Date: Sat, 29 May 2010 02:38:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Anna MicCray Subject: Annie Loves Feet Hello, my name is Annie, and I just stumbled on to this site and decided to share one of my own stories. It happened a few years ago, when I was thirteen. It was my first encounter with a girl, or with anybody for that matter, but it really defined who I am today. I'll give you a little information as a prelude to the actual events first. I think I always knew I liked girls, even when I was really little. I certainly never liked boys, although I had many male friends, but by eleven or twelve I was sure of it. I was a pretty typical tomboy chick, but not the butch kind. My parents loved to dress me up very girly when I was young, and while I grew out of the dress and skirt phase as soon as I was allowed to pick out my own clothes, I still liked to look "cute," with Hello Kitty kind of stuff, and tight jeans and such. My mom's really pretty, my sister, who's five years older than me, is gorgeous, and I'm not too bad either. Good genes I guess. We're all super-tall, me being the tallest, which has always made us stand out. I'm 5'11" now, and back then when I was thirteen, I was probably around 5'7", so I've always been the tallest girl in class, and I usually towered over the boys as well. Naturally everybody thought I'd be good at sports, particularly basketball, but I actually have no coordination when it comes to anything sports-related. As with the rest of the girls in my family, I'm also very thin, weighing at that time just about 115 lbs, and not too much more now. With that comes the fact that I've never had breasts, which I don't mind too much. An athletic body, with no athletic prowess, ha ha. However, I'm very proud of my nice butt, which has always been a perfectly round bubble. My green eyes, dirty blonde chin length hair, and pasty white skin, gained me some attention I guess. If I dressed like a cheerleader, I'd probably have been the most popular girl in school! Geez, talk about cocky. It should also be noted that I have, because of my height, pretty enormous feet. Now they're at a size 14 (in women's), and at that time they were a size 12. The reason that my foot size is significant is that I have an overwhelming foot fetish. I think I knew that back then too, because like most things in all of our lives, it was caused by childhood events. My feet were always a source of ridicule in my family, because even though it's something my female family members all share, mine were particularly large with long toes, which we all thought was hilarious, including myself. My sister's feet are smaller but not by much, and my foot fetish stems from her. When we were kids, she, like most older siblings I think, loved to boss me around. She'd have me get her sodas, or turn the channel on the television for her, and other such things, but one thing that she did more than anything was tell me to rub her feet. When she first started demanding foot rubs from me I remember being not that thrilled about it, but eventually she began giving me encouraging words. Apparently I give great foot massages, and once I realized that, I started to enjoy giving them to her. It was like I finally found something that pleased her, and I felt like I was in control for once. She turned to putty in my hands whenever I wrapped my hands around her feet. It seemed sexual with her too, like I was doing something that made her feel really good. She "made" me do this for her probably way longer than normal, if it was ever normal at all, until I was twelve. But that's when she went to college, and subsequently, I had no one to give foot rubs to. Luckily for me, I enjoyed my own foot massages as much as she did, so I still got to practice on myself what I thought of at the time as the perfect way to seduce a woman. And practice makes perfect, as I later found out. A quick note, the fastest way to a girl's heart is through her toes, trust me. It wasn't long until I started to really like feet. Everything about them seemed sexy to me now; their look, their feel, their smell (I loved not wearing socks just to increase that smell, actually), and even their taste. So that's about where this story begins. I was in junior high, and I had quite a few friends I guess. Like I said, mostly boys, because I wanted to get all the girls in my room alone and I was kind of shy. But there was one girl that was in my band class (yes, I was a band geek, I played clarinet) that was always super sweet to me. Julia. Julia was beautiful, by far the hottest girl in our class. She was very athletic, so she had the same body-type as me basically, but she was actually good at sports. She was on the soccer team, and sometimes I'd go to her practices, for as far as she knew "friendly support," but truthfully I just loved to watch her in those tiny shorts. She had the cutest little nose, pouty lips, freckles in all the right places on her cheeks, and a brown pony tail that hung down mid-neck. Why this goddess was friends with a girl like me I had no idea, but I didn't question it. I often thought that during our interactions it was horrbily obvious that I had a crush on her, and maybe that fed her ego and contributed to her interest. Looking back though, I wasn't drooling over her, when she was around at least. I kept it pretty cool. Somehow or another, she ended up inviting herself over to my house to sleep over one Friday night. My parents were of course Ok with it, since I never have anyone stay over, and apparently her parents didn't mind either. Needless to say I was terrified and excited. After soccer practice she said, she'd come over to my house. I ran home after school past my parents, shouting to them I'd be having a guest over for the night, which as I thought, they were more than encouraging of. But I was worried. We'd never hung out before after school. Did she just want to be friends or maybe...more? Was I just going to make idle chit chat while I lusted over her? I had no idea how to speak girl-talk. Should I make a move on her? Try to kiss her? I really had no idea. Soon it was four forty-five, and she came to the door. I introduced her to my parents, and we ate dinner. All in all a good night. We watched a movie downstairs, one of the Friday the 13th ones, then talked about how much we hated our teachers, ate some ice cream. I guess that was normal. Soon we were up in my bedroom, and I really got nervous. She said she wanted to share my bed with me! Not in a way that was really sexual, but still! It was getting late, so we decided to get dressed for bed. I really didn't know what that meant, as I'd never had anyone sleep over before. I was surprised however, that what Julia meant by dressing for bed was a tight-fitting tanktop and underwear. I was in awe. She didn't wear a bra, because as we were both so young and thin, she didn't have much of a chest either. But her nipples were in plain sight; I could see them through the shirt and I almost cried at the beauty. Quickly I found a very small shirt that I had and put it on, and stripped down to my underwear as well. I remember seeing her panties and being mesmerized: they were white cotton with a thin bubblegum-pink lace trim. They looked as though she'd had them since she was younger, worn from wash and wear. As for mine, I'd always been fond of little boy underwear, particularly Batman, the ones that were too small for my large butt. She made some cute comment about how she liked them. I blushed hard. Julia picked up a random guitar magazine I had lying around and flipped through the pages. We talked a little about it and she seemed impressed with my knowledge. Then she surprised me with another comment. "Wow, I love your toes!" She said. "Huh?" "The color, it's really pretty." I looked at my feet. While I never painted my fingernails, I always painted my toe nails. I kept them very short, and at that time they were a very subtle light pink. "Oh thanks!" I replied. Like a good foot fetishist girl, I never wore socks since I had a big thing for the smell of my feet after a day of sweating in my Chuck Taylors. Julia still had her socks on though. "You don't paint yours?" "No, I'm always wearing tennis shoes for sports so I just never did." I saw a window! "Well, hey I have a huge bag full of colors. If you want I could paint them for you!" Her face lit up. "I'd love that!" I went to my closet quickly and pulled out the enormous bag of nail polish. "So," I said, sounding quite professional in the one girly thing I had knowledge about. "You have really pale skin like me, so you either want a really light color like mine, or a really dark color. Maybe a dark brown or purple. Very deep." "How about the one you have?" "Oh you want to match huh?" I said with a grin. "Sure, I bet they'll look very sexy." She smiled at that, and I loved it. She continued to glance through the magazine as I took one of her feet in my hands and put it in my lap. I grabbed the elastic band and began to peel the sock off of her right foot. As I touched her sock I could feel the sweat and I immediately got turned on. I'd forgotten she'd had soccer practice earlier that day after school! I didn't savor taking the other sock off as much to avoid arrousing suspicion in her. But she was finally barefoot, this beautiful girl laying on my bed in her underwear. The smell of her feet wafted up to me and it was all I could to stop from pouncing on her. As Julia looked through the magazine, I painted her toenails, paying very strict attention to make them absolutely perfect. Finally I was done. She looked down at them and smiled widely. "Hey, those look great!" she said. "Yeah they do," I replied. "Now they just have to dry." "Oh, I can't move them for a while huh?" I shook my head. "They dry kind of fast though." Then a thought occured to me. "Hey, how about I give you foot massage while they dry?" "A foot massage?" she asked. "Yeah, I give great foot rubs, trust me. You'll love it." "Well, yeah, that'd be great!" she said enthusiastically. I could hardly control myself. I picked up her right foot again and lay it in on my leg. "God, my feet are so huge," Julia said with a laugh. "You're kidding right? Look at this...," I said as I held my left foot up to her right. The moment our soles touched I shuddered with sexual feelings. I hadn't realized exactly how in to feet I was until now! "Check that out." My toes could nearly wrap around her's. "Wow. Ha ha! Well, you're super-tall so your feet are supposed to be big." "Oh sure," I said. "I don't mind so much. I actually kind of like them." "Yeah, they're really pretty." I couldn't believe she said that, but I was certainly not upset about it. With that, I took her foot back in my hand and began my awesome foot-rubbing skills. I looked up at her and could see she was enjoying it thoroughly. She closed her eyes at that point, and I thought I must've been doing a pretty great job. Not long after that I thought I couldn't contain myself any longer. The feel of her foot in my hands was driving me crazy, and the smell made me want to scream. I decided it was time to see how much I could get away with. Time to be a little risky. I leaned forward and put my nose about an inch from the bottom of her foot and inhaled deeply. It was so intensely good, my crotch moistened immediately. I looked up to see if she could feel my breath on her foot but she didn't seem to notice. So I leaned in again and took in an even bigger wiff, this time keeping my face that close to her sole. My nose was positioned so that it was just between her big and second toe, right as they meet the actual foot. That's my favorite part by the way. I continued inhaling the smell of her foot for a few minutes, as I maintained rubbing her foot. Finally I thought it was time to take another risk: I was going to kiss Julia's foot. I puckered my lips, kept my eyes open, and leaned forward, giving my favorite spot a gentle peck. I moved my head back fast, just as she opened her eyes and looked down at me. There was some shock on her face, but she didn't say anything. She only smiled and closed her eyes again. She must not have noticed. "You weren't kidding, Annie, you're really good at giving foot rubs," she said with a giggle. "Good, I'm glad you're enjoying it." "How'd you get so good at that anyways?" she asked me. "Oh, well, I practice a lot on my own." I realized that must have sounded odd, but she didn't say anything in response. Finally she opened her eyes and said, "Sorry if my feet smell...." She was obviously kind of embarrassed, having no idea that I loved it. "I had soccer practice before I got here and didn't have time to shower. I hope it's not too bad." "Actually," I said, leaning towards her foot as I'd done before, putting my nose close to her toes. "Actually they smell good." "Hah, really?" she said, as if she didn't believe me. "Well I'm glad you like it." I returned her smile. It was time to be truly bold. I leaned down and kissed the bottom of her foot again, this time as she watched me. "Of course I do!" I said. She was surprised to say the least. She didn't say anything, and didn't make any faces, she only looked at me with wide eyes. I smiled at her, continuing to rub her feet. She didn't pull away, and I found that an encouraging sign. Finally she smiled at me back. This was it. I had to do something if I ever was. So many thoughts were going through my head and I can't relate them to you fairly. But, I knew that I had her in my bed, undressed almost totally, with her bare foot in my hand, just begging to be kissed again. "You know Julia," I told her, looking at her foot closely. "Your feet are kind of dirty...." I think this may have shocked her more than the foot-kiss! "I could clean them for you if you'd like." She stared blankly at first. "...Clean them?" I nodded. "Umm...Ok." I switched positions so that I was sitting Indian-style. I held her foot up to my face and examined it. It was so gorgeous. I really have no idea why I like feet so much, or what it is about them that truly arrouses me. But I've never felt more horny than at that moment. I leaned my face forward, licked my lips and kissed just below her toes on her sole. I felt her quiver as I did this and I smiled to myself. I kissed her foot again, this time with my mouth slightly opened. I was amazed how calm we both were about this; two thirteen year old girls having a close, sexually-fueled encounter, alone in a dimly lit bedroom. I couldn't have been happier. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and pressed it against her heel, making it as broad as possible. I licked all the way up the bottom of her foot, from her heel to the tip of her big toe. I can still remember the taste today.... I glanced up at Julia and saw her eyes closed and her mouth was open. I licked again, in the same pattern, tasting every inch of her right foot. Soon I was being a little more ravenous in my licks, making sure to feel her entire foot against my tongue. I was truly in heaven. She began moaning, very softly. I was ecstatic that she was enjoying this, seemingly as much as I was. I came to her toes finally, and licked around them in their entirety, making sure to get in between them as I made my tongue pointier. I can't describe how good her skin tasted. It was slightly sweaty and the smell of wearing shoes all day combined with that of my saliva, making the most enticing aroma I'd ever experienced. I began putting her toes in my mouth, sucking and savoring on them. The paint was dry but if it hadn't been I wouldn't have minded ingesting it at this point. I started with her baby toe, and then moved up the line to her big toe, paying special attention to it. I saw Julia's left hand grasping at the sheets of my bed in pleasure and figured I must be doing something right. I then gave the bottom of her foot one more big, almost playful kiss and lowered it so that I could see her eyes again. They opened and we stared at each other for a moment. Smiling, I said, "Alright, one down...," and picked up her left foot. She didn't protest or make any mention of awkwardness, so I assumed it was safe to continue. I mimicked the entire affair on her other foot, being a little more overt in how much I enjoyed doing this for her. I spent longer on her left foot, probably because I realized I could. She was also louder in her moans. By now, my underwear were soaked. I was so horny I was ready to explode! When I was done with her left foot I set it on the bed, smiling widely at Julia, who after a moment of catching her breath smiled back. "Wow," she said. Wow indeed! I bit my lip a little out of excitement and decided that if she had let me go this far, surely I could kiss her. I crawled up to her so that my legs were on either side of her midsection. I leaned my face down so that it was just about an inch from hers. I could feel her breath on my lips. Her eyes were huge, staring in to mine. Finally, I kissed her softly, with both of our mouths slightly open. I didn't make a move with my tongue although I wanted to more than anything. After several seconds, I broke off the kiss and smiled at her. "I can smell my feet on you," she said, almost giggling. "Good," I responded. "It's pretty good, huh?" She nodded and smiled. I kissed her again, this time adding my tongue. It met hers in her mouth and they examined each other thoroughly. I couldn't stop kissing her now. We made out for several minutes, as I eventually moved my hands so that they were caressing the sides of her face, playing with her hair. She was as eager as I wasas she began moaning again. I broke off the kissing and raised up. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over me, exposing my chest to her. Julia's eyes were once again huge, and she bit her lip subtley in response. "Should...?" she began. "She would be doing this?" I thought about it for a moment, and as much as I wanted to do everything in the world to this girl, I realized that I hadn't asked her if this is what she wanted. I felt pretty bad. "Well, you know I wouldn't do anything unless you wanted me to. If I'm going too far, then just let me know." Julia looked at me for a few seconds. "I just...don't know if I'm ready. You know?" I did know. And I wasn't sure I was ready either. I nodded and then lay down next to her, curling up with my face in her neck. "It's late anyways. We should probably get some sleep, huh?" She agreed. I wrapped my arms around her and she did the same to me, even going so far as to entangle her legs with mine. As we laid there in the dark, she rubbed her feet with mine and it felt ridiculously good. Then we fell asleep like that, together so close that you'd have thought it was one girl instead of two. Sometime in the night she woke up and took her shirt off as well, so that we were both only in our underwear. I'll admit that I lightly touched her budding breasts as she slept and it was amazing. I had no idea that that night would've turned out like that. It was far more than I could have ever hoped for. I figured that she would never mention any of what we did to anyone ever, and we didn't talk about it the next day. We ate breakfast, and shared a couple of devious looks. When she left though, her mom was downstairs as we said goodbye. Just before she bolted out the door she gave me a long kiss that meant the world to me. Later in the week she asked if she could stay the night again the following weekend. I of course said yes, and that led to even more fun with the incredible goddess of a girl, but maybe I should save all of that for next time.... It'll be worth it, I promise!