. She quickly slipped onto the bed and curled her body on it like a cat. I got to the edge of the bed and looked down at her feet. I took her right foot and delivered it into my mouth. If she could do it to me, it was my turn to pleasure her luscious feet. I swept my tongue across her sole up and down, trying not to miss a spot. She began moaning again and parted her panties, revealing her wet pussy. She started stroking herself while my tongue stroked both of her her heavenly feet. I went for her toes in about the same fashion as she had with mine. They tasted like sweet sugar that was melting in my mouth. Her daughter's feet didn't taste nearly as delicious as these did. I was getting myself even wetter from the taste. I spit on her feet, doing my best to soak in my mouth's own juices. To she her feet covered wet was a surprising turn on. 

Now that her feet were soaking wet from my multiple licks, it was time to treat Angela herself. We embraced again for another short, but equally as passionate kiss. Then she pulled me off. "Taylar, under the pillow is something I want you to try on." I went for the pillow while she continued stroking her wet pussy. I reached under the pillow and felt something that felt like a rod. I brought it out and gasped. It was a strap-on dildo. I had found one of these in one of my fellow cheerleader's lockers. She later came out that she was in fact of lesbian and had used it on her girlfriend. I was a bit sickened at the time, but I wasn't this time around. I slipped the contraption on and played with my new fake dick. No wonder it sucked to be a boy, having a real one sticking out every time you had a boner. The dildo was about eight inches and was rather thick. "I've used it other than on myself," Angela explained. "I've always imagined a beautiful woman like yourself putting it on and fucking me with it." 

I smiled. Today was her lucky day. I took the dilldo and prepared to stick it in. Angela slipped over her soaked panties and spread her legs. Despite the fact I had a vagina myself, I had never thought about how much more beautiful it is compared to a dick. Maybe boys weren't worth the trouble. I slid the dildo inside of Angela, prompting her to give out her loudest moan so far. I started thrusting the fake dick inside of her, going as fast as I could. Angela grabbed the side of the bed and mattresses and started breathing heavily, accompanied by her loud moans. I couldn't feel myself inside of her, but the thrusting made me feel a part of the fucking process. It wasn't long before she announced she was going to come. I removed the dildo and she aggressively pulled my face to her clit. Before I could say anything, a stream of hot juices erupted onto my face. I opened my mouth to started draining them before my face would be covered. The colorless goo tasted like honey and I found myself licking at it without explanation. The juices finally stopped flowing and Angela's hand relaxed. She looked like she had just finished a marathon. She was sweating all over and gasping for air. I laid down next to her in her arms. "Angela, "I said, that was incredibly hot."




Taylar's Awakening Ch. 03



Angela laughed a little and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "You were incredible Taylar...now how would you like to feel my dildo inside of you?"

I nodded happily and got up removed the dildo. She strapped in out to her sexy thighs and told me to lie the bed and remove my panties. They too, were soaked in my pre-cum juices. My pussy wasn't nearly as large and I this was going to be tighter. She leaned over me and I was braced for her dildo. However, she stuck her tongue inside instead. "Honey, you are so tight," she said. "Let me loosen you up a bit." She continued with her tongue action, deeper and deeper inside. I was moaning incessantly at this point. The pleasure that I had felt thus far wasn't comparable to this. It was almost too much pleasure for me to take. 

She was soon satisfied and announced that I was open enough. She took the dildo and slowly slid in itself my pussy. I let out a small scream at the sudden feeling of the rod inside of me. It was slightly painful but mostly an awesome feeling. She pumped in methodically and slow at first. She was letting me adjust first. Surely and slowly, she increased the speed of her pumping until she was going at a pace I was with her. I moaned, groaned and yelled at the power of her fucking. I knew I was going to cum, but I need to prolong it. I didn't want this to end so soon.

After a few minutes of constant pounding, I announced that I could take anymore. I let my juices drip out and I even started squirting out. Angela bent and tried to get as much of my juices as possible. I was gushing out much more than she had. Eventually, the torrent ended and I relaxed. Now I felt like I had run the marathon. I was shaking all over at my sexual release. Angela snuggled with me and we held each other for what seemed like forever. I felt so close her now that I never wanted to let go. 

"Angela?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"I love you."

She looked at me and gave me a quick kiss and replied, "I love you too sweetie." We got up and decided to take a shower together to clean off our juices. It was my third shower of the day, but I didn't mind. We washed each other, felt up each other's bodies, kissed under the hot steaming water and caressed each others feet. She wiped off my fading toenail polish, promising me that she would repaint it any color I wanted tomorrow and work on my hair for at her salon tomorrow, free of charge. I was excited for her to do something with my looks finally. After drying off and brushing my teeth, we went back to my room. She tucked me in like a little child she gave me another kiss on the lips and said goodbye.

Before she left I stopped her. "Tomorrow is our last day together," I said sadly. 

She gave me her warm smile. "Then we have to make the best out of tomorrow then." She turned my light off and walked back to her room. For a second day in a row, she left me excited for the next day. I rubbed my clean soles together under the covers. I was going to make the best of our last day together. I almost exactly feel asleep, thinking about Angela and how much I loved her.....



Taylar's Awakening Ch. 04



"This is my fourth and final story in this series. This is Taylar's last day at Stephie and Angela's house, so it's time for things to get really serious. Hope you all have enjoyed this series. Who knows, maybe Taylar has more in store in the future. If you like (or hate) her character, please let me know. Please send me comments and PM's as much as you can.Thanks!"



 For the second night in a row, I slept like a log. The wonders that occurred last night seemed to be like a dream that happened in my peaceful sleep. Fortunately, I knew it did actually happen. My body was loose as could be, thanks to Angela's sweet therapy. I removed the blanket to inspect my toes. The polish had been removed last night by Angela. My size ten feet were once something I was embarrassed about, however, now I was happy with them. I caressed my smooth, long soles, going back to when Angela had her sweet tongue on them. My toes were slender and long, but apparently were tasty looking and adorable.

 Today was my last day here and I hoped to make the most of it. My best friend, Stephie, and I were going to Angela's salon today for a full treatment today: facials, massages, hot-tubs, pedicures and manicures. I was so excited because I've never had something like this before in my life. I didn't come from much money, so pampering like this was out of the question. Plus, I knew Angela had much more in store for me today.

Last night, I lost my virginity to Angela, a married woman who appreciated me for being me. Now really, I'm not a lesbian or anything, but Angela is the only person I've ever wanted to be with. She is literally a forty year old woman in a late twenty's body. You could even guess that Stephie and Angela were sisters. She had curly, blonde hair like her daughter, but slightly shorter. Her body had the perfect proportion and shaped like a supermodel. Her feet, which I came to know intimately last night, were about a size eight and taken well cared of. They were wrinkled at the bottom, but smooth on top. Plenty of places for me to lick. On her toes were silver polish that gleamed well with her feet. Literally, I thought she was perfect. Best of all, she thought the same about me. It didn't matter to her if I was really skinny or looked awkward in my own eyes.

I went straight to the bathroom and fixed up my hair. After so many showers yesterday, I felt like I had no need to take yet another one this morning. I noticed that it was raining outside and a bit cooler, to my disappointment. That meant no pool time on my last day. "Oh well," I thought to myself. "I have something better in store for me." I put on a pair of comfy jeans, a red t-shirt and slipped on my black flip-flops. I tossed my long hair around, trying to look somewhat presentable. After what seemed like a hour of combing, I finally went downstairs for breakfast to find Stephanie there.

My best friend was already making waffles for us and greeted me as I came in the room. Stephanie, or Stephie as I call her, is a shorter version of her mother in many aspect. She has the same blonde hair, but not as curly and slightly longer than her mom's. She had a very innocent face with large blue eyes and slight freckles that were only noticeable if you were right in her face. Stephie's personality was a bit more bubbly than her mature mother, but she got her smarts from her indeed. Today, Stephie was wearing similar jeans and a black college football shirt on.

I returned the greeting and sat on the far chair next to where she sat. Stephie went back to making the waffles and turned her back to me. While doing so, I couldn't help but take a peek at her slightly oversized feet. I noticed that she had also removed her nail polish, probably because she was getting a new color today as well. Stephie's feet were more wrinkled on the bottom than her mom's but they were cute nonetheless. Only yesterday, I had actually licked her feet with her insistence. I preferred her mom's feet, but getting to lick my best friend's feet was quite an experience. In fact, it made me see Stephie in a new light. Although she had no idea that I had liked our little foot experience, or that her mom and I were sleeping with each other, I didn't feel guilty or nervous about it. In fact, I even felt like bringing her into the fold.

"I wonder what Angela would think about that?" I asked myself. Before I could think about it any further, Stephie sat down and put my plate in front of me. Another thing about my best friend and roommate is that she is a terrific cook. I took a bite of her extra fluffy waffles and gave a satisfied look. "Stephie, I don't know what I'm gonna do without you cooking for me one day," I said teasingly.

Stephie laughed and gave me a nudge. "I don't know Tay-Tay, maybe you should marry me and you'll never have to go without my cooking." We both laugh and continue eating. In my mind, however, I was still thinking about it. Maybe their was more to what she said. Before coming to their house, I had never considered being a lesbian or engaging in anything like it. Yet, last night, I had sex with another woman and enjoyed it immensely. It was so confusing, yet felt so right.

I had to stop myself because I felt the heat in my clit starting to rise. Even thinking about it turned me on. I pushed all my feelings aside and concentrated on enjoying my time with Stephie. This was my last day here and I wouldn't get to see Stephie until school started again. We finished our food, cleaned up the kitchen and went into the living room to chat. Hoping to keep my attention away from her body and my developing feelings, I kept the conversation going. We talked about everything from the upcoming school year to fashion stuff.

"You are going to love mom and dad's spa Tay-Tay!" Stephie exclaimed. "My mom might even being working on us personally. Usually, she lets the other employees work on me."

"Yeah, I really hope it's your mom, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with anyone else," I admitted. I honestly wasn't sure having someone else touch my feet was a good idea. Besides, I had a feeling that it was Angela that would be working on us. "What could she been thinking up for me?" I wondered. Angela seemed to have a plan tomorrow to make the last day the best day.

It didn't take too long for me to find out. About an hour later, we were off to the spa for our appointment. The rain had picked up quite a bit since I woke up, but Stephie was an excellent driver and of course knew the streets well. We arrived at the salon about twenty minutes later. We ran into the spa as fast as we could so we didn't get soaked. Laughing the whole way, we walked into a very quiet reception lobby. The room was small, but homely, not like an office building. The receptionist was typing on the computer in a hurried fashion, not looking up to us until we got to the desk. The receptionist, a woman in her mid-twenties from the look of it gave us a warm smile.

"Hi Stephanie, staying dry?" the receptionist, whose name was Kathy, asked jokingly.

Stephie replied likewise, but my attention was drawn away from the conversation when I saw Angela approaching us from the side door. Dressed up in a simple pair of matching white pants and a shirt, she looked like she was a nurse or something. Along with her scrubs, she was wearing tennis shoes (to my disappointment) and had her hair tied back. She smiled at me and came up to us.

"You girls ready for some pampering," she asked, already knowing the answer. Both Stephie and I nodded our heads vigorously. Angela giggled and beckoned us through the door to the spa area. First up was a small changing area, where Stephie and I changed out of our slightly damp clothes and into robes. Once again, I felt myself unable to draw my eyes away from her when she was stripping down. Like me, she kept her bra on, but I got the eyeful I wanted. Her small frame, coupled with her reasonable large breasts made me feel inadequate. My breasts were nothing to brag about and my skinny, tall frame really couldn't boast anything curvy. Again, I felt insecure and horny at the same time and wanted to be somewhere else.

"Get it together Taylar," I said to myself. "She's your best friend, she doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." I put on my robe and went outside, where Angela was waiting. She gave me another smile, one that I returned. Right then, I wanted to go up to her and kiss her, but I knew that we would probably be seen and it wouldn't be appropriate. Stephie came out next, ready as I was for our day at the spa. Angela asked us to follow her, and we happily obliged, walking down the hallway.

Two hours later, my discomfort from earlier was long gone. Since then, Stephie and I had been treated to a relaxing hot bath, sauna, facials, full body massages, hair styling and manicures. Right now, I was relaxing in my robe, with my hair being dried while a specialist was doing my feet. I expected it to feel weird now that there was someone else touching my feet. Fortunately, it was this kind, older woman who was gentle and professional. Angela had done my massage and facials, but otherwise was working on her daughter. I guess I couldn't blame her, but I was still looking forward to whatever something she had in mind for me. I knew the spa was part of it, but I was greedily hoping for more

The lady working on my feet had just finished cleaning them. She looked up at me. "So what color are we going to do today little miss?" she asked politely.

I hadn't thought about it much. My last color had been dark blue, so I wanted to something different. My first thought was orange, like Stephie had done. I easily dismissed that, since it was only cute on her. Then, I remembered Angela's amazing feet, and how she had a metallic silver color. Again, I thought that was kind of being copycat. I looked down at the lady and asked, "What do you think would be a good color? You're the expert."

She laughed a bit and then seemed to think about it. "Well, I think dark red or black would work with your hair style."

"I think I will go with red then," I said quickly. I hadn't used red in awhile, so I wanted to try that again. She went right to work on my right foot, and I went back to relaxing my head back. I was enjoying this pampering so much. I couldn't wait to see my hair after it was done drying. I looked around for Stephie, but she wasn't in the room. Most of the time, we had done this stuff together and my awkward feelings for her had melted away mostly. I wanted to talk to her or at least see what she was doing. Angela was also gone, so I was guessing they were with each other.

My attendant finished my toes before I knew it and told me to just relax and sit down for about ten minutes or so. I looked down at my long, slender toes. The nails looked cute with the dark red polish on them. The polish had a glittery, metallic look and I loved it. She turned a fan on near my feet to help the polish dry.

 Thirty minutes later I was back in the changing room, putting on my clothes. Stephie and Angela were still nowhere to be seen and I was starting to worry. What was I going to do now if they weren't around? I waited a few minutes for Stephie, then an attendant came in.

 "Is your name Taylar?" she asked me. I replied yes and she smiled. "Angela and Stephanie are waiting for you in the VIP lounge."

 She led me down the hall and up some stairs. The second floor looked more like a small hotel than a spa, expect cleaner and nicer. After taking a right, the attendant stopped at a door and motioned me to go in. I opened the door and walked into a very cozy looking lounge, complete with a huge plasma TV, couches, recliners, a table with food on it, and a king sized bed with drapes. Angela and Stephie were at the table, chowing down on ice cream. Both acknowledged and smiled at me. I sat with them, as they pushed me a bowl of chocolate ice cream, my favorite. I began chowing down on the chocolatey goodness, talking to the girls about how our spa day was.

For the third time today, I gave Stephie a look over. Instead of changing into her normal clothes, she had stayed in her robe. I looked down at her feet and was surprised to see she was wearing a pair of high heels I had never seen her wear before. They were silver heels with easily undone straps and tall enough to make up for her lack of height. Apparently, she had gone with having her toenails painted black, something she never did as she liked bright colors. It was kind of sexy for some reason, so I wasn't complaining in the least bit.

Then I noticed that Angela was dressed about the same. She also was wearing a robe and black high heels and her silver toenails were still the same. She had let down her radiant hair and it flowed smoothly to her shoulders. Both of these girls looked lovely, then there was me, in my regular outfit. I felt like something was going to happen, but I was surprisingly calm knowing that. However, I did not see what was coming in the least bit.

Stephie put down her spoon and straightened herself. Something was definitely on her mind, and she looked over at her mother expectantly. Angela noticed and gave her only daughter a puzzled look.

"What's wrong sweetie, don't you like your ice cream?" Angela asked.

Stephie gave out a big sigh and looked over at Angela. "Mom, I want to know what you were doing last night with Taylar."

I dropped my spoon and almost gagged on the current scoop of ice cream in my throat. Had she heard us last night? It wasn't impossible, seeing as we were so loud.

Angela was calm, but serious. It was like she had been asked a business question, not about if she had been sleeping with her daughter's best friend. After a pause, Angela spoke up. "Honey, I gave Taylar a massage last night and yes, we did have our intimate moments together."

Stephie didn't seem surprised, which meant she knew it happened, she just wanted to hear it from her mom. "Then are you a lesbian mom?"

Angela's expression softened. I felt bad for her, having to explain to her daughter something like this right now. "Yes and no honey. Yes, I like women, but I love your father more. Your father knows this, but he also knows I'm committed to both him and you."

Stephie's expression did the opposite, it harden up and she looked like she was about to punch something, or someone in the face. I felt like I didn't belong in the room, so I tried excusing myself, but Stephie lifted up a hand, telling me to stop. Stephie got up from her seat and walked over to her mom, seemingly fuming. As she walked over, Angela got up from her seat, facing her daughter. I closed my eyes and looked away when they met, expecting to hear the sound of Stephie slapping her mom across the face in a fury. Seconds passed, yet I didn't hear it. Instead, I heard something shockingly different.

I looked up and almost fell out of my seat. "What the hell?!" I exclaimed. Stephie, on her tiptoes, was mouth to mouth with her own mother. Not the sweet little kisses mom and daughter share, but full on making out, tongue and all. I was so confused at this turn of events. I thought Stephie was going to bitch slap Angela for sure. Once again, I felt like I should leave the room and got up to do so.

Stephie and Angela stopped. "What's the matter Tay-Tay, you don't want in on the action too," Stephie said. Both girls disengaged from each other and walked to me. Terrified at this point, my body refused to move. Stephie got to me first, stood up on her tiptoes again and brought her inviting lips up to mine, kissing me seductively. My mind froze and that moment seemed to last a lifetime. Stephanie, my best friend, kissed me as if I was her longtime lover. Her soft, moist lips felt like a deadly sin that my body couldn't live without. I couldn't return the kiss, yet I couldn't push her away for the life of me. It felt so right to my quivering body.

Next, Stephie brought her small, but talented hands up my sides of my body, caressing her sinful pleasure upon me. "Am I dreaming?" I thought to myself. Then, Stephie grabbed my breasts and the shock brought me back to my senses. Without thinking, I brought my hands against her perky breasts and started returning her passion-filled kiss. This was what I had wanted all day, and I wasn't going to be afraid of getting it. Stephie and I's tongues soon met and we exchanged love and saliva with every passing second. This was heaven, if there was ever one,

Angela approached me slowly from the back, caressing my body. She brought out her own tongue and started licking my neck, making the hairs on it stick up and goosebumps formed. Too much pleasure started overwhelming my delicate sexuality. I brought myself out of Stephie's kiss and turned my affection to Angela. Talented as her daughter, she rolled her tongue around my mouth and brought her right hand on my already wet pussy. I started removing her robes, excited to get started with her.

However, Angela stopped me and gently grabbed me. "Oh not yet sweetie. First, we want to

start with you...head to toe," she said seducingly. Then, Stephie grabbed me from behind and they pushed me abruptly onto the bed. I was feeling so violated and dirty, but I loved the feeling of being pushed around. Both girls then threw off their robes, revealing themselves to be completely naked other than their heels on their feet.

 "Now be a good little girl and let us work our magic, you little fucking slut," said Stephie. She looked so incredibly hot, standing over me, with her shapely breasts bouncing up and down as she leapt on the bed, with Angela doing the same. Stephie grabbed my right leg, while her mom went for the left. Stephie looked at my feet. "Meow....sexy red polish huh Tay-Tay," she said teasingly. She took my flip flop off and pressed it against her nose, sniffed it and giggled "Pew! Your shoes stink hehehe!" Then, she opened her mouth slowly, brought her tongue out and gave my long toes a big, wet lick.

 The friendly sensation of having my feet licked again blurred my senses and I got caught in the moment. I felt Angela's tongue going up the arches of my left foot, striking pleasure areas I hadn't known about til this weekend. Having both my feet licked made me squirm in pleasure over the bed. Both their talented tongues coated my soles in an envelope of saliva, not missing a single spot. It's hard to exactly explain the feeling of being turned on by foot worship. The best way is like when a guy is being stroked really softly by something wet.

 Both girls started sucking on my long toes, taking in them one at a time and then concentrated on my big toe. Sucking on that toe seemed to be my weak spot and I found myself moaning loudly. The rush of hot juices to my pussy started to intensify. As if they knew their magic was working, both Angela and Stephie nodded to each other and did something I thought was impossible: they took all my toes into their mouths at once. I let out a huge gasp at the sudden sensation of having their warm mouths completely entrapping my toes. For whatever reason, my toes reacted by wiggling inside their mouths. They didn't let go though, and the heat increased. Finally, the girls let go, almost gagging at this point.

I lifted my feet to where I could see them. They were dripping wet in saliva. It was so disgusting, yet so incredibly hot at the same time.

 "Ok Stephie, let's have a bit more fun with Taylar," Angela said. Stephie nodded and with a naughty look on her face, climbed over me. Resting on top of me, she started making out with me. I closed my eyes and embraced my best friend, gratefully accepting her tongue in my mouth. She kissed so differently than a boy. Stephie wasn't trying to force her tongue down my throat, she was dancing it around the inside of my mouth. Suddenly, I felt Angela's fingers unzipping my jeans, bringing them down off of me. My panties went with them and I my vagina was wide open, already soaking wet from my worship. I continued making out with my sexy best friend, feeling her body over mine.




Taylar's Awakening Ch. 04



Angela didn't waste time being left out, she brought her mouth against my clit and started licking it feverishly. The rate of her licking made my tongue in Stephie's mouth go crazy. Things were starting to get really hot right now.

 Stephie took herself off of me, pulling me up. She removed my shirt and unhitched me bra for me. I was totally naked, being eaten out by Angela and Stephie started sucking on my tits. My body was so confused, having too many places of pleasure being touched. I wanted to get into the action, not be the action. I looked over at Angela. She looked back and understood what I wanted. Angela climbed over me and turned around, her back to me and her feet out.

I took the right foot and removed her heel, only concerned about her foot itself. I looked over her perfect milf feet. Tan, smooth, with a nice large sole and nicely shaped toes. I opened my mouth and started sucking on her toes. The taste of her feet was so fucking sweet, not salty. I loved sucking on her toes because she would wiggle them inside my mouth. The pumping of her feet back and forth in my mouth made having a dick in your mouth seem silly. I dragged my tongue along her arches, like there was a road for it to follow.

I heard a groan of satisfaction escape Angela as she was now tonguing the inside of my clit. Stephie was still sucking away at my nipples, making me feel overwhelmed sexually. I knew I would cum very early if they continued at this pace. I wanted to say something, but Angela stuck her other foot in my face. I smiled, I knew I was being challenged. I removed the other shoe, took both of her big toes, and shoved them in my mouth. I sucked on those tongues like lollipops; juicy, tasty, candy lollipops.

Stephie must have gotten the hint that feet were my turn on, and moved away a bit. She removed her heels as well, got on her back, and put her feet on my nipples and started playing with them. Stephie's oversized feet worked their magic on me. It was just as pleasant as her sucking. She pinched, pushed, and shoved on my swollen breasts, and I was on the verge of cumming.

Angela noticed first and started fingering me as fast as she could. Stephie increased her pumping on my tits. It was coming, I could feel it. With the loudest yell I could muster, I let a huge stream of cum out of my vagina. Stephie let go of my boobs. She and her mother crowded around my pussy like it was a watering hole. They lick away my juices in a minute. I breathed hard, exhausted from my largest orgasm ever.

The girls finished and move off of me. "Oh god, that was hot!" Stephie said. "You were right mom, Taylar is awesome in bed."

I looked over, confused. "You talked about this already?" I asked puzzled.

Angela laughed. "Yes dear, Stephie and I have sex often. Why do you think she is so good?" I was shocked. They practiced incest regularly? "Now, I think it's your turn dear," she said to Stephie.

I pushed my thoughts aside, it was my turn to pleasure Stephie. Angela started making out with her daughter again, pushing her into the pillows. Stephie giggled and returned her mother's affection. I looked down at my best friend's feet. Again, I had a chance to worship them. I started licking the soles of her feet, navigating my tongue around her arches and every wrinkle. The pedicure had made her feet clean, so no sweat, but plenty of pleasure nonetheless.

While I dined on her feet, my eyes caught on something next to the bed. It was a pair of fresh strap-ons. I loved Stephie's feet, but the strap-ons last night were the best part. I left her feet and went straight for the first toy. I quickly strapped it on my body. Angela got up and seemed to be thinking the same thing as me. She attached her set on and got back on the bed and looked at me. "Together than?"

I nodded with gusto. "Together." Angela insert her rod into her daughter's moist pussy lips and started pounding. I got underneath and slid my toy up her tiny little ass, which prompted a cry for my best friend. I started pounding her ass opposite Angela, making Stephie's moan loud and vigorously. It was like a machine pumping pistons back and forth. I put all my sexual energy into fucking my best friend. It was fulfilling my dream of fucking her that I had all day. Stephie, Angela and I were one.

The double penetration was too much for little Stephie and she came harder than even I did. Angela and I scrambled to lick the delicious juices that had fallen to her legs.

Stephie didn't take long to recover though, and forced herself on top of her surprised mother. My best friend was in beast mode, and she hungered for her mom's cum. Stephie started munching on her mom's pussy, so I brought my small ass over her face, giving my lover something to play with. Angela's tongue made my sensitive asshole quiver in sexual excitement. The woman enjoyed the taste of woman in her mouth, that was for sure.

"Tay-Tay, help me finish her off," Stephie told me a few minutes later. I was so lost in the moment that I had forgotten Angela was the one we were pleasing. I jumped to Stephie's aid and we started both licking Angela's huge clit. It was bit more difficult to make an experience woman cum. Then it hit me. I took Stephie out and whispered my plan.

We both took our toes, my right foot, her left foot and crammed as many of our toes into her pussy as we could. As I had expected, that did the trick. She gave the loudest yelp I've heard her do since I had first kissed her. We footfucked her harder now, getting her to cum harder than even us. Deeper and deeper, my foot went and it was starting to feel quite damp. Then, I felt a huge rush of fluids as she came before she could say anything.

The sticky cum dripped from my toes as I pulled out. I took my foot and started licking her cum of my toes. "Ummm....tastes like vanilla," I thought to myself. Angela looked like she had ran the marathon. Stephie and I snuggled close up to her. She smiled and drew us in closer.

"My two favorite girls...I could never imagine anything better. We all smiled and relaxed our exhausted bodies.

The next day I left to go back home. It was so hard to say goodbye to my two favorite ladies. We promised that this would happen again, hopefully sooner rather than later.

Angela took me aside for a second. "I don't expect this to mean you are a lesbian now, but you must be the person you want to be, sexually." After a quick, but passion filled kiss. I walked outside to my car.

Stephie hugged and kissed me next to my door. "At least we will have plenty to do when we get back to our room," she said with a wink. I nodded and got into my car. I drove slowly out the driveway, waving as I left their home behind. At least this wasn't goodbye, it was see you later.