"I...what?" you stammer uselessly, searching frantically for a way out of what has just become a nightmare. Chrissy stands with one hand on her hip, looking irritably up at you. How does she know? You were so discreet!
...Weren't you?
Finally you sigh in defeat. "Yeah...I do," you groan.
"What's that?" she mocks you. "I didn't catch that."
You clench your teeth. "I like your feet."
She smiles wickedly. "Ha! I knew it! Ever since Wendy and I saw you drooling over Hayley's feet at lunch, I knew you were a foot freak!" She begins to laugh, and by now you wish you could crawl into a hole and die.
"Why don't you go take another whiff of my shoes? Oh, wait 'til I tell Wendy!" she laughs, dashing to the corner of her room and picking up a worn pair of pink socks. Your blood runs cold when she says that.
"NO!" you cry. "You can't tell anyone!" She ignores you, shoving the socks in your face. In spite of your panic, you stop to take a deep breath. The scent is rich and wonderful.
"That's right," Chrissy says. "Sniff my stinky socks." She slowly walks backward to her bed, socks in hand, and you follow her, zombielike. Reaching the bed, she sits, and hands the socks to you, watching as you bury your face in them. After a few moments she holds out her hand.
"All right," she says, "give me those." She snatches them from you, but before you can protest, she holds up her socked feet. "Now that you've gotten a sample, get to work on the real thing!" She giggles, wiggling her toes in front of you, then shoves her warm soles into your face.
"Smell 'em!" she orders, and she doesn't need to tell you twice. You inhale full force, drinking in the odor of her sweaty preteen feet. The scent is just the right mixture of leather and sweat, and you can't get enough. Chrissy curls her little toes around your nose and you continue to sniff them, the smell making you a bit lightheaded but more aroused than you have ever been. "Do they smell good?" she asks.
"Mmmmpphhmmm," you reply, and she giggles again. With a last big sniff, you begin to kiss her socked soles, from her heels to her toes, relishing the moisture of sweat on your lips. To your disappointment, she stop you.
"My feet are hot," she whines mockingly. "Take my socks off." Your heart pounds even faster than before when she says that. You grasp the ankle of her left sock and tug lightly on it, while Chrissy leans her head back and closes her eyes. You pull the sock down her ankle to reveal her soft heel, then grasp it at the toe, and peel it off. She wiggles her bare toes in the cool air, and you see she has painted them bright red. Your mouth watering, you slip off her other sock, and before you now is a pair of cute bare feet. Chrissy sighs realxingly but gives you no further orders.
What do you do?
Check out this link for a picture of Chrissy's feet: http://tycho1989.deviantart.com/#/d47q3o...
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