Arhen, a college exchange student from Germany, stepped out of the new black Lexus sedan wearing a T-shirt and jeans. He looked up and down the urban street. The grass was cut perfectly on every lawn. Short, skinny newly planted trees stood in the center of those large green squares, and all the houses were pretentiously large. Each had a double or triple car garage connected to its corresponding house.
“Need any help?” George Foremen asked Arhen, clad in kaki shorts and polo top.
Arhen noticed Mr. Foremen’s masculine arm holding his hand out anticipating the weight of a bag. Not wanting to disappoint the kind, built, brown haired adult, Arhen handed him one of his bags. It was a black sports bag, which held Arhen’s clothes. Arhen unloaded the rest of his luggage.
“It’s almost dinner time. You’ll have just enough time to meet the family before we eat,” Mr. Foremen announced as they headed up the red brick walkway leading to the front door of the white three story house.
They entered the house. Though it looked huge on the outside, it was much bigger on the inside. Arhen stared in wonder while Mr. Foremen led him upstairs to his room.
“I’ll let you unpack while I tell the misses we’re back,” George said and left the room.
This place is so big they can’t even hear each other when they enter, Arhen thought.
The twenty-one year old German student unzipped the black bag first. He began unpacking the clothes and personal items when he heard a knock. Arhen turned around and saw something he wasn’t expecting to see.
“Hi, I’m Julia,” the beautiful blonde girl said.
Arhen stared blankly into her deep, blue eyes. He quickly scanned her from top to bottom. She wore a light blue bikini with sandals, towel in hand. Her tan skin glistened against her tight, firm body. The pretty young woman had muscle, but she wasn’t butch.
She flipped her long, golden hair and tried again, “Um, I said hi.”
Arhen shook his head and answered, “Oh, Ja. I’m still getting used to this language.”
Actually, Arhen spoke English fluently. He only used it as an excuse for his nervousness and shock at seeing this beauty queen standing at his door.
“May I come in?” she asked.
“Yes, yes. Come herein.”
“Herein?” she asked, her face twisted in a puzzled look.
“I apologize. It means in here. Sometimes I accidentally switch between languages. It becomes confusing sometimes.”
“Oh, I can imagine. I just came in from tanning in the backyard. So what do you think of America?” she asked sitting down on the bed with her legs crossed.
“It’s big. The houses and cars. Everything. In Germany, everything’s smaller.”
“You’re not smaller.”
Arhen blushed. He glanced down and noticed the large bulge pushing against his tight jeans. Tight jeans were the fashion in Europe. Arhen felt out of place when he noticed all the other kids wearing baggy pants. He took a couple steps to shield his bulge, but he accidentally stepped on something.
“Ouch!” the girl squealed.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I did not mean to hurt your foot,” he tried to apologize.
She pouted and massaged her right foot. Arhen, not knowing what to do, knelt down and helped her massaged her bruised foot. He noticed he had only stepped on the three middle toes.
“Better?” he asked.
“A little. Maybe you should kiss it better.”
Arhen’s eyes darted uncomfortably. He wasn’t sure if the girl was joking or if she really wanted him to kiss her toes.
“Please?” she asked sweetly.
Arhen couldn’t resist her seductive voice and sexy smile, which showed her rows of perfect pearly white teeth.
He kissed the tips of her toes and moved to their bases. She didn’t tell him to stop, so Arhen continued kissing the top of her right foot. He held the smooth, hairless, tan foot delicately in his hands while kneeling before her.
Suddenly, the young man realized what the situation looked like, and it excited him. He imagined Julia as his mistress ordering him to worship her beautiful feet. Arhen had a weak spot for domination. Just the word, dominate, stirred feelings deep down in his stomach.
Embarrassed with his thoughts, Arhen abruptly stopped kissing the girl’s foot. His long, dirty blonde hair covered his hazel eyes as he stood up and turned away from the beauty sitting on his bed.
“Why’d you stop? That felt marvelous,” the nymph spoke.
“I have to unpack.”
“Well, you still have another foot to kiss mister,” she said with a smile on her face and giggled.
“Julia, I see you’ve met Arhen already,” Mr. Foremen said as he entered the room.
“Uh huh. I was going to help him unpack.”