That night, I lay awake in my bed until sunrise. All I could think about was Katie and her perfect feet, my mind replaying the scene where I held her foot over and over again. It never got old; I could live in that moment forever. More than anything, I wanted to be her servant. On the other hand, I didn't want to risk losing a lifetime of friendship over some fetish.
At that moment, I decided that it wasn't worth the risk. There were plenty of other girls that had even prettier feet than Katie, while also discounting the risk to an existing friendship. For the time being, I was content with my fantasies being just that: a fantasy.
With that, I let loose and had the most amazing jerkoff session I had ever experienced. I imagined myself in Katie's room, knelt at the foot of her bed while she sat above me. She held her foot up to my lips and smirked, gently sliding her big toe into my mouth.
"Suck on it, servant." she'd say, and I would.
At that point, I had already exploded. Just the thought of sucking on a single one of her toes was enough to push me over the edge. It almost made me reconsider my stance on keeping it contained to just a fantasy, but I returned to my senses pretty fast. This couldn't happen in real life, not without ruining our friendship. In the end, my friendship with Katie mattered too much just to throw away like that.
The following night, she came over for a sleepover. An eighteen year old guy and girl spending the night together would normally have some pretty hefty implications, however this was something we had done for years and nobody thought anything of it.
"So what do you wanna do?" I asked as she entered my room.
She shrugged, throwing her bag down, "Dunno. I was gonna finish this book I've been reading."
She crouched down to reach into her bag, unzipping it. Much to my relief, she had either forgotten about the 'servant' thing or was choosing to not mention it. A few moments later, she pulled a book out of her bag and held it up.
"Ok, that's cool." I jumped onto my bed as she flipped open the book and began searching for her page, "I'll just be on my phone if you need me."
I climbed onto my bed and sprawled out onto my back, holding my phone above me. Mindlessly scrolling was a common pastime of mine, but it wasn't something I usually did while Katie was over. Typically her first suggestion was to do something that included both of us. This time though, she immediately wanted to read a book alone.
After a couple minutes of scrolling, I saw the shape of Katie climbing onto my bed out of the corner of my vision. This was pretty common for her to do as my bed was more than big enough for two people. She lay on her front at the other end of the bed, looking down at her book. Her long legs stretched along the mattress, her socked feet resting comfortably on the pillow just a few inches from my head.
All it would've taken was a small turn of my head for my nose to touch her foot, but I resisted. However badly I wanted to smell her foot, it wasn't worth the risk of ruining our friendship. Katie yawned, her body shifting slightly as she did so. Her feet moved closer to me, just barely rubbing against my head.
It stayed like this for a moment, with me daring not to breathe. I couldn't see her face, but I could have sworn she had a small smile playing on her lips. She tapped me with her foot. I turned to face them in surprise. She did it again, her foot lightly kicking my nose. She was messing with me, toying with me. It took every inch of willpower I could muster not to bury my nose into her foot with how close it was to me.
"What are you doing?" I finally asked as she booped my nose with her foot once more.
