You were shuffling through your house, amassing all the cluttered shit that lie around the entrance--compiling them to a nearby closet with the intention of addressing the mess later. Upon forcing the closet door shut behind the unprecedented amount of clothes, textbooks, dishes and papers--all of which culminated into a mass beyond the closet's carrying capacity, you traced your house for any other obstructions that might cause a negative impression with Susie, because, well-- Goddammit, you were going to get somewhere with her today.
You were frantic. You were horny. And perhaps, you were overly optimistic. Susie wasn't a slut by any means, but you reasoned with all the fantasies starring her; thinking about Susie's feet has preoccupied your mind for too long now, and the only resolution left is to finally initiate some sort of move. You don't give credence to divine intervention, especially given the irony that would lend considering your intention with Susie, but it was hard to to deny the opportunity: Your parents were out for at least another six hours; the semester ended, leaving ample time for both you and Susie to not give a fuck about school and indulge; lastly, Susie actually agreed to come over today. The latter of which was the biggest caveat you could have thought of with respect to this fantasy.
The anticipation of finally admiring Susie's unsocked with close perusal was quickly punctuated by a doorbell. The doorbell. The doorbell to end all doorbells. She was finally here. You approach the hanging mirror close to the door, admiring at how freaking good-looking you are. And even if you were lacking in looks, at least you had certainty that you compensated with ego. After letting Susie wait for a few seconds--after all, you didn't want to answer it a decisecond after she rang the bell, lest you show your anxiousness-- you twist the knob on your door to be greeted with a rush of excitement, resignation, and consternation:
Susie stood at your porch, barefoot, as was prescribed awkwardly by you earlier; her feet weretanned to a scintillating complexion of amber, extending to her beautiful toes which were painted a black luster with perfect precision; on her right index toe, a ring was wedged with all the sexual decadence that frequently followed Susie, all atop normal, thin, blue flip-flops. Even the way the two plastic straps running in a Y shape from the sides of Susie's feet foot to the gap between her beautiful, sexy big toe and the index was hot. No, her feet weren't the cause of the trepidation you were suffering. Instead, there were a pair of equally sexy pair of white feet next to Susie's, this one with painted hot-red toes in black flip-flops. You already knew who these feet belong to as well; you've stared at them plenty through long periods of school: They belonged to Celia, Susie's best friend.
Now two pairs of incredibly sexy feet were at your doorstep, which one normally consider a good thing, given to how beautiful the feet were. Rather, you thought the extra pair of feet might ruin your plans with Susie.
Time to breakout that ego again.
"Hey! I brought Celie along too, if you don't mind?" Susie exclaimed with genuine excitement, diverting your attention from her feet to her actual face.
"Oh, hi!" Attempting some look of excitement that Celia is obstructing your big fantasy moment with Susie. Celie simply waved and smiled happily--she really was an incredibly nice and hot girl, but still, the feeling of your day's plan couldn't help but feel deflated at the sight of her.
You gestured them to come in, leading these two hot girls--with their flip-flops still loosely on their hot feet-- into the kitchen, offering a customary drink or snack. Upon their respectful decline and the occasional joke exchanged, you motioned towards the living room, plopping yourself on the couch, insinuating for them to do the same. Ideas were racing in your head at this point; their flip-flopped feet were subject in your house, and you were going to at least kiss them. Because again, you were damn beautiful, and if anyone deserved Susie's and Celia's sexy feet, it was you.
Your ego began to rise again.
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