After a bit of deliberation, you decide to keep rubbing Chrissy's feet. After all, she looks so happy, and kissing them or something would probably just freak her out. So you continue the massage, pressing your thumbs into her heels and arches, kneading the balls of her feet, and caressing her toes. The whole time, you hear her little moans and sighs of pleasure. You're afraid someone might notice the two of you, but when you look around the room, you see that Patricia is still engrossed in the stupid movie, and her parents are nowhere in sight. Patricia is dangling her flats, but at this point you don't care in the least. All your attention is on Chrissy, and you want her hot little feet more with each passing minute.
Just as you are about to give in and give her feet a quick sniff, you hear Chrissy's mother yell from the other room.
"Pizza's ready!" she calls, and Patricia heads for the kitchen. Chrissy opens her eyes and stretches her toes. The feeling of them moving in your hands gives you the chills.
"Thank you so much," she says. "You give good foot rubs!" She gets up and heads for the kitchen, but you remain in place, for you have devised a simple plan.
"You coming?" she asks.
"In a minute," you reply, pretending to tie your shoe. She nods and disappears around the corner. No sooner has she left than you crouch down next to her discarded Chucks, which look worn but still in decent shape. Your hands trembling a little, you grasp the right shoe and bring it to your nose. You breathe deep, inhaling the scent of young foot sweat mixed with canvas. It is intoxicating, and you take several more deep breaths, before paranoia gets the best of you. You rise and head for the kitchen, hoping no one will notice your erection.
You sit across from Chrissy at the table, talking about random things, but of course her feet are still very much on your thoughts. When you pretend to swat a mosquito under the table, you see she has them crossed at the ankles, curling her toes slowly. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure. You must be doing a good job of it, too, because Chrissy does not notice how distracted you are.
When you both finish eating, Chrissy turns to you. "You wanna play some games?"
"Sure," you say, not paying full attention. You follow her up to her room, and she shuts the door behind you. It takes you a moment to realize Chrissy is still standing right in front of you with a rather stern expression on her face.
"I have a question," she says seriously, advancing another step so she is inches from your face. "Do you like my feet?"
That snaps you back to reality. Your mind races for an endless moment. She has caught you. Do you admit to your fetish, in the hopes that she will indulge you? Or do you deny it, hoping to save your honor and try your luck with someone else?
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