Lost in her feet

Revenge

I was exausted - my manhood, now shrinking gradually, was aching of that diffuse pain characterising the moments immediately following any erotic intercourse. 

That foot-job, my goodness, had been a pure concentrate of exstasy. My mind wandered with lust and satisfaction, recalling the actions that had brought me to unimaginable peaks of pleasure: her warm, veiled soles rubbing my growing erection, her foot pressing onto my chest, the delicate but rich smell of her spreading toes...

As my breath regularised a bit, I looked at Clody; she didn't look distressed like me, not the bare minimum. She seemed very busy trying to clean her right nylon from my sticky, dense semen. 

The sight of her touching her own feet aroused me again, despite my energies being so low at the moment. She must have noticed, since she turned at me with her best malicious grin and said "you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?".

I smiled back, not sure what to say. 'Enjoyed?' I scoffed to myself 'today I've spilled out more than in the rest of my life'. 

I rested a few seconds on the sofa, looking at her. 'She's so damn hot' I repeated, with the usual regretful tone 'why can't we do this all the time?'. I admired her shapely hips as she stood up adjusting her dress; 'so sexy' I added.

A sudden feeling of generalised peace surrounded my thoughts; I felt so grateful she had finally fulfilled one of my deepest fantasies. My mind began to wander again, as it had been accustomed to do in these years: 'this means that she feels something towards me, she would have never done this for someone she doesn't like at all' I tried to reassure myself.

'I have to let her know I am grateful, her heart will soften towards me' I repeated.

"Clod..." I murmured, looking at the mass of her glowing black hair.

"Yes, Desmond?" she asked, turning to me.

"I... oh, well... thank you" I said, a bit embarassed as I remembered how things had developed unexpectedly in the last twenty minutes.

"Oh Des, come on" she smiled openly "we're friends and these things can happen between friends, don't you agree?" she finished, lightly patting my shoulder. "Plus, I had fun too, you know that" whispered naughtly "I had been curious to try, you know".

'Well, she could have realised that earlier' resumed bitterly the voice inside me. I exhaled and rested again against the sofa. The more I thought of it, the more I couldn't help but finding her argument a bit self-serving: why had this happened only now, if she knew so well what I liked and she was so curious about trying this? 

We had shared so much time together. And there had been moments in which I had felt the temperature rising quickly, much more than it had happened this time. So what was so special today?

"Well, I think I'll take a short nap now" Clody interrupted my thoughts, "then we'll resume our essay later and see what we can do about that". She laid on her side, her head resting on the sofa's arms; before lying down, she looked at me and her feet alternately, with a grin on her face.

"You can play with them if you want" said in a sexy tone "but no more stains. I'm meeting with Andy tonight and I don't want him to suspect anything". She giggled and finally laid her head down.

Andy. Him, again. 

Not only I had very little consideration of her boyfriend - a balding guy with sloping shoulders inflated by steroids and a monkey face, whose interests alternated between football and weed-smoking - but I really loathed when she talked about him. Even worse letting me know they had plans for the night...

'That son-of-a-bitch is gonna fuck her all night' said the voice. 'Andy-andy-andy-andy' I mocked inside my head, recalling all the times she had been lamenting he didn't give her enough attention, only to completely reverse her view the day after, when Andy became the example of 'perfect boyfrient'. My thoughts soured as I recalled how snobbishly he had addressed me that way, after the Physics exam, when he had come to drive her home.