Anna's Magic

The next few weeks were a blur of experiences for Anna and me. She and Deana had gotten together a few more times both with us guys and without. When I wasn’t there she would tell me almost everything that she and Deana did together. For instance, as a surprise one night Anna had bought a strap-on dildo and fucked Deana in the ass with it. I remember Deana having told us that secretly she wanted to try anal sex but was too afraid that it would hurt too much and that Mark wouldn’t go slowly enough for her. That seemed to be all the encouragement that Anna needed and she made the brunette’s wish come true as the two spent an afternoon together, making sure that Deana was relaxed enough first. Now Deana says that all she wants is anal sex and Mark has been happy to oblige. But that is Anna, always going that extra mile for her friends, both sexually and non-sexually. Quite often I would find little love notes tucked in my desk at work or in my car. That’s what I liked about her, although she was more often than not busy with her clients she always found time for me, and that meant more to me than any experience. We talked almost every night when we weren’t together and she wasn’t ‘working’. This also allowed both of us some breathing space and it seemed we both loved the openness. There was no jealousy on either part, as I knew that Anna would always do things safely and discreetly. She had no problem with telling me about her clients and I shared to her that I was writing about our experiences, promising that she could read them if she had wanted.

One Sunday night we were sitting on the couch at my place watching T.V. and talking. Anna was somewhat despondent as that morning Crystal had told her that she was taking off to backpack across Europe with her new boyfriend Rick. The couple had met one night at a pub that the girls frequented and it seemed like the girl had fallen head over heels in love with him. Anna tried to talk her out of it, telling Crystal about the pratfalls of taking such a long trip with someone she barely knew. In the end it was Crystal who put her foot down, basically telling Anna to butt out of her personal life and that she was a big girl now. It wasn’t the first time in her life that Anna had to let go of a friend. Hurt, she had come over and we talked all afternoon about it, which made her feel better about letting Crystal go. After all it wasn’t forever, for Crystal was planning on going back to school to further her education after Christmas. As we talked I could sense Anna’s demeanor changing and it made me feel good to be able to help. Later I gave my girlfriend a foot massage while we watched the tube and made fun of the contestants on a reality show when the subject of ‘first times’ came up. I went first and after confessing to be a virgin until I was eighteen it was my turn to ask her.

“So when was your first time with a woman?” I queried, massaging lotion into her soft soles. My boldness was surprising to Anna, who smiled and blushed brightly.

“Well actually…” She started, blushing even more. “It was a couple of firsts that night. It was my first lesbian encounter and it was the first time I ever got turned on by touching and licking another girl’s feet…” I almost came right then and there. I had been meaning to ask her about our shared fetish but the thought had slipped my mind. I tried to regain my composure.

“Really?” I asked, swallowing hard, not knowing what to say at that moment.

“Yes,” She shyly replied, shifting her foot in my hand. “I enjoy the occasional foot play.” I was still trying to comprehend the statement that I’d just heard. I couldn’t resist as I took her big toe in my mouth and sucked lightly on it, realizing too late that it had a plentiful amount of hand lotion on it. Not the best tasting, as my sour expression indicated to her. Regaining my composure I took a drink of wine to wash out the flavor of the lotion.

“That is

so

cool! I need you to tell me all about it!” I replied turning to Anna excitedly.

“Oh and why’s that?” Anna soothingly asked.

“So I can write it down for my story. It would make a great read someday.” I could tell she was somewhat apprehensive about it. “We can change all the names so that no one will know it is you. C’mon, what do you say?” Anna thought for a moment, and then a wicked smile crossed her face.

“Why don’t I do you one better and write the story myself?” I never knew her to be a writer, but I wasn’t about to argue.

“Great! We can get started right away!” I said, jumping up and heading for the computer. Anna sheepishly followed, not yet sure of what she was getting into. I turned on her computer and sat her down in front of the screen, making sure she was comfortable. “There. Now I’ll leave you alone but if you need any help just let me know.” I comforted my new prodigy, making sure the chair was at the right height. Kissing her on the cheek, I left her to her story. Here it is:

Hi! I’m not too sure how to start so I guess I’ll just introduce myself; I’m Anna, I’m twenty-two years old and I stand about five six with long blonde hair that goes down just past my shoulders. I have blue eyes, I don’t wear glasses, and I hate rude people! My friends tell me I’m very attractive but I’ve never let it go to my head. I eat right, exercise and let everything else take care of itself. I’m not sure if you want to know, but it seems that most of the erotic stories I read have measurements. My breasts are a 34C but I’m not too sure about the rest. My best feature in my opinion is my ass, as it seemed to get the attention from all the guys in high school anyway. Not too big, but very well shaped, if I do say so myself. My boyfriend Steve wanted me to write about my first lesbian experience, so here goes:

It was the summer after high school and I had just turned nineteen. My parents had taken a two-week vacation to Mexico, leaving my younger sister Sarah and I home alone. To help keep me company my friend Tara had stayed with me in the large old house, which seemed so empty when my folks were gone. During the days Tara and I hung out at the mall, talking and flirting with all the guys that always seemed to be around. We sometimes went to the pool with Sarah and her friends, but we found them to be immature so we mostly just lay around tanning, watching the people as they splashed around in the water. I had occasional boyfriends but they always wanted one thing, and at the time I had just broken up with a guy who had tried to sleep with one of my friends. That is where Tara came in. Even though she was a year older than me she was painfully shy and awkward with the guys, and at the time I was just fine with that. I just wanted to hang out and do ‘girl stuff’ and forget about guys for a while. I wanted nothing to do with them but my hormones wouldn’t let me. Most nights I would lie in bed masturbating while I fantasized about one of the cute men we met at the mall or at the pool. I would sometimes fantasize about women as well, what their soft touch, their smooth skin and gentle caresses would feel like.

I remember having a dream about seducing Tara, taking control and ripping her clothes off while I rubbed my breasts against her soft skin. The pool was great because it allowed me to satisfy my voyeuristic side with all the skimpy bikinis, tight fitting spandex and bare skin. Sometimes I would catch myself looking at Tara’s tanned body, wondering what it might be like to touch her and feel her next to me. For her part Tara was also somewhat of a prude when it came to sexuality. She always put on her suntan lotion by herself because she was so self-conscious for whatever reason. Tara was a little taller than me with short brown hair and the cutest of freckles that she hated but I adored. Her breasts were slightly larger than mine. (A 36D if I remember correctly.) Her most striking feature was her long slender legs and perfectly shaped feet. Don’t ask me why, but for some reason I enjoyed staring at her feet as she crossed her legs while we tanned. I always tried to shift around on my towel so I my head would be at her feet, allowing me to catch a glimpse of them, her soft pink wrinkled soles and brightly colored toenails just inches from my face. I yearned to just reach out and kiss them, but I didn’t want Tara to freak out. I would sometimes get turned on when we horsed around in the pool and I would grab her feet to flip her into the water. I was more muscular than her at the time, so I was able to easily overpower her into the position that I wanted.

She and I sometimes talked about doing stuff with each other but Tara was always too prudish to try anything. Once on a dare I tried to get her to tongue kiss with me but at the last minute she chickened out. I knew she wouldn’t have done it, as when we talked about anything related to sex she would blush deeply and change the subject. I was about to write her off due to the fact that she would probably never be interested in trying anything with me, that is until one evening during her stay at my house.

It had been hot and sticky all day and as the evening progressed thunderstorms had rolled in from the west. Tara and I had rented a movie and after Sarah went to bed we started watching it. It was a comedy, which suited us just fine as it took our minds off the storm that raged outside. We were snuggled on the couch under a blanket, Tara at the one end and I at the other, our legs entwined under the covers. I seemed to remark this position, as we never had done this before and the feel of her soft skin on my bare legs was electrifying. Being late we were both dressed in our pajamas. I was wearing my skimpy cotton P.J.’s with just panties on underneath. As usual Tara was wearing her dowdy flannel nightgown that I hated as it covered up everything that was womanly about her. Even with the outfit she was wearing it didn’t take long before my mind was wandering again to lustful thoughts of her. We had been at the pool when the storm hit, so instead of running to the change rooms we just stripped out of our bikinis under a tree and put our clothes back on right there. I noticed that as we changed Tara made no effort in covering up, and this allowed me the opportunity to see her beautiful breasts for the first time. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that she was catching glimpses of my short blonde curls as my pussy came into view and this turned me on even more. In her haste she put on her sweat pants without any underwear, allowing me a glimpse of her outer pussy lips. They were dark and fully engorged with blood as if she was aroused as much as I was right then. In my mind I wanted to stop time at that moment, so I had the chance to see her in all her glory without the fear of being caught.

As we watched the movie I could feel the wetness gathering between my legs. I was finding it hard to concentrate on the plot as I was awash in my daydream. I was beginning to breath heavy, and I hoped that Tara wouldn’t pick up on my heightened arousal. I looked over to see her engrossed in the movie, her head propped on an arm. She had a crush on one of the actors in it, so not even the thunder and lightning outside was distracting her. I seized this opportunity to quietly reach under the blanket and touch my super-sensitive clit. The next few moments seemed to fly as I rubbed my cunt all the while dreaming about Tara. I knew it was wrong to want to do the nasty things I wanted to do to my friend, but I was attracted to her in ways I never thought possible and yearned for so long to do make love to her. This was a different daydream, and I felt myself more aroused than ever. It was then that I decided to test the waters and finally do something about it.

Ever so slowly I slid my right foot along Tara’s outstretched legs towards her crotch as if I was stretching out. She didn’t seem to notice so I continued until my soft toes touched the thin material of her panties. I carefully glanced over to see her eyes still fixed on the TV, almost oblivious to my exploring foot. I just sat there for a few moments to see if she would notice, my breathing becoming more and more irregular with anticipation. Then very gently, I eased the crotch of her panties to one side and softly began to rub her warm outer pussy lips with my big toe. I heard a soft gasp from my friend and she shifted slightly on the couch, raising her hips to meet my inquisitive foot. I waited for the smallest signs of resistance but her eyes were still transfixed on the screen. Quietly I continued to rub my toe up and down her slit, feeling the first signs of wetness emanating from her. A thousand thoughts rushed through my brain, from lust to apprehension and everything in between. I wanted to please her in so many ways right then and there, but there also was the smallest tinge of regret that I could possibly lose a friend by doing the things I was doing to her.

Just then Tara reached for the remote and paused the movie. Startled, I quickly withdrew my foot from her crotch as she jumped up off the couch. “I have to go to the bathroom.” She announced uneasily, as if her voice had somehow changed. I nodded and watched her as she waded up the stairs awkwardly.

Did she chicken out again? Is she pissed off at me? Did I make her feel uncomfortable?

My mind raced as I tried to regain my composure. After all, she was my friend, and I didn’t want anything to jeopardize that. I decided to slow things down and see if she responded first before continuing my erotic ‘foot-play’.

A few moments later Tara returned, a bright smile on her face as she took up the same position as before on the couch and restarted the movie. I was expecting her to curl up in a ball on her end of the couch but to my pleasant surprise she slid her legs across under the blanket again. As if heedless to what had just transpired only moments before she pressed play on the remote and continued watching the movie. For the next few minutes I didn’t move an inch, waiting for her to get comfortable again. It was then that I felt her shift her position farther down the couch so that her pussy was again just inches from my foot. Whatever apprehension I had at that moment was gone, and I responded by once again placing my toes at the entrance to her womanhood. To my delight I found that she had removed her panties, as I was met with only the inviting warmth of her pussy. I looked over at Tara for a response but once again she ignored me, seemingly engrossed in the movie. I was now able to freely explore the supple folds of her slit without the hindrance of her panties and I took to this with curiosity. I wanted to touch every inch of her womanhood with my toes, to feel her lips, to rub her clit. Deliberately I began to circle her sensitive bud, feeling it pulse against my prying digit as I felt Tara shift her ass forward, putting more pressure on it. It was if I was breaking down her barriers with my foot and that made me feel very powerful as a new rush of excitement came over me.

Reluctantly I stopped playing with her clit and trailed my toe towards the opening of her cunt. I knew Tara was not a virgin, (Girls talk!) so I wasn’t afraid of that as my big toe penetrated her. She whimpered loudly and threw her head back against the couch, her eyes fluttering dreamily. I flexed my calf muscle, driving the digit in until my other toes made contact with her ass. Tara gradually spread her legs until one foot rested on the back cushion of the sofa, the other on the floor. This allowed me to start a gentle rocking motion with my foot and I fucked my friend with a slow yet purposeful rhythm. Tara’s body swayed against the digit, her moans becoming more audible as she threw off the blanket and began to frig herself shamelessly. Soon her fingers were wet and sticky from her secretions and I was getting wetter by the second at the erotic sight before me. Here was this somewhat demure, innocent girl awash in ecstasy and I was the source of her pleasure! I felt a small shock of a small orgasm that wracked through my body.

Tara then grabbed my foot with her free hand and started working it into her sopping cunt with it. I was now rubbing my aching clit with my right hand as my left hand steadied me on the sofa. We looked at each other with lustful eyes as our bodies shuddered and shook towards sweet release, awash in pleasure. It was then that Tara’s body convulsed and she went stiff, tossing her head around as she came, her sweet nectar spilling out around my tender toes. I waited until she eased herself back against the couch and her breathing returned to normal before withdrawing my foot from her moist folds. I lazily rubbed my own pussy as Tara recovered; her body motionless. Then to my amazement I stared as she drew my toes into her mouth, licking her cream from between the soaked digits. All the while she looked me deep in the eyes and I swore I had another small orgasm from the spectacle. I couldn’t speak as nasty thoughts permeated my being. All I could do is gawk in amazement at my playmate.

“Fuck Anna that was awesome!” She breathed, placing my foot on her thigh. I smiled warmly as if I were accepting an award or something.

“I’ve wanted to do something like that for a while now.” I replied, caressing her leg. “I just didn’t want you to freak out.”

“Freak out? I’ve wanted you to try something all night! The last thing I was going to do it freak out. In fact, I want to return the favor.” With that Tara shifted her legs so that her feet were at my pussy. Knowing what she meant I reclined slightly as Tara’s slender toes came into contact with my overheated sex. One touch and the room went electric, and I felt my orgasm rapidly building inside me. Like me, Tara took her time exploring my pussy with her toes, easing them into me only to withdraw and lavish my aching clit with her big toe. I spread my legs further apart, allowing her full access to my womanhood. I swear I could feel every distinctive feature of her peds and this drove me insane with desire. We found ourselves in a slow rhythm that built speed until I was tossing about in bliss as my new playmate fucked me with her toes. If my parents had arrived home at that time I swore they would have thrown me in a convent for sure. This only added to my arousal and I soon felt the familiar onset of my pending orgasm.

“Stick your toe in my ass!” I moaned loudly, surprised at the words I spoke. I didn’t care though, for I was at the point of no return. Tara gladly obliged as I felt her big toe at the entrance of my ass. It was warm and slick with juices from my heightened state. I reached around with both hands and spread my ass-cheeks as she penetrated me, slowly easing her digit past my sphincter. I had on occasion fingered my ass while I masturbated so I was used to the intrusion and knew how to relax. These sensations though were something I’d never felt before as I’d never had a toe in my ass. I felt like a dirty little whore, asking my girlfriend to do almost unspeakable things to me as I worked myself to orgasm. For her part Tara was doing things to me that I’d only dreamt about, and far off dreams at that, or so I thought. It was then that I grasped her other foot and placed it on my clit, rubbing the wrinkled sole against the sensitive bud. Soon the combination of one toe in my ass and the other on my clit overwhelmed me and I came in torrents, all the while mouthing dirty little words to my friend. I fell back against the sofa cushions, not moving at all, not wanting to move for that matter. Tara patiently waited for me to finish before easing her big toe from my gripping anal ring. Before she could move though I trapped her ankles in my sweaty palms and brought her delicate peds to my mouth, inhaling the traces of sweat and my juices that coated her feet like some natural perfume. I sucked her toes into my mouth with abandon as Tara wiggled them sweetly, giggling from the ticklishness of my tongue. The slightly sweaty aroma wafted through my nostrils, encouraging me on. I then repeated the procedure until all ten toes were bathed clean of my juices and I was satisfied.