In school, I was one of the band geeks. We had a couple of months, which involved contests every weekend, and we rode to and from on coed buses with beautiful girls of all shapes and sizes who hardly noticed me.

The second weekend, I was lucky enough to get a back seat to myself. A couple of the color guard girls were sitting in the seats across the aisle from me.

I happened to glance down and saw nothing but flip-flops and toes. It just so happened that at the same time, the girl saw my glance, and I thought I was busted.

She turned, leaned back against her friend, and then propped her feet up on the extra space I had. Her friend was more than willing to get closer, but that's another story.

She then pointed and said, “RUB!” What was I supposed to do but what I was told? After a long day on the field performing, her feet were a little sweaty, and they had a slight odor, which sent a spark straight to my cock, for some odd reason.

Oh God, I was hooked! I applied a little pressure here and there, and she looked at me and said, “MORE!” I increased the pressure and heard a slight moan, so I knew something was about to happen.

Eventually, I hit a particular spot, and with that, she came unglued. I swear her eyes crossed, and her seat partner had to keep her from falling off.

She asked me, ”What the hell did you just do?” I wasn’t sure myself what the hell happened, but I liked it.

We stopped for a bathroom break, and when we got back, she handed me a pair of creamed panties, and then I began to figure things out for myself.

The rest of the season, I was busy in the back of the bus with the rest of her group. My next problem was stashing my collection of dirty panties, which ended up being payment for services rendered.

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After my encounter on the bus, I ended up dating a beautiful girl named Heather. She had no idea about my obsession.

I was always taking her out to buy her sandals and pedicures. She loved the pampering and attention.

But I loved the beautiful tan toes, with dark red nails.

One day, we were wrestling around, and I ended up putting my submission hold on one of her beautiful feet, as soon as I found my spot, she turned to putty in my hands, then I heard that familiar moan.

“Oh my god, what was that? I have never had those feelings,” she said, then I looked up and took one of her perfectly shaped, and cared-for toes in my mouth. She had never experienced anything like this and became hooked, just like I am now.

After the discovery of our mutual love of the foot, we became more daring. Heather looked at her pedicures in a different light; the nail technician’s hands were all over them.

I could sit back now and watch her getting hot and bothered. The nail tech was paying special attention to her feet, making her feel like a queen, having them worship her the way she deserves.

We went to the mall and shopped around, and we then headed for the food court.

Heather realized the power her beautiful feet had on men and women alike. She caught the eye of a guy sitting behind her, and I let her know about it.

She dangled her flip-flop just off the tips of her toes, letting her new admirer get a good look at her high arch and slender, smooth ankle.

Just looking at her face, I could tell that she was getting aroused. Heather’s new friend, however, was having a hard time focusing on what he was eating.

When we finished eating, we had to walk right by her new friend's table on the way out. I think he might have choked on his egg roll as we passed by, with Heather’s cherry-red nails and perfect toes.

On the way out, Heather wanted to stop at a particular novelty shop that was popular in my youth. “Wait for me out here. I'll be right back,” Heather said.

Soon enough, she came bounding back out, with a small package in a bag. What is that? I said. “Don't worry, it's for later on,” she said. Which drove me completely nuts.

We made our way out to the car, and as soon as Heather got in, her shoes came off.

Heather turned in her seat, then leaned back on the door. She was resting one foot on my growing crotch, and the other rubbing from my belly to my chest.

One simple word, “DRIVE!” she said. I looked straight at her like she was possessed, and again “DRIVE!” (Back at the time, seatbelt laws were nonexistent and no one would think twice about a girl riding like that)

Finally, I was back at my place (parents'). It was the longest drive I've ever had from the mall. Thanks to Heather, I had to wait for my cock to calm down before I went in. Good thing, because Mom was at home fixing dinner.

“Hope you kids are hungry,” Mom said.

"Oh, I am, Mom, and I'm sure Heather is hungry as well. We worked up an appetite at the mall. (stink eye from Heather).

"We're going to go watch TV till dinner is done, Mom."

"Okay, I will call you when I get it done,” said Mom.

At dinner, Dad said, “Your mother and I are going out for bowling night. What are you guys up to tonight?”

I think we're going over to Billy's house for a while.

We left for a while after eating dinner.

“Billie’s house?” asked Heather. “You know he doesn't like me, and we don't get along,” she said. "Relax, that is only a cover story. When they leave, we come back to an empty house. For at least three hours. Now do you get it?

We came back right after they left for bowling.

I followed Heather in, locking the door behind us.

The air was so thick with anticipation and hormones.

I put my arms around her from behind, and plant my lips on her neck, whispering in her ear that we are finally alone, lying on my bed making out, and taking each other in. She grabbed my cock like she was going to fall off the earth and stroked it.

My brain became numb. It was someone else's hand on it other than mine.

She got the bag from the store with my surprise in it, pulling out a small box with a bottle of lube. “This is for you,” she said.

It had a picture of a honey pot with a chili pepper stuck in the top, Sweet Heat, edible massage oil, sweet on the tongue, and hot on the skin.

“Rub my feet down with it, and make them nice and slick,” Heather said.

I slathered the lube on while she lay there moaning, squirming, and grabbing her beautiful grapefruit-sized titties, the oil was everything it advertised.

I felt the heat, then took her toes in my mouth, and it tasted like honey.

Heather had an orgasm and took my cock between her feet. She took her feet and put them together, toe to toe, heel to heel. “Fuck my feet!” she demanded.

“I want you to fuck my sensitive virgin feet, and cum on my painted toes,” she said.

It didn't take long before she was cumming again, and I was getting ready to paint her toes with my cum.

I then pulled away from her feet and aimed my cock at her beautiful toes, covering all ten of them.

We were spent, covered in sweat and oil.

Lying next to each other, out of breath and holding each other.

I went and got a towel and cleaned up her feet. I then kissed them and made her feel like my queen.

I love you, Heather.

“I love you, Jerry,” she said.

Even though we didn't fuck that night, it was the beginning of a long sexual relationship.

Next chapter, I will go deeper into Heather, much deeper.