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Title: Suck My Feet, Freshman!!! - The Housemate
Marcia's house was old but comfortable, with a warm atmosphere that instantly made me feel at home. She was a senior, and we had met during the campus tour. She had offered me a room in her house if I was willing to do something for her. I wasn't sure what that something was, but I needed a place to stay, so I accepted.
On my first day at the house, Marcia came down from her room wearing a short dress that barely covered her long legs. Her feet were adorned with bright red nail polish, and she casually uncrossed them, exposing the soft skin between her toes. "I hope you like my little feet, freshman," she smirked.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. I'd never been this close to a girl's feet before. Marcia noticed my unease and laughed. "Relax, freshman. I just wanted to see how you handle them." She stood up and walked towards the living room. "Follow me."
I followed her, my eyes glued to her perfect ass and the sway of her hips. She sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. I sat down slowly, my gaze drifting down to her feet again. She crossed her legs, revealing the smooth curve of her calf muscle. "So, freshman," she began, her voice low and seductive, "are you ready to prove yourself?"
I nodded, my throat dry. "Yes, ma'am."
Marcia grinned. "Good boy. Here's what you have to do." She took off her shoes, revealing a pair of black high heels. "Kiss my feet."
I hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and pressing my lips against her foot. She giggled softly, her toes curling in delight. "That's a good start," she purred. "Now, take off your shoes and socks."
I quickly unlaced my shoes and pulled off my socks, revealing my bare feet. "Now, put them in your mouth and suck on them."
I did as I was told, my tongue dancing across the smooth skin of my feet. Marcia groaned, her hand moving up to her head in delight. "Mmm, that's it, freshman," she moaned. "Your feet taste so good."
I looked up at her, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire. She leaned closer to me, her breath hot against my ear. "You see, freshman," she whispered, "that's what I meant by proving yourself."
From that day on, I knew that every time Marcia needed help with her shoes or socks, it was my job to take care of them. And as the semester went on, our relationship grew deeper, more intimate. But that's a story for another time.
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