'Sexy? My toenails?'
'Well… '
I swung my raised leg toward her, toes pointed and wriggling for attention. She bent slightly, taking a closer look. It was all quite casual-just something to giggle about-until I spotted the familiar expression on her face, a fascinated gaze usually reserved for my nude body. Kind of sluttish, the lip-licking if somewhat wistful leer of a dirty-minded little tomboy, hot enough to arouse me every time. Only it was more of a puzzle now; what could she be leering at? A free show maybe, a sneaky peek up my leg? But there wasn't that much leeway as yet, not inside the knee-length skirt I had on, a bit droopy but still almost demurely in place. No, she couldn't have been ogling my legs. So what was that horny look all about?
My feet?
A sudden surge of emotion went through me, flooding my mind with weird possibilities. I felt a sense of power. This lover of mine, this sex-crazy kid-so worshipful!-it was as though she wanted to put herself under my control. As though I could make her do anything that struck my fancy. Crawl or grovel or-well, anything. I could tell. The gleam in those transfixed eyes, rapturous, aflare with the urgency of lust. Hungry eyes, hungry but humble. As if they were begging me to command her. Or daring me? Umm, no, the horny gaze still glistened with apparent adoration. And yet I rather fancied the idea of taking it as a challenge…
'Sue. I-I love you.'
'Do you, darling?'
'Let me show you how much. Let me suck your-'
'Soon. But is that all you can think of?'
'Huh? Oh. You know… whatever… ' Her voice faded.
'Whatever?'
But she refused to be drawn out on the subject, languishing in mute despair, an almost stubborn silence- except for a small moan of comprehension as I moved to answer my own query, pressing the upraised foot to her lips. I pressed hard, forcing, terribly aware of the risky audacity of my impetuous act. But force wasn't necessary, it appeared-not after that first meaningful nudge, anyway-her pliant lips were already obeying my unspoken but unmistakable command, hot upon my foot, kissing the sole, the arch, seemingly grateful for whatever I might deign to offer.
My skin twitched to the unfamiliar touch- was that her tongue now?-prickling with newly discovered sensitivity. So ticklish! Only it sure didn’t make me laugh. Delightful as the moist caress might be, its deeper significance was like some fantastic new breakthrough, still too profound to grasp. I could only luxuriate in the lush splendor of each fleeting moment, astonished by the ease of my conquest and all but overwhelmed by its unprecedented excitement. Except for my now somewhat tiring position, I would have remained happily entranced there, under the spell of that devoted mouth of hers. Oooh, such a mouth! But I was getting a bit stiff by then. Couldn’t all that concentrated devotion be spread around a little and perhaps shared by my other foot, the one that was beginning to feel so neglected?
Our minds must have been tuned in on the same channel. Alix was already reaching out, making a change of some sort. A slow-motion scramble. Looking for a way to get comfortable herself, no doubt, but with a minimum of intrusive confusion-or without a major upheaval, at any rate. Or so I figured. Anyhow, it was her maneuver, not mine, and I just played along and waited until she got ready to come to bed and do her thing. Which might take ages, considering all the clothes I still had on; oh shit, she hadn’t even unzipped a zipper or unbuttoned a button for me-what kind of help was that? Why didn’t she just grab hold and get it over with? What was she fussing around with my bare legs for? Wasn’t it about time she started panting for her mouthful of cunt? Where was she going, what was she doing down there? What now?
Ask a foolish question…
Stupid me! I felt like a smart-ass moron. The know-it-all kid. I should have foreseen everything, of course. Better yet, the idea should have been mine to begin with. Of course! After all, I was already pretty well oriented to this kinky twist in our relationship, at least to the degree that orientation was possible without a guidebook. Now it was simply a matter of exercising my powers and privileges-and remaining alert to these strange new responsibilities that kept cropping up. I had sure missed out on this last one.
But that was the advantage of being boss; moron or not, I sure wasn’t missing out on the fun. I had to give Alix credit, the way she had planned and executed that leisurely maneuver. Talk about being well-oriented!-indeed, solidly oriented at the moment, down there on her knees beside the bed, a girl who knew her place, kissing my feet. Both feet now. And how smoothly she had accomplished the switch, bringing one foot to the other, kind of gathering them together and gradually sinking to the floor. I didn't realize what was happening until it was over. Some know-it-all, lying there all that time and waiting for her to undress me and start doing her thing. She was doing her thing! I was just too darn dumb to understand. But then again, well, maybe it was because I hadn't seen her true nature demonstrated before, at least not with such complete candor.
I was sure seeing it now. How that kid worshiped me! She had both my feet in her hands and was covering them with kisses, a thousand moist-mouthed caresses. At times she almost swallowed a few toes, sexy red nail polish and all, while that squirmy little tongue of hers took some in-between licks that were hotter and wetter than any tub of bathwater. Probably more sanitary, too, judging from the effect on the soles of my feet. I had never felt so clean on the outside and so deliciously dirty inside, that was how her spit-swab tongue affected me.
After a while the feverish kisses began traveling up over my ankles. I rested upon my elbows, lifting my head to get a better view' She was moving faster now, reaching ahead with her hands to get a grip on my panties, making funny little noises in her throat, little whimpers of desire. The garment was slipped down and off with only token assistance from me. I felt my own desire mounting steadily.
I felt something else though, a kind of omnipotent power that had become too prevalent to ignore. Alix was breathing heavily, aroused, panting for that first mouthful of cunt but still paying homage on the way up. My thighs were quivering, seared by the heat of her lips, the hot breath from her lungs. And still I had that other feeling, the power thing, and it was becoming a special need all by itself, a need to demonstrate my control over this longtime friend who was now my slavish lover.
Another minute and it might be too late. She was nearly at the end of her journey. I could have rasped out an order, of course, just to take the initiative. Suck my cunt! Something like that, anyway. But it wouldn't have been enough, it wouldn't have satisfied this weird craving of mine. And it would have sounded raspy, all right, maybe even unintelligible; my tongue felt thick and unwieldy, the inside of my mouth dry with excitement. What if I tried to speak and just croaked like a frog? No, it was a possible embarrassment that I didn't care to risk. Wasn't there some other way, something that could be done in silence?
Some other way. Hmm. That way?
My mind pulled back, unable to cope with the notion. I was swept by a wave of emotion, part shock, part curiosity, all in a surging dizziness. It was something we had never tried. And yet, vaguely, I recalled how close she had come, close enough to make the bizarre idea seem less daring somehow. My body began the movement almost of its own accord, twisting in a slow spiral that rolled me over onto my stomach. As if it had already seized upon the impulse and was rushing ahead before my stupefied mind could say no…
'Sue? You want me to kiss your ass?'
I shuddered, more stunned than ever, absolutely tongue-tied as her bold words echoed inside my skull. But my hand bestirred itself and managed to answer the question, moving around behind my back in a pointed gesture. And then, an instant later, her open mouth was trailing its damp and steamy caress up the backs of my thighs with apparently eager compliance.
Sound was welling up within me, about to break loose in a cry that might easily penetrate the locked door and strike some curious ear. I reached for a pillow and brought it under my face in time, muffling the noise. Just as the pillows of my flesh all but muffled Alix's moan back there, a moan that I felt as an inflamed breath and heard only as faint hum. My body reacted by itself, wriggling around to welcome and adjust to the smooth skinned wedge of pressure that was broadening the crevice between my buttocks. And then at last the tip of her tongue touched me intimately, warm and wet and slimy, probing for the ultimate intimacy back there-and when the final thrust came I was just alert enough to stave off a scream and bury the resultant sob in the pillow.
The sensation was as sexy as anything I'd ever known. Better yet, I was fulfilling that special need of mine, the power thing. It made me feel almost regal. And in some crazy way, it ended my fear of embarrassment and gave me the courage to speak up and say what had to be said.
