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"What are we supposed to do until class?" asked Britney.
"I don't know," Fred mumbled, "You usually just scroll on your phone or something, don't you?"
Britney and her guy best friend, Fred, were hanging out at her dorm as they usually did before class started. They were both students at Sun Coast College, and it was their senior year. The college campus had two different dorms, one for guys and one for girls, but Britney had been lucky enough to get a private room, even though she refuses to admit it was probably because her dad donated money to the school. She and Fred often hung out in her room because, she reasoned, she had a bigger TV and better streaming subscriptions than Fred did.
While it wasn't strange for a guy and a girl to hang out alone, it was odd given that the two weren't dating or even hooking up. There wasn't even a hint of anything sexual or flirtatious, Fred had been firmly in the friendzone since their first week at SCC when they'd met during orientation. The two of them were an odd pair, anyone that saw them together would think they were brother and sister before anything else. Britney was your stereotypical rich, hot, popular girl, with her beach blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a fit tanned body. She was a cheerleader, of course, and everyone who was anyone wanted to be her or date her. She had long toned legs, a big firm ass, and a slim tight waist topped off by a pair of perfectly perky D-cup tits. She always got her way, all she had to do was tilt her pretty heart-shaped face to the side and flash her bright white smile and every single door would open itself for her.
Fred, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. He was a skinny nerd who loved anime, manga, and video games which were all the rage these days. He was a bit shorter than Britney, and while he tried to dress like everyone else, he still always managed to look a bit dorky. He was also a virgin, and while most girls thought he was cute, his awkwardness tended to chase them off. Quite frankly, he didn't know why Britney hung out with him, it was probably for his intelligence, though sometimes it felt more like he was a pet she kept around.
"What are you, my dad? I don't want to just stare at my phone the whole time," Britney replied.
"Well, what do you want to do then?"
"I don't know," said Britney with a huff. She leaned back on the couch and started to twirl a strand of her silky hair with her finger.
The two were sitting on the same rich leather couch. Fred would always sit on the far left side while Britney would always sprawl out on the right. Fred sometimes would feel the urge to reach out and touch her, or just scoot further in and enjoy her beauty up close, but the thought of rejection or worse, having her tell him off and ruin the friendship, always made him think twice. Despite knowing he had zero chance with her, he still enjoyed getting to be around her. He would even occasionally steal a glance at her long smooth legs and round butt or sometimes when she took her bra off and he could see her nipples through her top. It also didn't help that her body was usually covered in some sort of tight athletic wear that hugged her curves nicely.
"I'm bored," Britney whined.
"You're always bored, this isn't anything new," said Fred.
Fred stared at his phone, scrolling through the various forums he belonged to, the only other form of human connection he had. He never had an issue with boredom, especially with Britney. Fred would always dread having to leave her room and go to class, where he would just sit and wonder what Britney was doing and when they could hang out next.
"What do you do for fun?" Britney questioned, looking up from her phone.
"I don't know, hanging out with you I guess," replied Fred, not looking up.
Fred never really had to worry about what he said to Britney, it was one of his favorite things about her. She was one of the rare kinds of upper-class hot girl, who was a bit stuck-up, sure, but who wasn't rude. He would often make inappropriate jokes or say things that he wouldn't normally say around others at school, but Britney would just laugh. In fact, Fred would even go so far as to say that she even encouraged him. Sometimes it felt like she would flirt with him a bit just for fun, to tease him. The two were confident enough in their de-romanticized friendzone or DFZ for short, that they could speak their minds and joke around without any wrong ideas.
"I mean when you're not with me, silly," said Britney, nudging him in the leg with her foot under a blanket.
"I read, watch anime, play video games," Fred muttered, as if he could tell she already knew the answer.
"Ohhh the cartoons!" Britney teased, poking him again from under the blanket, this time on his arm.
"I watch anime," said Fred defensively, "There's a difference."
"What about hentai? Do you ever watch that? You can tell me, it'll be our little secret," she teased.
Fred looked away, trying to hold his face back from blushing. How did she know about that kind of stuff?
"Ohhh you do don't you? Don't look away from me!" Britney squealed with laughter.
Fred looked back at her, unable to hold back his red face, and she was looking at him, giggling. She had her blanket on, but Fred could still see the shape of her long legs underneath. She really was stunning in every sense of the word, her bright blue eyes, a cute button nose, full puffy lips, and long blonde hair. She had on a cropped white tank top and some black leggings on.
"Whoa, whoa, how do you even know about that?" Fred replied.
"Dude, I have a brother who's a huge nerd too. He has all those little figures on his shelf and everything," said Britney, as she reached down to grab her left ankle and pull her foot closer to her.
"Yeah but I don't really..." said Fred, not wanting to finish the sentence. He glanced down at her foot. The skin was silky and smooth, with beautifully arched feet coming down to perfectly proportional cute toes. She would always paint her toenails white and wore a gold ring on her left index toe. It wasn't anything new, Britney was always in tip top shape, whether it was manicures, pedicures, beauty spas, whatever, she spared no expense to be well-groomed all around.
"Stop staring at my feet weirdo," said Britney, pulling both her knees to her chest, squishing them against her breasts which only further accentuated her cleavage.
"I wasn't," Fred replied.
"I bet I could get you off with my foot," she joked.
"What? No, that's gross," said Fred. He was blushing hard now. She had made sex jokes before but they were usually tame, like "that's what she said," not stuff about him cumming on her feet. Still, it was a bit exciting, it felt like she had crossed a new line and Fred wasn't gonna be one to complain.
"Oh please, if you can jerk off to drawings, then even my foot would have it all over your pants in a few seconds," Britney said, smiling.
Britney reached her foot out again, this time more tentatively towards Fred.
"Alright quit joking around," he said, raising his arm as if he was gonna shove her away.
Britney pushed forward, lightly rubbing against the sole of her foot into the center of his thigh, right above his knee. Despite Fred's words, he didn't protest. He was nervous, his stomach was filled with butterflies and his mind raced as to whether he was reading the signs wrong, whether this was the beginning of the end for him and his best friend. But at the same time, something in him felt excited and he didn't want her to stop.
Britney looked up at him, biting her bottom lip a little, still with her foot on him. It was almost like she was challenging him. She then moved forward, sliding her foot over his jeans to his inner thigh. Her neatly polished white toes almost touching the fabric right above his dick.
"I see the way you look at me Freddy, I know you've thought about me like that before," she said with a slight seductive tone, the tone she would use when she wanted something. Fred couldn't deny it, he was starting to get pretty hard, the combination of her teasing, her voice, and her foot rubbing him. He was glad he wore jeans, otherwise, it might've been obvious that she had an effect on him.
"What do you mean?" he asked, trying his best not to sound too awkward.
"Come on, you don't think I'm that stupid do you?" Britney said, rolling her eyes and pulling her leg back to her. "You don't think I've noticed you checking me out through all these years? How your eyes drift whenever I don't wear a bra? The way you fix your pants so I don't see your boner?"
"What? No," he lied, "We're just friends."
The playful look melted off Britney's face. She seemed disappointed for a moment and she looked away, letting her blonde hair drape over her face. He felt like he'd just messed something up. Fred tried to play it cool, hoping she would drop the topic. But Britney knew it, the way he'd steal glances of her. She always knew. Fred tried to think, had he done anything to tip her off, was it really that obvious? It was, wasn't it? Even then, why only say something now?
"That's not cool Fred, you know we've never lied to each other. I can always tell, I'm good at picking out liars," she said more assertively, still looking away from him.
She paused for a moment, and then turned her head back towards him. Britney had a habit of doing this to Fred, forcing him to answer questions or speak first. She'd use her looks to get what she wanted and he was often a willing servant. He tried not to break eye contact with her but he felt nervous.
"You might wonder why a girl like me is friends with a guy like you. It's not because you're smart or because you do stuff I say, it's because you're honest with me," Britney said, her voice sounding a little softer.
She was right. He didn't want to lie to Britney. She was the one person he could trust, the only person who didn't treat him differently, and he wasn't about to ruin that. Before he could speak however, she interrupted.
"Plus if you tell me the truth right here and right now...," said Britney with her seductive tone returning and stretching her foot out towards him again, "Then maybe we can put that bet to the test."
"Alright, fine!" blurted out Fred, his heart racing.
"It's been four years now since I met you, and since the day I laid my eyes on you I liked you. Every single time we've ever hung out I've wondered if I'd ever have a shot, and I'm sorry but yes you're right, I have thought about you in that kind of way before. You're gorgeous and you're nice to me, you never judge me, and I feel like I can be myself around you, so I can't help it, okay?"
Britney stared at him, a small smile growing on her face as Fred blushed profusely.
"Ha! You aren't a complete pussy after all," Britney teased, smirking, "I knew it though, I just wanted to hear you say it."
Fred was a bit stunned at the whole situation. He couldn't tell whether it was a cruel trick or something more, but he knew that he had never been so turned on by Britney. It felt like something was different between them now. Maybe it was the fact they would soon part ways after graduation or that Fred actually grew as a person from his time in college. Whatever it was, he felt emboldened, more than he had ever before, he was finally ready to confront his feelings.
"You've got some pretty nice feet too," he muttered, trying to cut some of the tension.
"Of course I do," Britney replied, looking away again, "Everything about me is perfect."
It was a typical narcissistic Britney response, the kind of response Fred expected from her. He could tell that she was a bit nervous herself though, he'd known her long enough to know she was trying to play off the situation and hide how she was feeling.
"Why are you doing this?" Fred asked.
"Doing what? Trying to help you grow some balls? Maybe if I got you off then maybe you won't be so obsessed with me," said Britney.
"Britney..." said Fred.
"What?" asked Britney.
"Just... I don't want to mess this up, you're my best friend," he replied.
"Oh please get over yourself, we're still gonna be friends," Britney said with a smile, "If you fall in love with my feet then I think we have bigger issues to deal with. Besides, it's the least I could do for my dear Freddy."
He couldn't believe it. He had just let out all his pent up feelings and emotions to his best friend, and she didn't even skip a beat, it was as if she really understood him. Sure, it wasn't the ideal romantic confession he had hoped for, but it felt right for them. She even had the audacity to tease him about it right after, calling him Freddy, something she had done ever since the first week they had met, something that he secretly loved. Maybe she even felt more for him than she was letting on, but he wasn't going to spoil the opportunity at hand.
"Alright, fine, but I'm holding you to your bet. How exactly do I..." he paused.
"I don't know! What, did you think I did this kind of stuff for fun? It was a joke at first but then it seemed like you liked the idea, you dirty perv," said Britney. "Take off your pants."
"Huh?" said Fred. Still caught off guard by how quickly the situation had developed.
"I can't give you a footjob if you still have pants on," Britney said in her matter of fact tone, the same one she'd use to tell him when he would forget something obvious.
"Oh, yeah," Fred replied, his mind still in shock. He started to unbutton his jeans and Britney started to pull the blanket off herself, the shape of her beautiful long legs revealed once again. He could see some underboob as she stretched forward, her nipples poking through her top and a glimpse of her tight stomach. He couldn't help but notice how sexy her legs were, even covered by her leggings, he could make out the crease at her hips from her thick toned thighs, all the way down to her sexy calves, slender feet, and white toenails, she truly was beautiful from head to toe.
"Alright..." said Fred. He stood up and took off his belt, unzipped his jeans, and let them fall to the ground.
Once his jeans were off, Fred sat back down on the couch still wearing a pair of plaid boxers, the bulge of his dick starting to become obvious through his underwear.
"Your boxers too, silly," said Britney, biting her lip.
"Haha yeah..."
Fred wasn't super well-endowed, but he was definitely packing enough for it to be noticeable if he was hard, which he certainly was. His cock had grown to full length and was pushing his boxers out. Britney looked down at his lap, and he couldn't help but blush again. His face felt hot, he had never been naked in front of her. All things considered, he should've been more nervous, but Britney always made him feel safe.
He hooked his fingers inside the elastic band and lifted his hips up to slide them down onto the floor. The moment the elastic passed his crotch, his cock flung out, bouncing slightly as it settled towards his stomach. Britney watched, a surprised look on her face with her mouth slightly agape.
He was a bit bigger than 7 inches and a bit thicker than average. Fred would always keep himself well-groomed despite his lack of action as he thought it made him look bigger. He was uncut and his foreskin wrapped tightly around his glans, his dark mauve head just barely peeking out. A slight wetness at the tip from his leaking precum glistened under the room light. Fred could smell his own musk, he hadn't showered yet today so the scent was stronger. He started to feel a little embarrassed now, his cock looked big but he didn't feel big with it.
"Damn," Britney gasped, "Didn't think my bestie had that on him..."
"Thanks?" Fred said, not really sure how to respond.
Britney sat up and moved towards him. Her long legs sliding towards him and her pretty white toenails coming closer to his member. She hesitated slightly before moving her feet forward and Fred's heart jumped in excitement. She lifted her left leg, placing the bottom of her sole onto Fred's thigh.
"How about we raise the stakes?" Britney asked as she gently ran her sole along Fred's leg. She could feel the goosebumps on his skin and how they would form with each pass of her feet. "If you cum in 10 minutes or less... youuu have to lick my feet."
Fred gulped. He didn't want to give away that the "punishment" was actually more of a reward, so he agreed.
"Fine," said Fred, doing his best to sound reluctant, "But what about if I last longer?"
"Oh? What about if you last longer? Someone is awfully confident! What, you don't think I can make you finish?" she asked sounding slightly offended, sliding her other foot on to his thigh, now with both of her soles on his right thigh. He could feel the coolness from her white painted toes on his skin, which made the heat coming from his dick feel more intense.
"W-What? No that's not what I meant," Fred stammered.
"Relax I'm just kidding!" Britney said, smiling, "Okay fine, how about you pick the punishment then, what should I do if you win?"
"Uhmmm," said Fred, his mind still distracted by her soft soles and her pretty white-painted toes.
"Think quickly," she said, this time dragging her left sole across his inner thigh and closer towards his crotch.
"Okay okay," Fred said, as Britney giggled. She was clearly enjoying the fact she was getting under his skin, literally. She moved her other foot across his thighs, the soft underside of her right foot hovering right above his shaft, but just barely not touching.
"Tick, tock, tick, tock!" Britney teased, lifting her left foot up so it was level with his face. She flexed her toes and wiggled them around in front of his eyes, making sure Fred could see how nice her toes were.
"Uhm if I win," Fred started, "I-I wanna... see you... naked."
"Haha!" Britney burst out laughing, her foot twitching a bit but never touching his cock, "You finally admit your feelings and suddenly you've got a pair of balls! Fine, but you're gonna have to beat me first!"
Fred was nervous, his mind racing with thoughts, but more than that he felt excited. Britney had always teased him and he'd never acted on anything because of their friendship. He was in a state of euphoria and his dick was as hard as ever. Britney could see this and was feeling confident. She felt like she could tease him all day and have him wrapped around her finger.
"Alright then, I'm gonna start the timer. Ready? Here we go," Britney said, setting the timer on her phone. She set it down on the coffee table in front of them and scooched even closer to him.
She placed her left foot back onto Fred's right thigh, her toes pointing up and her sole facing his crotch. She spread them slightly and lowered both of them down, sandwiching his dick between them, still not touching. Her feet were just a centimeter away from his dick now. It was amazing the coordination she had, she was a cheerleader after all. Fred was practically already drooling just from the warmth radiating off her legs and the softness of her soles.
"You better get some tissues ready," she teased.
Finally, she started the timer and lowered her soles down to the shaft, her soft skin enveloping him.
Fred gasped as her feet made contact with his dick. Her soft skin pressing down gently on his cock felt amazing. Her toes curled inwards, trapping him, while she used the heel of her other foot to stroke up and down the length of his cock. She was very careful and gentle with his member, and he could feel her soft silky feet slide up and down slowly.
"How are you feeling?" asked Britney. She kept her feet on Fred's dick but was looking at his face.
"I-It feels really good, Brit," said Fred, still looking down at his dick between her feet.
"I haven't even gotten to the best part yet," she giggled.
Fred looked up at her and she was smirking at him. She looked so hot with her legs on top of him. The softness of her soles rubbing against him, and her toes that kept him sandwiched between them, was amazing.
"Are you gonna just keep staring?" Britney said, a playful look in her eyes. Fred's heart skipped a beat when she asked.
"Uh, no..." said Fred.
He reached out to her, feeling her leg up to her calf, her warm skin permeating through her leggings against his hand. Britney raised her brow in a bit of surprise but she didn't protest. Her foot was still slowly grinding up and down his dick. He could feel the muscles in her calves move slightly, the small twitches from the tendons in her ankle, the way her leg bent to her sole. He took in every detail as his hand slid down to her foot and started to feel around her ankle.
"Someone is feeling brave!" Britney teased, but she didn't say it in her usual teasing tone, there was more playfulness behind it this time. She looked back at the timer. 8 minutes left. He still had a ways to go before she had to take off her clothes for him, but she wanted to give him a good experience, and a part of her was enjoying it.
His foreskin slid back and forth, precum leaking like a volcano and covering her soft feet in his slick juices. She started to pick up the pace slightly, her feet gliding up and down with more vigor. He started to feel the soft balls of her feet press into his glans as her feet pushed down to his shaft and up. Fred was still trying to take it all in. The smell of his own cock mixed with Britney's perfume. The sensation of her smooth soles and her firm arch gliding up and down the sides of his dick.
Britney could feel her feet getting covered by the slick fluids, her sole massaging the head of his cock. It was kind of gross at first but the longer she stroked him, the more she was starting to like it, and a part of her was starting to get excited. She didn't want to admit it but it had been awhile since she had gotten any action, and her pussy started to feel a little tingly.
"You're making such a mess," she cooed.
"S-Sorry," he stammered.
"Don't apologize," she said with a smile. "It's cute seeing you like this, so defenseless."
He could feel her toes squeeze his cock a little harder, her gold toe ring glittering in the light. Suddenly, she moved her right foot away from his cock. Fred watched her right foot as it came down and rested itself underneath his balls, her big toe nudging them playfully. Fred let out a small gasp at the sensation. Britney was enjoying herself, seeing how she had total control over her longtime friend.
Fred was starting to feel it now, 5 minutes in and his cock started to pulse on the arches of her feet. His balls were getting fondled by her other foot, she'd prod and poke, even brushing against his perineum. Fred was in heaven, his cock being expertly massaged between Britney's toes, the sensation was just overwhelming. His breathing had gotten heavier and his head felt lighter. He looked away now, trying to detach himself in hopes of lasting longer.
"Oooh don't look away," she said, "I want you to look at me when you finish. You're not the only one who gets to stare… I wanna see the look in your eyes when you shoot ropes all over me."
She knew exactly what to say to drive Fred crazy, she had him wrapped around her finger. The pressure between her feet was too good, the friction from her toes and the soft arches was just enough to keep him at the brink. He was trying to hold back, but Britney was relentless, she knew she could push him over the edge any time she wanted, she was just playing with him now.
"You've probably dreamed of this exact moment, haven't you? Pretty little me playing with your big manly cock..." Britney teased.
"Y-yes..." Fred mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut as hard as he could. He tried thinking of anything to last longer, his grandma, baseball, advanced mathematics, nothing was working.
Just as he felt he was about to reach the point of no return, she slowed down, her toes squeezing his cock gently, almost as if she wanted to comfort him. She moved her toes away, but still had him trapped under her foot. She looked over to her phone on the coffee table. 3 minutes. She wasn't sure if she should push him over the edge yet. It was so fun toying with him. It wasn't fair to him though, he had been honest about how he felt towards her and how he admired her. It was almost as if his honesty also shone a light on something inside her. A part of her that liked being around him.
"How close are you?" Britney asked, looking into his eyes, a hint of sincerity in her voice. Fred opened his eyes, and saw her looking at him with a bit more seriousness this time.
"I'm close," he replied, "I'm not sure I can last for another 3 minutes."
"That's okay, you did good Freddy," she said, moving her right foot from under his balls and sandwiching him once more between her soles.
Fred looked at the clock, he had lasted for a little over 7 minutes which felt like an eternity to him. He felt proud, at least she wouldn't tease him about being a quick shot. However, soon after the thought faded, he felt a twinge of sadness. Was it over? Would this be the peak of their relationship with one another? Would he ever see her again after they graduated?
Fred looked at Britney and she smiled at him. There was a hint of something else, a softness that Fred had seen only a couple of times before. It was a look he would get sometimes whenever it got quiet and it was just the two of them, a look that would make him think she liked him more than she was willing to admit. She looked at her feet as she held him and she smiled a bit wider.
"I can feel your heartbeat through my feet, it's soooo cute," she cooed, looking up at him, a genuine happiness in her voice.
"O-Oh, yeah?" he stammered, he wasn't sure how to reply, and his mind was in overdrive, he was just focused on trying not to finish, fearing that would mark the end of whatever was happening between them.
"Yeah, kind of cute that it’s beating just for me! And it's getting faster too... You wanna cum, don't you?" she teased.
"Y-Yes... I do..." he admitted.
"Mhhmmm I know you do, you've been such a good boy for me, so brave, you deserve this," Britney purred as she dragged her toes up his shaft and past his sensitive throbbing head. She had no idea why she was saying what she said, but it was just flowing out of her mouth. Maybe she did have a little thing for Fred.
She looked back at the timer. There were 2 minutes left. Feeling the rush now, she got an idea.
"You almost won Freddy, just 2 more minutes, then I have to take all my clothes off for you. Plus, I wouldn't even mind it if you stared..." Britney said, slightly hushed. "You would love to see me naked wouldn't you?"
"You're beautiful," he moaned. He couldn't look at her, he was afraid that she would see his face and regret all of it. It felt so good though, it wasn't just the 10 minutes, it had been years of build up with her.
Britney's feet slid up his shaft, the slick precum on his cock making her soles slide easily across his skin. She had gotten pretty good at this point. He could feel the muscles of her soles flex as she pumped him. She would squeeze his shaft between her soles on every upstroke, making him twitch and spasm.
"I know, silly," Britney whispered, a genuine smile appearing on her face.
She moved her feet up to his tip, bulging with blood. She pressed her soles against him and began to grind the bottom of her foot into him. She would roll his glans between her toes and slide the underside of her toes against his sensitive slit. It was too much for him, he shut his eyes again. Sensing this, she removed her feet from him for a bit, giving him time to breathe for a bit, before returning to his throbbing length a while later.
Accompanying this, he heard her voice again, this time not coming from his side on the opposite of the couch, but from in front of him:
"Freddy?"
"Huh?" He said out of breath. While he was busy using every single ounce of his willpower to hold back the floodgates he hadn't even noticed that she had stood up from the couch. Fred opened his eyes.
Britney was now sitting on the coffee table in front of him, still giving him her signature pearly white smile, however, this time something about her was different.
She was entirely nude.
Freddy's stomach dropped. His eyes immediately drifted down to her breasts which were just as he'd always imagined them to be, big and round yet still firm, capped with a pair of pink perky nipples. She had one of those tight, athletic bodies that he loved, her waist slim, and her abs tight. Britney had her legs out in front of her slightly bent, still cradling Fred's cock between her soles, this time pointed slightly towards her. Between her legs was her perfectly smooth pussy, her lips looking like two delicate pink petals glistening in the room lighting. In fact, her entire body glistened, radiating beauty, the product of meticulous care and attention to detail. All the models and pornstars he'd seen didn't come close to the beauty he had in front of him. All laid out for his eyes to enjoy.
"I-I don't understand..." he started, sounding confused. After all, there was still time left on the clock.
"Just shut up and cum for me," Britney cut him off. Her feet began to pick up speed again, the slickness of his cock making the stroking of her soft soles glide up and down his shaft. Her tits hung beautifully and swayed a little with each movement of her feet. She squeezed his dick tightly, his head was so red, his cock so swollen, and his precum leaking all over the soles of her feet.
“Let it allllll out on me," she purred, her feet never stopping. She had his cock trapped in the vice that were her soles, and there was nowhere else for him to go but over the edge. Fred's mind was swimming. His best friend had gone from simply jokingly offering him a footjob to being completely naked, sitting in front of him, and telling him to blow his load. He didn't even recognize her as the same girl from before. There was a fire in her eyes and he knew she wasn’t going to let him have any more stamina breaks. His heart rate shot up, the tension in his stomach and his groin building to a fever pitch, he could hear his pulse in his ears, he couldn't take anymore.
"Please Freddy!" Britney begged.
Finally, almost as if on cue, the timer went off just as his orgasm erupted through his entire body like a tidal wave. Fred let out a deep grunt as the dam burst and his hips started to shake. His balls began to clench and his dick began to throb as a long thick rope of his warm, sticky cum erupted from his tip, landing on her chest.
"Good boyyy..." she cooed, watching her work in action, Fred cumming and writhing under her control. The cum was getting everywhere, some on her neck, some on her tits, some on her stomach... Rope after rope of his hot stringy seed shot up and painted her body like his canvas. He was breathing heavily and enjoying the rush of pleasure flooding his brain. It was the best feeling in the world, her soft soles still milking him of everything he had in his body.
Eventually, the spurts began to slow down and the last globs of his semen oozed out onto the top of her feet. Meanwhile, Britney was nearly covered, some of it dripping down her breasts and onto her thighs. She even felt some running down toward her pussy. Fred could smell her perfume mixed with his musk. His body was on fire. He was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the sight before him, as his brain tried to process everything that had happened. Britney smiled at him, the cum running down her body and onto her stomach, her tits heaving up and down with her own breaths, and her pussy glistening wet from her excitement.
"Shittt," she gasped, looking at the mess on her chest, "You must really have feelings for me to do all this."
"Fuck... Brit... it's... all over, I'm... sorry," Fred panted.
"Oh, please, I knew where it was gonna go, besides, it actually feels kinda..." she trailed off.
Fred gave her a weak smile, still recovering from his orgasm.
"So, do you feel like a big strong man now? Marking your territory and all that?" She teased. Britney had always enjoyed teasing Fred. It was something about his demeanor that she just couldn't resist. The fact that he was a bit shy and easily flustered made him so fun to tease. She loved making him blush and stutter. She also knew that deep down he enjoyed it.
Britney lifted her hand and wiped a bit of the cum from her neck with her finger. Fred could see the string of semen stretch as her fingers lifted off of her chest, glistening in the light.
“You look gorgeous,” said Fred, his voice barely a whisper.
“I’m sure me being covered in your kids does a lot for you, doesn’t it? You want me to eat it, don’t you? You fucking pervert!” she teased.
“I mean I wouldn’t complain…” Fred said playfully, “No, but seriously Brit, you’re perfect. Inside and out.”
Britney felt a pinkness grow on her cheeks. She looked away and cleared her throat. She could feel all of the mess on her body. It was a lot. It was so warm and slimy, and the smell was so strong and masculine. More so, there was something hot about how much there was, the idea that Fred released all of this for her, using just her feet. She felt sexy. She tried to picture how much he could give her if she…
She snapped herself out of the thought.
“Well uh, thanks I guess,” she said nervously.
There was an awkward moment between the two, which was kind of a rare occurrence. It felt as though there was a certain tension in the air. The two had done nothing sexual at all up until this point and it happened so quickly now too. Despite them both agreeing earlier that things would stay the same, now they were here, what would become of their friendship now? Would they proceed to never talk about it? Was it just a one time thing?
Britney didn’t know what she was feeling right now, but her mind was racing. A million questions swirled through her thoughts like a hurricane. She thought the reason she hung around him was purely a platonic one, but now that she had done this... Now that she thought about how she would feel saying bye for good... Britney wasn't one to show her emotions. She had always been confident, always in control, hiding behind a shield of narcissism with a sharp tongue as her weapon, but she felt as though she had just let a piece of her armor fall away. The things she said to him earlier, did she mean them? She continued to think as she played with a glob of cum. She was amazed at how it was wet and slimy it was, and the more central to the diameter of the wad, the more cohesive it became. She could wrap ropes around her fingers. It smelled so strongly of him and it had been so long since she had smelled that kind of raw, unfiltered male scent.
She hadn’t had sex since she started her last year, she hadn’t been able to find a guy who would treat her like she wanted. It’s not like she had trouble getting men, it was more so that they never lived up to her expectations, or they expected her to be just some sort of sex doll for their fantasies. Fred on the other hand, was always kind to her, he would listen to her, he was always honest, and she never had to worry about anything when it came to him. It had always been that way since the day they met. She didn't know what else to say.
Finally, it was Fred who broke the tension. "Well, you’re a mess and we have class soon.” He continued, his tone losing the boldness from earlier, “Come on, let me get you a-“
Without warning, something came over her and Britney raised her cum stained hand to her mouth, closing her lips around the rope of semen wrapped around her finger, sucking it clean with a loud pop. Britney made eye contact with him as she did so, a small smile on her face. Fred could see her visually gulp, almost as if she exaggerated it for his pleasure.
His face and body froze.
"Mmmmhmm" Britney hummed, licking her lips as if to savor the flavor. She held eye contact with Fred as she did this. Her lips were slightly stained from the residue left on them and she slowly ran her tongue over her lips as she did so, enjoying his expression of shock and awe. She didn’t know why, but she really liked his reaction. Something about the way his face changed to pure bewilderment, then to an intense stare was intoxicating to her.
"Huh you taste pretty good," she said dryly, poking his now limp dick with the bottom of her foot.
"You don't have to do that for me," he said, trying his best not to sound desperate.
"Who's the narcissist now? I did it for myself," she replied. She then reached down to a glob that had landed right on her left nipple. "Besides, you don't want all your kids to die in the open like that," Britney added with a smirk. "They need to find a nice warm wet place."
"Britney stop, you've done enough for me, we've crossed enough boundaries," said Fred. He didn't know what she was doing but he knew this was going way past friendship territory. He didn't know what he was going to do after this. He didn't know how he was going to live life without her after graduation. It would feel like an entire piece of him had gone missing, like he was losing an organ.
Britney could see his eyes were slightly red, and she could see he was fighting back the urge to cry. She snapped out of it, this wasn't some perverted fantasy for him, he had real feelings for her, she felt guilty now. It had all happened so fast and it wasn't like she was thinking clearly. She wasn't going to just throw their friendship down the drain for a quick fling. Despite their little tryst together, it wasn't just some lust fueled hookup. Britney knew that Fred was a genuine guy and he'd never done anything wrong to her.
"You don't want this?" Britney asked, sounding confused.
"It's not that, I don't want to feel this..." he said as he motioned to himself, "And then have you not feel the same." He looked at her with a sad, pained smile, and she could see the redness in his eyes. He really cared for her, it was more for him than just her looks.
Britney didn't know what she wanted. She was happy just being friends with him, and the last thing she would ever do is lead him on or toy with him like some kind of sex object, and she knew he'd never do the same. Still, something in her wanted more, wanted him to be close to her, and not in a friend kind of way. In a different kind of way. Something in her was drawn to him. She didn't care about how he looked or his physical qualities, it was his personality. The way he cared for her, how he never judged, the way she could talk to him about anything, even things she would never dare talk to another person about. But something was stopping her, it was like that part of her was gagged.
"Freddy, I... I can't..." Britney struggled to get the words out of her mouth.
"Don't. I understand," Fred said, he got up and headed towards the bathroom. He came back a few seconds later with a damp washcloth in hand, kneeling in front of her. He began to gently wipe her clean. First, her chest, then her neck and stomach, then her legs, and finally her feet. She watched him, not really knowing what to do, she could see the sadness on his face as he cleaned the remnants of his orgasm off her. She was still feeling all kinds of emotions.
Fred then stood back up and started to put his clothes back on, not even turning to look at her, still fully nude.
"You should get dressed too," Fred said, looking away from her. He felt a mix of sadness, embarrassment, and shame. He was angry that he had let his feelings for Britney get to him. He felt like a fool, like he was a stupid little kid who had fallen in love with his babysitter or something.
Meanwhile Britney was thinking too, and she hated it. She was angry at herself. She had just done all of this to Fred, her best friend. They weren't ever going back to the same way it was. It was either gonna be over or...
It felt like a hole was forming in her chest and she was doing everything she could to fill it, to think of something, but nothing was coming out. Why couldn't she speak? This wasn't going to fix itself.
Fred headed for the door, looking back one last time at Britney who still sat on the table, still nude, looking away from him, her eyes starting to well up. This time he wasn't oogling her or thinking dirty thoughts, he just wanted to look at her for who she was. Fred opened the door and stepped outside.
"Freddy I-" Britney started.
The door shut behind him, leaving her all alone.