Lena had always been the perfect friend to Sarah. They'd grown up together, their families were close, and they shared countless inside jokes. But as they got older, Sarah started to develop an embarrassing secret crush on her best friend. It wasn't physical attraction; it was something more intimate—Lena's feet. Sarah had a foot fetish, and Lena's feet were the object of her desires.
One night, after a long day of hanging out, they were headed back to Sarah's place. As they walked up to the door, Sarah couldn't help but notice that Lena didn't take off her flats. Lena was usually the most considerate person, but this time, she was keeping her feet hidden. It piqued Sarah's curiosity.
"Hey, why aren't you taking off your shoes?" Sarah asked casually.
"Oh, you know how my feet get sweaty in these things," Lena replied sheepishly. "I don't want to smell up your place."
"Don't worry, I won't notice," Sarah assured her, trying to sound nonchalant. But inside, her heart was beating faster. She wanted to see those feet—smelly or not.
As they stepped inside the apartment, Sarah couldn't help but steal glances at Lena's feet. She watched as Lena kicked off her flats and sighed in relief. For a moment, Sarah thought she had imagined it all. But then, Lena caught her looking.
"What are you doing?" Lena asked, her voice filled with suspicion.
"Nothing," Sarah stammered, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I just... I like your feet, okay? I have a foot fetish."
Lena's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't run away or laugh in embarrassment. Instead, she took a deep breath and slowly sat down on the couch. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah nodded eagerly. "Yeah, really." She moved closer to Lena and reached out to touch her feet. "Please, can I?"
Lena hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. Sarah gently took Lena's foot in her hands and started to massage it, her heart racing with anticipation and nerves. She could feel Lena's toes curl under her touch, and she couldn't help but smile.
As Sarah worked on Lena's feet, she couldn't help but think about how close they were. Their legs were touching, their bodies aligned, and yet they had never crossed this boundary before. It felt both terrifying and exhilarating.
After what felt like hours (but was probably only twenty minutes), Sarah leaned back, her hands still resting on Lena's feet. She looked up at Lena, who was staring at her with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
"I never knew," Lena whispered, still processing the revelation.
"I know, I'm sorry," Sarah replied, her voice quiet but firm. "I should have told you sooner."
They sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. But then, Lena broke the silence.
"You know what?" she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm actually kind of flattered."
Sarah couldn't believe her ears. "You are?"
"Yeah," Lena replied, nodding slowly. "I mean, it's a bit weird, but... thanks?"
Sarah laughed softly and leaned in to kiss Lena's sweaty, stinky foot. "Anytime," she whispered.
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