You see Lizzie almost everyday, but this is a literal once in a lifetime opportunity: the chance to be in the same room with Charlotte with no 16 year old drama queen Tora to ruin the mood.
And besides, it’s only old friends from high school catching up and getting a drink together. No need for Lizzie to worry herself about that, plus you can stay long enough to tell Tora you’re blocking her number and to exit your life permanently.
Win-win on both sides, right?
“Well I guess I could hang around a bit, wait to pick up my stuff from Tora when she gets in,” you finally gave in, breaking into a sheepish smile that paled in comparison to Charlotte’s near ecstatic grin.
“Awesome! I promise I’ll make it worth your while!” she smiled, giving you a wink before opening the door all the way. Slipping back into her flip flop, she twirled around on her heel and sauntered back inside.
Her curvaceous hips continued to sway left to right almost hypnotically as you followed her inside Tora’s apartment, almost captivating you just as much as her flip flops slapping against her bare soles.
“Come on in, Ross. And please excuse my body odor, btw. Just finished lifting weights and running the ‘mill,” she said, demonstrating this by visible gagging as she inhaled from one of her damp armpits before looking over her shoulder at you.
Immediately raising your gaze to meet her jovial expression as to avoid any suspicion on her end, you smiled in affirmation and let your eyes wander around Tora’s place.
Fishing your hands in your coat pocket, you took a deep breath and once again rationalized your actions: it’s only a beer with a good friend of your bitch ex-girlfriend.
What could possibly go wrong?
Tora’s apartment is definitely her in a nutshell: neat, stylish, organized, with her ego definitely let loose in some areas.
Strolling into the den, you immediately took note of the dozen or so framed pictures hung alongside the porcelain wall. Pictures of her many accomplishments and accolades. Besides diplomas and other academic awards, there were also pictures of her receiving First Place from several beauty pageant contests. Stopping to look at a few, you reminisced about being in the audience when she won those contests.
Naturally, the photo of her in those form-fitting white dresses receiving the award were taken with solely her occupying the limelight, like usual. No room for her geeky and spineless boyfriend to ruin the moment, after all.
The den area consisted of a lush brownish sofa with a few armchairs flanking it. A brand-new HD flatscreen faced the coffee table and black leather ottoman.
Walking around the coffee table, you almost bumped into a nightstand. Glaring at the framed picture resting atop the polished wood, you raised an eyebrow almost quizzically as you picked up the picture and scrutinized it further.
It was of you and Tora, from years ago when you two went to the beach for vacation. Wearing that straw hat, the faded T-Shirt, and the denim shorts she resembled a blonde goddess with her arm slung around your acne-riddled 20-year old body. Looking back, you couldn’t help but wonder what she saw in an guy like you to keep around? Probably the fact that you had no spine and basically bought her whatever she wanted. Now that you think about it, that picture was taken after you had just used the remainder of your spending money to buy that uber-expensive new purse. One that you were never paid back for, come to think of it.
“You alright back there, Ross?” came Charlotte’s voice from the kitchen.
“Yeah, fine. Just uh...going down memory lane.” Setting down the frame, you looked at the dining room, reminiscing about the many dinners you shared with Tora there.
“Well don’t look too hard, ‘kay? Go on and make yourself at home. I’ll be down as soon as I look less disgusting with all this sweat. I’m dying to know what you’ve been up to lately,” she responded, as you took one last look around before sitting down in an armchair facing the sofa.
Slumping back and stretching your legs out in the direction of the coffee table, you pulled out your phone and checked your newest messages.
Apparently none from Tora, but thankfully only one from Lizzie.
Tapping into Lizzie’s conversation thread, you scrolled down to the latest text and began typing a response to her latest text asking where you were currently:
Hey babe, had to run some quick errands. Didn’t forget about our date today. Be back soon as possible. Ttys! :)
After pressing ‘send’ you squeezed the phone back into your pocket just as you heard Charlotte walking back towards you. The slapping sounds of her flip flops against her soles only stimulated your growing...curiosity to say the least.
“As promised, good sir…” Taking the ice cold beer as she brushed past you, you briefly examined the brand label: Budweiser.
Collapsing into the sofa, she stretched out her limbs for a moment before crossing her legs with a beer in hand.
“So, how’s life been treating you so far?” you smiled, twisting the cap open.
“So far it’s been a bitch but I’m adapting. Pulled some muscles in my back doing weights at the YMCA, so unfortunately I’ve had to take it easy, doc’s orders. Yoga’s really been helping out you know,” she told you, slouching more comfortably into the soft embrace of the sofa.
“Yeah, sorry to hear about that. I’ve been meaning to start going to the gym, but work’s been really getting me down. I’m a computer repair guy, so the only stretching I’m allowed to do is under people’s desks. It pays well though,” you said.
“You know back in high school Tora used to joke to the girls that you had more experience around a computer than you did with her,” she grinned with her voice heavy in nostalgia.
“Yep, Tora loved to joke around,” you said irritably while twirling the bottle around with your fingers, Charlotte’s seemingly innocent comments bringing back memories of how Tora used to vent about your...performance issues to her friends.
Thankfully Charlotte picked up on the bitterness in your voice and continued. “I never believed her, though. You were always so sweet and kind to everyone, especially her. I kept telling her she was missing out on a great guy after you guys broke up.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that. So how was college for you? Before we broke up last time, Tora said you wanted to go into sports medicine and maybe do something with the Olympics?”
“Switched my major two years in. There was a softball game, ended up getting a bum knee and had to call it quits after a while. Doctors said it would best for my health that I don’t do anymore high-impact stuff. Might have permanent damage next time or whatever. It was tough to deal with at first, but shit happens right?” she told you, opening the cap to her beer semi-aggressively.
“Anyways, switched my major to Health Science and am now working on something with education. Maybe I could be like a P.E. teacher or something. In the meanwhile I’m a part-time personal trainer at the Y to make ends meet. I’ve been helping Tora out with the rent. That’s my life so far, I guess. So what’s your story?”
“Not as badass as yours,” you thought to yourself, before clearing your throat.
“Well, Tora probably told you all this but after high school I got my computer science degree. Now I work for this company downtown and just, you know, repair computers. I mean, it’s an awesome job. Met a lot of cool people around the office and get a pretty solid salary. Funny story, I even met my new girlfriend Lizzie repairing her computer,” you revealed, subtly forcing in as many facets of the job as possible to elicit a more impressed reaction from the brunette.
“Wow, congratulations Ross! I’m so happy you found a new girlfriend. I bet Tora’s gonna be so jealous when she gets here,” she beamed happily.
“Yeah, maybe,” you smiled, doubting that Tora is even capable of feeling jealous of anyone, especially you.
“Anyways, it’s been a fresh start for me lately you know. New house, new job, new girlfriend. Things are going pretty good right now. Hopefully better in the future,” you continued, reflecting on your healthy and stable life so far, especially post-Tora.
“That’s good enough reason to toast then. To new beginnings!” she smiled, leaning forward with her beer arm outstretched.
“To new beginnings!” you reciprocated, as you clanked the neck of your Budweiser against her beer in unison.
Sipping the alcoholic beverage conservatively, you paused and observed her hungrily gulping down the beer before continuing to lustfully stare at her bare feet while cheeking to ensure that her attention was on the beer bottle.
Her grounded foot was raised with her narrow arch rested against the couch seat. Her right ankle rotated left to right, with her painted toes barely clinging to the plastic Y-strap of the flip flop. Every few seconds when she'd quench her thirst from working out, she’d bob her foot up and down and let the heel of the shoe slap against her sole.
Then, with one hand still holding the beer bottle as she yawned another hand stroked the sides of her dangling foot. Her long fingers running across her soles.
It was becoming increasingly obvious that your attraction to her bare feet was becoming more conspicuous by the minute. What started as stealing quick glances at her feet just five minutes ago was morphing into you casting longing, lustful stares that she would no doubt pick up, if she hadn’t already.
After all, this is only the culmination of all those days in English class you’ve almost jerked off watching her play with her shoes while sitting behind her. All those days with Tora you’ve fantasized about having her sexy feet all to yourself. Now’s the chance to make that a reality.
Bottom line, you had to get close to those feet. Or least get her more comfortable with you openly admiring them. Then, you could finally satiate your fetish.
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