a friend with a foot fetish

girl with a foot fetish

For three years now I have been the best-looking, most popular girl in school. I can’t help it that I was born better than everyone else, but I can damn well flaunt it. Of course being the most beautiful girl in school means that I have a group of friends that will do anything I say. They’re all gorgeous themselves, but they just lack the extra edge about them that I possess. Let me describe myself. I am an 18 year old woman with a perfect body which I don’t need to exercise to maintain. I have long brown hair, green eyes and smooth tanned skin. Whenever I walk down the street both men and women drool at the sight of me, and I love it. Everything in my life is perfect. My parents give me whatever I want, whenever I want and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Of course, being the best means that I get all of the special privileges. I am the head cheerleader at school which I am extremely proud of as I worked very hard to gain the position and use every chance I get to whip the team into shape. I’m a stern leader, but I think they all realise the work that is required to be the best. Unless we’re talking about me, hah!

I have a large collection of friends that follow me around and hang on to every word that I say. Being the best-looking, I make all of the decisions in our group and the girls rarely question anything I say. This is just a perk of being the queen bee and I have grown very accustomed to having my wishes obeyed.

The closet of my friends is probably Kristen. We’ve know each other for a long time and I would easily call her my best friend. She is also absolutely gorgeous, just like me. We are actually very similar in appearance, apart from one major difference which is Kristen has blonde hair. She is about half a foot shorter than me, which is appropriate as I think that being taller than her helps guys to notice me. Her breasts are slightly smaller than mine, which I like to show off, but they do look more in proportion to the rest of her. If she knew how good she looked then she might be a rival for my title. However she lacks my confidence and therefore she will always be in my shadow. That is how I like it anyway, she is always trying in various ways to please me and she will do whatever I say. It’s like there is an understanding between us, I am in control and she follows.

All was well and good in my life until recently. School was boring as usual so I was really looking forward to the weekend. Kristen came up to me in the hall and told me how her parents had gone away for the week, so would I like to spend the weekend at hers. Sure, why not I thought, it could probably be fun. We could give each other makeovers, talk about guys, maybe even get drunk off her parents alcohol.

I arrived at her house about five and we spent the next few hours in the living room watching some of Kristen’s dvds and working our way through her daddy’s wine cabinet. I hadn’t eaten and could feel the wine was going straight to my head, but I didn’t want to look like a lightweight in front of Kristen and belittle myself. Kristen on the other hand was handling the wine without any problems and I wondered whether she did this often.

Suddenly I noticed a strange odour in the air and it made my nose scrunch up. The smell confused me for a moment before I noticed that Kristen was removing her socks next to me on the sofa. I saw my chance to have a little fun, so I leant over and tickled the bottom of her foot, bringing a fit of adorable giggles from her. Kristen must have really been ticklish as she bucked all over the sofa. I had to grip her ankle tightly with my fingers, while running the fingers of my other hand over the sole and between her toes.

Trying to free herself from my torment of her, Kristen playfully lifted her free foot to my face and for some reason I didn’t try to move away. I could feel a tingle between my legs at the moment her toes made contact with my cheek and I didn’t know what to do. The temperature felt like it was rapidly rising in the room and I suddenly felt flustered, even more so with every second that passed by. Why couldn’t I just push her foot away? Kristen looked at me strangely as if waiting for me to do something and my hesitation was not helping my situation at all. Slowly she started rubbing her sweaty foot across my face, over my forehead, lips and eventually gripping my nose between her toes. Her eyes never left mine the whole time and she looked surprised that I offered no resistance at all. She wasn’t the only one, all I had to do was raise my hands and push her foot away but I just couldn’t.