I give him a thumb up back as I wave the flyer over my head like a dork. This simple piece of paper is gold to me right now. I spend most of the night looking at it and thinking about what happened with those amazing ladies, and that look Christie gave me - I just don't know what to make of that. Conflicting thoughts battle back and forth in my head all night, and they keep me up into the wee hours of the morning.
When I wake up, I look over at my clock and it says 12:34. "SHHHhhhhIT!!" Probably my only solid chance to hang out with beautiful girls and it's most likely blown. "Fuck it; I'll call her any way. Worst that can happen is that she doesn't answer."
A few rings later, "Hello?"
"Christie? Hey, it's Brian."
"Oh hey! I was starting to think you weren't going to call!"
I can tell she's teasing me at least.
"Late night."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure."
"Um, did you still want me to come over?"
"Oh definitely! Thing is, I'm in town right now, but I'll give you the address and you and Cindy can chat it up until I get back. I'll let her know you're coming!"
"Oh, alright. Sounds good."
My struggle to find a pen that works seems to amuse her briefly as I hear soft giggles over the line. I'm clearly not thinking at all after having just awoken as I find out she's giggling because she was going to send it over text.
"You're a silly little boy. I'll see you in a little while," and hangs up. I'm pretty sure I'm older then her but whatever.
Sure enough, a few minutes later a text shows up as I'm getting ready. I can't help but get nervous as I head out the door, but by the time I get to their place, I've chilled out - enough.
A few knocks on their apartment door and Cindy answers, "Well hey you!"
"Hey. Christie said I should keep you company until she gets here."
"Did she now? Well come on in."
I enter quietly, looking around and admiring the deceptively large space they have for being a first floor apartment. Maybe it's just the arrangement of the furniture that makes it look bigger than it really is. Either way, it's a nice set up.
She heads towards the kitchen, "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Water's fine."
There's an awkward silence between us as she fills a glass for me, and gets her own drink made. By the looks of it, I'd say it was a tea of some kind. With a smile, she hands me my water as she walks by and takes a seat on the couch, kicking her feet up to her side.
"You can sit too ya know."
"Yes, of course." I take a seat at the opposite end of this 3-seater. "It's just our impromptu outing yesterday; I'm still um... in awe over what happened. Care to enlighten me?"
"What. I already told you I was trying at that game for a while."
I grin softly, "As impressive as that was, that's not what I'm talking about, and I think you know it." I take a sip of my water and then set the glass on the end table. "I've never seen anyone do in person what she did to you with her feet."
"Oh. That." She smiles down at her glass as she runs her finger slowly around the rim.
"Is what she said true? Do you really love what she was doing?"
"Maybe."
I can see her blushing. It's kind of adorable. It makes me smile just thinking about it, but then I remember her protest. "So then what was that at the end, when she wanted her foot kissed? Didn't seem like you were favoring that idea too much."
She blushes harder, "Umm, yeah, about that. It's something we do at home, but that was the first time she's ever done it out in public - in front of someone no less."
"So that is her thing?"
She chuckles, "that's putting it lightly, but yeah."
"Wow~" At this point, I don't know what's more impressive, a pretty lady who can play a two-player game by herself, or two pretty ladies who are into feet!
I guess I'm thinking about this for a bit too long because she breaks the silence. "You seemed to enjoy yourself too."
"What?"
"Kissing her foot; you loved it too, yes?"
"Well... maybe."
"Oh come now. No need to be so modest. Don't think we didn't hear you take a deep breath while you were doing that."
Shit. Now I'm blushing too. "Well, she insisted, and I figured it was a one-time thing, so why not enjoy it as much as I could."
"Is that so?"
"I would've done the same for you if it had been you doing all that."
"Hm."
The look she gives me tells me she's giving the idea a good amount of thought, more than I've ever seen any other girl put into it, but she doesn't act on it. It's like she's waiting for me to do something, but I have no idea what I can do that wouldn't be overstepping my bounds here.
"So... do you have any idea why I'm here? Because I sure don't."
"Of course I do. We invited you over yesterday."
"Ok - for what? It can't be to thank me because you already did that."
"For the game? Oh no, we're past that already."
"Oh? Then what else is there?"
"What have we been talking about this whole time?"
"What, your foot thing? What about it?"
"Well, Christie thinks it's not just our thing, but yours as well."
Gulp.
"As long as I've know her, she's never been wrong about anything she puts her mind to."
"Pride?"
"It's a bit more complicated than that," she says adjusting herself across the couch, putting her feet on me in the same orientation as Christie did in the theater seats. "So tell me, is she wrong?"