There's no way you can admit to Kevin that you have a foot fetish! He'd probably get creeped out and kick you out of his house, and who knows how many people he'll tell?
Your mind works quickly and you come up with an explanation. "Uh...well, no offense but your socks were pretty dirty, man," you begin, "I dunno, I have this weird thing with feet, they kind of gross me out, and having your sweaty socks that close to my face was really starting to get to me." You end that last sentence with a laugh hoping that Kevin will be convinced.
Kevin looks at you for a moment and then a smirk crosses his face. "Ohh, I get it. So, you'd rather have my bare foot in your face instead?" He playfully pushes the sole of his foot into your face grazing your nose and then immediately pulls it back. In order to keep up the act, you pull your head back and act disgusted.
"Dude, keep that thing away from me!" you shout. Kevin laughs at your reaction and repositions himself so that his feet are no longer near your face.
"Sorry dude," Kevin laughs, "I couldn't resist! Anyway, my mom will be home in a few hours and she's definitely gonna make me get started on my homework, so what do you wanna do in the meantime?"
Your mind begins racing. There's got to be a way to get back near Kevin's feet without admitting to your fetish.
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