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The very next night, parents were asleep, and I was sitting in the middle of the couch playing video games when Inaya came in. She sat on her typical side and waited for me to finish. When the round was over, I hopped off, turned to her, and said hi. She looked to be in a good mood, and I asked what she wanted to do. She just shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Maybe we can watch another movie or just hang out.”

I noted the moment because it was the first time she hadn’t just joined in with what I was already doing but actually came specifically to hang out. We were a little closer than usual since I was seated in the middle, and Inaya used her toes to inch her bare feet closer to me. I glanced at them and looked back up to her asking her if she wanted another foot massage. She said, “No, but we did run a lot for P.E. today and my feet are pretty sore. I might just lie on the floor and let them rest here…” She was being coy and clearly didn’t feel like she could say what she wanted but laid on the floor with her feet propped on the couch.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the nearest one. “Stop touching me. Why do you want to touch my feet all the time?” I wondered this was a dumb game, but she was 18 and inexperienced with boys.

“Shut up and just let me help.” She couldn’t quite hide her smirk as she was getting exactly what she wanted. I didn’t like the direction the power dynamic was shifting even though she was being a little flirtier. Plus I needed to get something out of this arrangement too.

She was lying on the floor with her eyes closed telling me about something with college. I wasn’t really listening. I was playing with her toes, enjoying rubbing her caramel skin, thinking about how her panties smell and all the things I want to do to her. I could feel my cock growing in my underwear just beneath her foot resting in my lap. I continued to fantasize and mumbling “yeah,” “definitely,” and “wow that’s crazy” as she spoke. My erection grew until it was threatening to push out from under my waistband. Her foot was right next to it, so I shifted her just a little closer so her foot was resting against me. It clearly didn’t register what it was or that it was anything of note, so I continued the massage but started rubbing against her foot.

After a minute, I switched feet and when her other foot came over, I rested the sole of her foot along the length of my cock. Her toes curled against the back of my head and she sat up slightly looking between my legs. I pulled her foot back and started massaging it. “Something wrong? Does that feel ok?” She just looked at me heavy with skepticism but went back to lying down with her eyes closed. I kept rubbing her heal against my shaft as I massaged her, but after a couple minutes, I was getting bored and wanted more. So I set her foot along the length of my cock and grabbed the whole thing: her foot and my cock together, and I was basically masturbating using her foot and my thumb.

She got very quiet and was looking off to the side not saying anything. She was fidgeting with the drawstring on her hoodie, and it was clear she knew what I was doing and was extremely uncomfortable. Maybe she was afraid or something, but she also didn’t do anything to stop me. I asked about the test she had been studying for, and all she said was, “It was fine,” and wouldn’t look at me. I actually did feel a little bad. I didn’t actually want her to be uncomfortable, but like the other things I have done so far, this was so erotic for me in a new and unique way I had to try.

I was actually blown away that she was still letting me do this. Obviously she never gave consent, but she hasn’t stopped me which I took as her being conflicted but maybe wanting it? Fuck it. It felt good. More than that it the fact that this was such an intense and risky situation that was turning me on. Her silence was egging me on, and now I need to know how much I could get away with.

I started sliding my waistband down so inch by inch my cock was being exposed and inch by inch her little soft foot was resting against even more of it, skin to skin, until my boxers were down by her heel. Now it really did feel good, and I was very clearly stroking myself with her foot. She buried her eyes in the nook of her inner elbow, and I could see she was crying. But still she did nothing to stop me.

I wanted to pull my underwear all the way off but didn’t want to disturb the already precarious situation I was in. That notion lasted only a few moments before I lifted my ass off the couch and slid them off completely. I had my legs spread open in front of her, but she was still covering her eyes. Using both hands on her foot and both thumbs on my shaft, I was pumping my cock much harder and faster. At this point, I just wanted to cum before she got skittish and took off. My heart was beating out of my chest. My breathing had become heavy coming out in audible exhales just below a moan as I was edging closer to cumming. My head was rolled back with my eyes closed, and my mind was drifting to fantasies about Inaya: what she looked like under her clothes, tasting her actual pussy instead of what I can get from her panties, and taking her from behind.

I could feel it. I could keep pushing it and cum right now if I wanted. Opening my eyes, I looked down at Inaya. She was looking up at me with eyes wet with tears, but she wasn’t crying anymore. She was just watching. I couldn’t decipher what that look was. Pain? Confusion? Curiosity? Shame? Desire? Some or all of them, but I really didn’t know. I knew that I was ready to cum, that she was watching, and that I was glad she was watching.

“Fuck.” I was only able to get out the one word as my tensed, hands wrapped tightly around her foot and my cock. All movement paused for a moment. Then I started stroking with her foot against and cum erupted out of me and my cock was throbbing against her. She was pulling her toes back and away and for the first time, she actually was pulling her foot away. It was too late now, though; I had her in a death grip until I was done ejaculating. By the end of it, my shirt was covered and some was running down my shaft, but her foot was spared. She had stopped resisting when I let go and let my cock flop down in a mess of its own making.

I was looking her in the eyes now and trying to catch my breath. She had a look of disgust, but instead of pulling her foot back immediately, she let it slowly drop away only after spreading her toes and pushing gently against the bas of my shaft at the top of my balls. I couldn’t say for sure, but I wondered she wanted to feel it one time on her own before pulling away completely.

She scooted away from me once and hugged her knees to her chest looking at my half naked body and cum dripping down my shirt processing what just happened. It only lasted a few seconds before she stood and briskly walked to her room. I lay back and caught my breath. I couldn’t stop the wide small spreading across my face once again utterly satisfied with the night.

NSFW: yes

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