It was a difficult time for both of us. I had finally mustered the courage to end things with my boyfriend, and you were still reeling from yours. We had both tried flirting with other people, but the spark was just never quite the same. I felt bad about how hard it seemed to be for you, so when you mentioned how hot you thought my feet were, I figured it couldn't hurt to indulge you a little.
You had always been honest with me, even when it was hard to hear. So when you admitted that you had been fantasizing about me since we were kids, it made me realize that maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. I mean, we were best friends – why not share this newfound desire?
I hadn't realized just how much your breakup had taken a toll on you until after our first foot job. The way you moaned and begged for more, the way you looked at me with those hazy eyes full of desire... It was like a switch had been flipped. Suddenly, all you could think about was my feet and all the pleasure they could bring.
We decided that we would keep things the way they were – foot jobs only. Fucking my best friend would get complicated, and we both knew it. Plus, we didn't want to risk ruining our friendship by taking things too far. So we settled into our new routine – you worshiping my feet at every opportunity, me giving in to your desires.
As time went on, it became more and more apparent that you didn't need anyone else. Not when you had me and my perfect little piggies to keep you satisfied. And so, I continued to let you feast on my feet, knowing that this was all you needed now. You became obsessed with them, spending hours each day worshipping them, and I had to admit, it was kind of hot.
We both knew that this was a dangerous game we were playing, but for now, it seemed to be working. You had endless foot jobs from this foot pussy, and you didn't seem to care about anything else anymore. You were content just being at my feet, wanting nothing more. And so, we continued our taboo relationship, both of us knowing that we were crossing lines that we shouldn't be crossing. But damn, it felt so good.
