Dear Olive Ch 03

When I woke up, I had a headache and a warm pain in my groin. I was lying on the couch on the first floor of the library... but something was off. The lights were out, and there was no sign that Olive or Janell had ever been there. I stood up, limping slightly because of the pain. Before leaving I turned on the light to inspect the room. Not only were they gone, but so was the strange box. I kept looking. On the couch, sure enough, there was a small stain, still damp, right where Janell had been sitting. She had really creamed herself apparently. I also noticed a white patch in between the cushions. When I tugged on it, out came one of Janell's ankle socks. Looking back towards the door to make sure nobody was looking, I stuffed it deep into my pocket, and headed up to the third floor.

Kate was still sitting on the couch, but she looked a bit distraught. She looked up quickly when I came to sit back down on the couch. She looked at me, almost bewildered. She'd never looked at me like that, and I felt almost ashamed of myself.

"Did you get lost down there?" Kate asked.

"Yeah." I paused, still trying to regain my composure, then decided there was no use lying. "I actually ran into Olive down there", I said a bit reluctantly.

Kate looked away. She seemed... embarrassed somehow. She had pulled her hair down from her ponytail at some point, and her blue ribbon now hung from her wrist. She shifted her bright little black shoes under her skirt, her legs still folded under her thighs. Her hair fell over her face, so I couldn't see her expression when she softly said "...Just her?"

I felt a rushing in my head as my thoughts began to run wild. Why would she possibly ask that? Had she seen Janell go downstairs? Had she gone downstairs? I tried to see her face, but she was still looking at the floor, pretending to stare at her papers for class. "Kate." I said. I felt... different. A bit more free, and honest with myself. Suddenly Kate, with her thick brown hair hung over her face, her little skirted waist, and those thin yet shapely legs, made me want to pull her close to me. "Please look at me, Kate" I said softly.

Something in my voice made Kate look up, tucking her hair behind her ear. She looked a bit angry, and maybe a little hurt. The silence was heavy, and I knew she was trying to get something off her chest. "Goldmund... I-" She paused, pursing her lips. "I

saw

you."

I froze. I fucking knew it. Only the second day of exploring the darker side I always knew I had, and it had already collided with my normal life. My best friend in the world, and now she knew the one secret I would never have shared with her.

Ever

.

"Kate... I'm so sorry. You are my favorite person in the world. But I can't handle this right now." I wanted to leave so badly, I almost couldn't speak. What was there to say?

"Listen..." Kate said. "Come with me."

Kate stood up, bent over a bit to fix her skirt, and began gathering her papers and putting everything in her bag. I grabbed my bag, and we began to walk out of the library. I watched her skirt sway lightly as she walked.

We made our way to her dorm room, across campus. The whole time we were walking, neither of us said a thing.

Kate opened her room door. Ever since we met first year, her room had been a second home to me. Over the last couple years, Kate had covered her walls with charcoal and pencil sketches, pastel drawings, and several nude studies. Her room was always organized. Her desk looked almost too neat, like a store display. She threw her book bag on the bed, and lifted herself up onto it. It was a raised bed, and Kate's stockinged legs dangled, her shoes hanging a few inches above the floor. I sat down on the futon she had across from her bed, and put my head between my knees. I felt Kate's eyes on me. "I don't have to tell you that I'm worried about you, right? I mean, what the hell was going on down there?"

I sat up, and fell back on the futon, staring at the ceiling. As afraid as I was, I had to ask: "...What exactly did you see?"

Kate was silent for a moment. "I came down to show you a typo I found in this article, and when I was looking for you in your usual aisles, I heard someone in that old room in the back. When I peeked in, I saw Olive standing there... and you and Janell... and Janell was all over you. I mean, her... feet. I'm not an idiot, I know how things can be. But in the library? Really?"

Kate had her hands on her skirt, between her legs. She was playing with the blue ribbon on her wrist in an attempt to get rid of nervous energy. I stared at the ceiling, thinking quietly, when Kate said "I guess I didn't think you were that kind of person. I feel like I don't really know you."

That snapped me out of it. "What the hell are you talking about?" I said, sitting up. "I've known you for how long? You're acting like this totally invalidates everything we've been through together. Is it so hard to believe that I finally let myself explore these fantasies I've had for as long as I can remember?" I had raised my voice, and felt something unleashed inside of me. Who the fuck did Kate think she was? I would never find another friend like her - not even Jesse could replace her - and yet here she was judging me like a stranger.

Kate looked startled, and genuinely confused. "Goldmund, that's not-", Kate began, but I cut her off. I should have kept my mouth shut, but couldn't hold back anymore: "Kate, I like feet. I especially like socks. I like the scent, the way they feel, the style, everything. To me it's beautiful, and seductive, and intoxicating. And I'm not going to let you or anybody else make me feel like a freak for it. Not anymore."

I stood up, grabbing my backpack, and stormed out of the room. Kate flew towards the door behind me, and grabbed my arm. "Wait!" She said in an unstable, desperate voice. She sounded like she was about to fall apart. I jerked my arm from her, and looked back to see tears welling in her eyes. Kate almost choked on her words, then managed to say, "You don't understand a thing I say to you. You never have." I turned my back to her, and pushed the door shut on my way out.

I walked, then began running, down her hall, out the door, and all the way over to my room. I didn't want to see or talk to anyone. I laid down under my covers, staring at the wall. I started to cool down. Even when I was yelling, some part of me knew I was overreacting. Even so, with all that trouble with Kate, I hadn't had a chance to think about what had happened tonight. I pulled Janell's stray sock out of my pocket, and brought it to my nose. Nope. I hadn't been dreaming. If someone had told me I would be cumming alongside Janell, much less sucking on her feet, I would never have believed it. I mean, not only was she basically the poster child for the university's science and dance departments, (her face over test tubes, or her body frozen mid-leap, printed on posters, websites, and even a couple pamphlets Admission officers hand out to prospective students), she was also one of the rare people who managed to have both popular and unpopular friends without jeopardizing her reputation in either group. Clearly, she transcended more boundaries than I ever could have guessed.

I tossed the sock across the room, and turned to my wall. I heard a group of drunk students pass under my window making jokes only they thought were funny. I thought about Janell, Kate, and most of all Olive, who only seemed to become more of a mystery each time I saw her. What the hell was that phial? And why had my dick been burning ever since the moment Janell sheathed my cock with it? My mind continued to wander. A wave of exhaustion passed over me, but just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a light knock on my door.

Groaning, I got up, put on my pants, and opened the door a crack, squinting in the hallway light. Olive stood there, accidentally gorgeous, looking up at me with a blank face. "Whasup?" I mumbled through a haze of sleep.

"I think we need to talk." She said, sounding like she was all business. She pushed my door open, and shut it behind her. She still had on her tight yellow sweater, black yoga pants, and flats with the fuzzy purple no-show socks. I could see her eyes glint in the moonlight that dimly spilled into my room. She had her back to my door, and our bodies were only inches apart. She looked up at me with a solid, fiery glare, as though she were compensating for our difference in size. Needless to say, she had woken me up pretty quickly.

"Here, let me turn on the-" I began to say, but Olive turned my face toward her with her hand, put her other arm around my neck, and gave me a long, hot kiss. When she pulled away, I had forgotten my words.

"This is fine." She said in a matter-of-fact tone. Trembling slightly, I pulled her sweater over her head, messing up her bun a bit. I looked at her flat belly, where it met the waist of her tight yoga pants. "Those too." she said, nodding to her yoga pants. I got down on my knees and began rolling the waist down. While I undressed her, I looked up and saw Olive fixing her bun, looking towards the window as if I wasn't there. Her panties were an ethereal white-purple lace - completely see-through. I felt the yoga pants slip past the curve of her ass, and I carefully, attentively slid them down her rounded thigh, past her knee, and down to her black flats. She lifted one foot out of them, then another.

"Didn't you come here to talk to me?" I asked, feeling unsure.

"Have you ever heard of multitasking?" Olive asked as I stood back up. She pulled my pants and underwear down, and pushed me backwards, hand on my chest, until I fell back onto my bed. I heard her slip out of her shoes, that made a soft clop against each other. She swung one leg over me, so that she was sitting back on my dick with her ass towards me. Her pussy was already warm, and the lace of her panties was a bit rough against my dick. Her feet pointed towards me, and I saw her look back at me like she was a rider inspecting her horse. She raised herself up on her knees, and worked her panties down her legs. Tossing them into the darkness of my room, I watched her lower herself onto my belly, with my dick resting against her pelvis. I saw the soft muscle of her back revealed in the dim glow of the moonlight, and the curve of her cheek as she smirked above me. She looked like a classical, living sculpture. She slid her ass further back, so it reached the bottom of my chest, then my collarbone.

"I never said you would need to talk, did I?" Olive said, winking once before turning her head away from me. She raised her ass, and shifted back a few more inches so it was suspended a few inches above me. It looked like an unripe peach: Small, firm, and perfectly round. Right in the center was her slit, glistening in the light, smooth and inviting. As if we were one person, I lifted my head right as she lowered her ass to meet my face. The pressure pushed my head back into my pillow, and the wet warmth covered my face. I stuck out my tongue, and the second I touched her vagina, Olive jolted a bit, saying "Ahh- careful, I'm still sensitive from last night."

Obediently, I avoided her clit and began a feathery motion up and down lower on her labia. She let out a breath and closed her fingers around my dick, playing with it a little before starting. "So..." she began, "I guess you're wondering what... mmh... happened in the library today."

"Mph." I tried to speak, but I had to spend all of my concentration licking Olive's delicious juices off her pussy lips, and trying to get breath in my nose, that was pressed down right below her tight, clean anus. She tasted like her body had smelled when she had fucked me last night. Nothing like her foot scent, but hey, I wouldn't turn down another intimate taste of her for the world.

"No need to respond." Olive said, beginning to work her small hand slowly up and down my shaft. Her socked feet rested by the sides of my face while I pleasured her. "So, the machine first. I - ahh - I use that machine as a sort of amplifier of my natural abilities. Ok,

carefully

move up to my clit" she said. "Now, you are proba- fffuu - that's it. You're learning. Huuuh" Olive seemed to be losing focus, her feet flexing against my ears with pleasure, but she brought herself back, tightening her grip on my cock as if it might help her stay focused. She began pumping a bit faster. Olive raised her ass, pulled her legs out from under her, and lowered her full weight onto my face. I stuck my tongue back where it belonged.

"You're probably wondering what exactly I mean by abilities." She said. "Like I've said before, my family has handed down certain abilities and apparatuses for as far back as our history goes. I made that machine with modern modifications, but the basic design is - aanngh" Olive groaned, as I pushed my tongue into her hot pussy and began sliding it in and out. "It's old. Like

very

old." She positioned her fuzzy purple socks on either side of my dick, and, steadying herself with her hands pressed into the bed behind her, began pushing her socks up and down. The fabric was fuzzy - warm but not moist, and I could feel her little feet underneath the fluffy fabric. "And the phial, its purpose is ancient, but you wouldn't believe how much easier new technology... makes-" She stopped short.

Olive began moaning louder, and I started alternating between her clit and her tight hole. Her wetness had covered my face by now, and she began rocking her ass back and forth over my face, smearing her juices around even more. My moans were muffled by her ass, and Olive began pumping her feet up and down quickly, sensing I was getting closer. Her arches were clamped tight around my dick, with her heels and the balls of her feet pressed together. "Wha - Wha - Ohhh fuck Goldmund. I have to tell you the... the bad news" Olive barely got out between breaths. "In some ways I'm - mmmh - I'm like a cat. I like my scent to stain things permanently. To mark - haah - my territory."

I was so close I felt like Olive's voice was coming from another planet. I made my tongue slither in and out of her vagina, and began pushing it as far as I could. "Ohh... I can't hold it!" She yelled. I felt my dick about to splurge cum all over Olive's sexy no-show socks.

"Goldmund... nnnngh... your sperm is gone. You can still cum, but all that comes out is... my gooey foot sweat!" She screamed, as her body began to rock over top of me. I felt her vagina clenching my tongue in rapid pulses, and Olive reached back to pull my hair. What Olive had said hit me with a shock, and the thought of carrying her scent with me, forever and always, sent me over the edge. First my cum poured out like a fountain, then began spurting in quick shots, draping Olive's socks with thick ropes of cum. Her sweat. Inside my dick. I trembled and felt my eyes roll back as Olive's ass rocked above me. "MMMPH" I moaned into her ass as our final shocks of pleasure began to subside.

Olive got off of my face, and peeled her socks off. She scooted down and laid beside me, breathing heavily. I began to regain my senses... and thought I must have heard her wrong. She had just made that up to make me climax, right? Some kind of fucked up roleplay? I wiped my face off on my bed sheet, and turned to her.

"Olive... what do you mean my sperm is gone?" I asked.

Olive mumbled, still lost in post-orgasmic euphoria, "My scent is my power." She took another breath "You are mine. Your cum is my concentrated foot sweat now. You are mine, now and forever."

I laid back in my bed, mouth wide. There was no doubt Olive had strange abilities. But this? It seemed unbelievable. I had to know for sure. "Olive, your socks." I said. She absentmindedly brought them to my nose.

She wasn't lying. The smell was hers. The same irresistible musk, the same dark, elegant, complex strata of odors met my nose. And my "cum" looked different. it was clearer, but still a bit milky. "See?" She said. "Aren't you glad I chose you? I have big plans for you, Goldmund." Olive slurred a bit, but seemed to be regaining some of her composure.

It was too much to process. Would I ever have kids? What the fuck did this mean? Olive put her hand on my face, tossing her socks to the side, and brought her lips to my ear. She whispered "How about a shower? Think we can both fit?" Something in her voice soothed me, and I stopped thinking about anything but this moment we had together.

"Let's get cleaned up," I said, standing up. When Olive got out of bed, I wrapped a towel around my waist, got Olive to wrap one around her chest, and picked her up to carry her down the hall to the bathroom. She giggled nervously, hanging her arms around my neck as I opened the door with one hand and we headed down the hall.

"I like how young you make me feel, Goldmund" Olive said, with a deep light in her eyes that I couldn't interpret.

"Well, you

are

young." I said, looking into her eyes as I carefully carried her towards the showers.

She looked away, seeming almost sad. "Right."

As we stood in the warm spray, the cool night wind shifting the shower curtain now and then, I watched the rivulets of water run down Olive's body and wondered what she had in store for me.