Reunion
Have you ever bumped into old friends from school, after not having seen them in ages, only to realise that they'd grown and moved on, whilst you were just as immature, silly, and naive as you ever were?
Well, i did last weekend. i was out drinking with a group of friends, and we bumped into several girls we used to know who'd all gone travelling for a year after finishing university. They looked stunning, and there was a maturity in their eyes i'd never seen there before.
True, i was told by one that "you look like a man now, not just the boy i remember from school," but it wasn't long before i was mooney-eyed and staring at them with the same sort of daydreaming, vacant stare that i used to use so ineffectually back in high school.
Still, we were talking, and the best-looking of the three was definately being very flirty with me, so i was happy! In the end we went back to one of the lad's houses to continue the night, and the girls came back with us. All i could think about was how gorgeous they were, and how lovely their feet looked. (They'd taken off their shoes after entering the house.)
After a while the beautiful blonde complained of her feet aching, and told the lad whose house it was to "give her a foot rub." He was tentative at first, but slowly began to do it, going along with her 'joke.' Needless to say my ears and eyes had noticably perked up the minute foot massaging was mentioned, and all i could do was watch enviously whilst he caressed her delicious toes and she made moaning noises of contented pleasure.
in the end the lad decided the joke had gone on long enough and stopped, and the blonde came over to sit on the floor by me. She said her feet was cold, and told me to feel them! I was in Heaven for the 10 seconds or so she let me feel her feet, and i think i was on the verge of suggesting i take over the massaging until another male friend spoke up...
"You should use him as a footstool, i always do."
And it was true, too...he had actually 'jokingly' used me as a footstool several times, but the minute he opened his mouth i knew i couldn't make any kind of foot worship suggestion without raising even more problematic questions. As it was i had to bluster something about "that was only a few times, and we were just messin around" and then i quickly changed the subject.
i spend the rest of the night watching sadly as the blonde had her feet briefly massaged again, and then just walked around in her lovely bare feet for the rest of the night.
ever since, i've just been spellbound thinking of her! Argh!
whiner.
Well, i did last weekend. i was out drinking with a group of friends, and we bumped into several girls we used to know who'd all gone travelling for a year after finishing university. They looked stunning, and there was a maturity in their eyes i'd never seen there before.
True, i was told by one that "you look like a man now, not just the boy i remember from school," but it wasn't long before i was mooney-eyed and staring at them with the same sort of daydreaming, vacant stare that i used to use so ineffectually back in high school.
Still, we were talking, and the best-looking of the three was definately being very flirty with me, so i was happy! In the end we went back to one of the lad's houses to continue the night, and the girls came back with us. All i could think about was how gorgeous they were, and how lovely their feet looked. (They'd taken off their shoes after entering the house.)
After a while the beautiful blonde complained of her feet aching, and told the lad whose house it was to "give her a foot rub." He was tentative at first, but slowly began to do it, going along with her 'joke.' Needless to say my ears and eyes had noticably perked up the minute foot massaging was mentioned, and all i could do was watch enviously whilst he caressed her delicious toes and she made moaning noises of contented pleasure.
in the end the lad decided the joke had gone on long enough and stopped, and the blonde came over to sit on the floor by me. She said her feet was cold, and told me to feel them! I was in Heaven for the 10 seconds or so she let me feel her feet, and i think i was on the verge of suggesting i take over the massaging until another male friend spoke up...
"You should use him as a footstool, i always do."
And it was true, too...he had actually 'jokingly' used me as a footstool several times, but the minute he opened his mouth i knew i couldn't make any kind of foot worship suggestion without raising even more problematic questions. As it was i had to bluster something about "that was only a few times, and we were just messin around" and then i quickly changed the subject.
i spend the rest of the night watching sadly as the blonde had her feet briefly massaged again, and then just walked around in her lovely bare feet for the rest of the night.
ever since, i've just been spellbound thinking of her! Argh!
whiner.
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