College Girls

When I was in college there was one girl out of many whose feet I just loved. Her name was Candice. She also had a roommate named Alicia whose feet I got to enjoy as well.

Candice was especially sweet, but she also had a dominant kinky side to her as well. Her feet were a size 7 1/2 with high arches, and usually her toes were painted either a purple-red or a classic bubble gum color. I have to say that Candice’ feet are hot! Candice always wore flip-flops to school. She must have been about 5′ 6″ and 118 lbs., and with long black hair. She was a year younger than me.

I couldn’t help but stair at Candice’s feet when we sat in class together. I stared at them a lot! I’m surprised that I could concentrate on the class enough to pass it. Needless to say, I had to do a lot of homework just to stay ahead of the class because Candice’s sexy feet were always driving me crazy.

Practically half of the semester went by without Candice saying much of a word to me, though she always greeted me nicely whenever we did bump into each other. Finally near the end of a semester after class one day, Candice surprised me by asking if she could “bum a ride” from me to get home. I happily offered her the ride.

As soon as we got in the car she quietly teased me by propping up her bare feet on the dash board. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said to me.

“Not at all,” I replied.

“I didn’t think so,” she coyly said, and then added, “I’ve noticed you staring at my feet a lot. I’m guessing you have a foot fetish, right?”

“Uh, uh yes,” I nervously stammered.

“Don’t worry,” she assured me. “I like guys who have a foot fetish.”

“You do?” I asked increduously. I could hardly believe it.

“Sure,” she said, “and I’ll bet I know what you would like to do to my feet right now.”

“Of course you do,” I thought to myself. But I was polite. Instead of saying what I thought, I went along with what she had to say, and asked her a question. “You do?”

“You want to lick my soles, and suck my toes, don’t you?” She asked me, knowing full well what the answer was. “I know your kind.”

“I have to say that you have gorgeous feet, so sure, I would love to do that very much.” I answered her back.

“I thought so,” she replied.

By then we were at her place. She actually lived within easy walking distance, so it was clear that she didn’t need a ride.

“You can park right there behind my car,” she said while pointing to a carport. I learned later on that she had tandem parking for two cars, and that her roommate would come back from work at about 11:30 p.m. after working a shift as a waitress.

“You’re inviting me inside?” I asked her.

“Of course I am, silly, unless you have someplace to go. I’ve decided that you’re going to be my footboy for the rest of the semester. You’ll get to see my domination side, are you okay with that?”

“Your footboy?” I asked with some confusion.

“Yes, my footboy, and my sex slave; not my boyfriend.” She said to me while setting the ground rules.

“Okay,” I said. Then I listened.

“After this class of ours every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, you’re going to drive me home, and then give me a foot bath, which will include a really good foot massage. Then you’re going to lick every inch of my soles, and suck each of my toes until I am satisfied. If I’m in the mood for it, you’re going to give me head, and then use a vibrator to get me off. You are not to have intercourse with me, do you understand?”

“Yes,” I answered back. Candice was gorgeous, really gorgeous. I was surprised that she didn’t have a steady boyfriend, but she apparently dated a lot. Even if I couldn’t be her boyfriend, I could see myself being very happy with such an arrangement. I was only sorry that there was only six weeks left in the semester.

“Oh,” Candice added, “and you are to be completely naked when you are in this apartment as my footboy. Is that clear?” She asked.

“Yes,” I answered back again.

For the next six weeks I pampered Candice’s feet and toes, and pretty much made sure that she climaxed each time, too. She also liked to trample on me. There were only a couple of times when she wasn’t in the mood to have me be sexual with her. And she didn’t mind at all when I fucked her feet, or jerked off to them so that I could climax, too. But I just had to make sure her feet were really clean afterwards. Candice is a clean freak about everything, and didn’t at all like the idea of having me play with her feet when they were dirty or smelly. Frankly, her feet just didn’t smell, and neither did her socks.

However, there was a silver lining. After my first week of being Candice’s footboy when she learned of my fetish to smell stinky feet, and shoes, she started to let me smell her roommate Alicia’s smelly waitress socks after telling Alicia about my fetish, and with Alicia’s permission of course. In fact, for five of those six weeks that I was Candice’s footboy, I was also given permission to visit Alicia every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings after she got off work, although it was an unusual arrangement.

After our class together on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I was Candice’s footboy from about 2 o’clock in the afternoon until about 3:30 or 4:00 p.m. Then I would go to work as a waiter from 5:00 p.m. until 10:00 p.m. I then studied for about and hour and a half before going back over to Candice’s place at around 11:45 p.m. to see Alicia. If Candice was there, she’d usually be asleep by then, or quietly studying in her own room. Sometimes she’d be out on a date, which is really the only time I would see her that late at night if she happened to be coming home when I was leaving. And sometimes I’d even stay on for a while to massage Candice’s feet, and lick and suck her soles and toes even after I had been in Alicia’s room having fun with her feet.

Candice didn’t mind my arrangement with Alicia at all. In fact, as sort of a joke, Candice had suggested it to the two of us, which is how the whole thing got started. Alicia is as attractive as Candice is. Ironically, even though Candice has great feet, Alicia’s feet are in absolutely perfect shape, and I actually enjoyed them more. She has naturally soft soles … very soft … and they are wrinkled to perfection with high arches, and toes that are symmetrically shaped. She redularly keeps her toes pedicured, and pretty much paints her toenails an apple red color, which is a favorite of mine.

My arrangement with Alicia was odd to say the least, but it worked out great for both of us. We never really talked except when it was absolutely necessary. It was part of the arrangement. In fact, my arrangement with Alicia was pretty much negotiated by Candice with me. Other than the “no intercourse rule,” which was made clear to me, Candice left open the issue of whether or not I could get sexual with Alicia. I was pretty much told that Alicia wouldn’t be opposed to me getting sexual with her, but the arrangement was to be foot fetish related, and not based on anything sexual. Still, Candice suggested that I take the “sex thing” slowly with her, not to push it, and if it was meant to be, it would happen.

After having fun with Alicia’s feet a couple of times, Candice even said to me outright, “She’d probably love having you play with her sexually; not like how you do it with me because I definitely want it, but if you were more discreet about it, I think she’d find it to be a turn-on.”

“Really?” I said with curiosity.

“Really,” she assured me. Then she went on to say, “I’m telling you this in confidence, but Alicia told me that she woke up with her pussy really wet on morning after you had played with her feet the night before, and she had a wet dream that you had gotten her to cum in her sleep even though this whole thing isn’t supposed to be sexual, except for you of course because you have a foot fetish, and it’s obviously sexual for you just to play with feet.”

“So you think she’d accept it if I played with her pussy and clit, too?” I asked.

“Well, just let me say this about it,” Candice explained. “Alicia said that one of the turn-ons for her is that you’d be doing things to get her off in her sleep when you aren’t supposed to be doing them. Do you understand?”

“I think so,” I answered back.

“I think you do, too,” she said with a smile.

I decided to take it easy with Alicia, and maybe explore her a little bit sexually after playing with her feet, but only of course if her body language accepted it.

Alicia would come straight home from work at about 11:30 p.m. and relax on her bed. Being that Alicia would be in her work socks for a full 5 hour shift, her feet and socks would smell just great to me. To this day I can still bring up the smell of her socks in my mind, and it still gets me hard thinking about it.

So when I arrived at about 11:45 p.m. on one of our weeknights, Alicia surprised me as Candice was there too. I couldn’t believe it! They were both waiting for me to bow down and smell their socks and suck their toes. God, I just wanted to cum right there.

Thankfully, Candice & Alicia took real good care of me