"You can have him next, Suzie," says Hayley.
"Get over here, footboy," says Suzie, kicking her Chucks aside to give you more room. As you approach, she raises her footied feet in the air, bright pink soles facing you; toes wiggling, beckoning. The scent of her old sneakers is still hanging in the air at the spot where you sit a second time. With a poisonous smile, Suzie places her feet in your lap, then leans back in the beanbag chair to relax.
"Ooohhhh..." she sighs. "I've been in those shoes aaallll day. I bet my feet reek."
She's right. The smell of her sweaty feet is not as rich as Liz's, but instead is sharper and a bit more sour. It has more depth. Slowly, you wrap your hands around her warm feet, softly caressing them through the thin footies. You can see and feel her cute little toes through the fabric.
"Mmmmmm...that feels good," she moans, and for a moment you seem to have broken down Suzie's sadistic persona...but what she does next lets you know you're dead wrong.
"It's too bad you're not in my English class," she says, pulling her feet away before you can say a word. "Last period, long hot day...I kick my shoes off in there all the time! Just sit there in my footies...give my toes some air...bet you'd give anything to be under my desk." She holds up her feet again, just out of your reach, toes curling back and forth. Your breath comes in heavy pants, and you want Suzie's hot little feet so badly it hurts.
"God, that would be great," she continues. "Just feeling you sniffing between my toes...mmmmmm..." She grins, inching her feet so, so slowly toward your ravenous nose and tongue.
"And sometimes," she whispers, "I take my socks off too. With my toes." That finally does it.
You lunge forward and grab Suzie's feet, forcing your nose into her footied soles, sucking in the odor for all you're worth. She bursts into cruel laughter, forming a tent over your nose with her toes. "That's it," she sneers, "smell my stinky feet!" The smell is heavenly; the deep, layered scent of her feet floods your senses and a muffled moan escapes your drooling mouth. To your surprise and Suzie's amusement, your hips begin to buck involuntarily.
"Hey!" shouts Suzie. "You better not be that close yet!" You assure her you're not; it just feels so good to be at her feet. "Good," she says. "Take those off and smell my bare feet."
"Hey, he hasn't done me yet," Hayley objects. "Quit hogging him." She turns to you. "Don't think I won't rat you out just because we're friends," she warns.
You want to give a new pair of feet a try, of course (and it would be an absolute nightmare if Hayley spread this little incident around), but Suzie's are so delicious, and she just ordered you to take her footies off...
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