Emily and I had grown up together. I'd always found her attractive and I sometimes fantasised about her while masturbating. She was pale and short and slightly overweight. Her brown hair flowed over her large breasts which always jiggled when she laughed. Until a while ago I had kept my thoughts about her secret, but that was before I saw the real beauty of this girl.
We were both 18. She was at my house in my bedroom talking to my sister and my parents were downstairs. I had gone downstairs to get us some drinks and was taking them upstairs. I opened the door and put the drinks down. I turned to look at Emily and saw the most arousing thing I had ever seen. She was lying on her front with her bare feet hanging off the edge of the bed. They were the single sexiest pair of feet I had ever seen. They were plump and smooth with short chubby toes. Her pale skin caused the ends of her toes to redden slightly. The turquoise nail polish was chipped on every toe and her heels had picked up bits of dirt from the carpet. I grew erect immediately.
I don't know how long I was staring at them for; all I know is that she noticed.
Later that day we were alone in the house. She still had bare feet and I was still turned on. We were watching television together in my room. All through the program she kept positioning her feet in my eyeline and wiggling her toes. It was then that she made it obvious that she knew.
"Don't you think my toes are pretty?" she asked me. I wasn't sure how to respond.
"I do," she added before I could answer, "and I know you do too."
She brought her feet up onto my lap. I could smell them and I grew even harder. I looked at her and she looked back at me, her big blue eyes staring at me, waiting for me to do something. I began to massage her feet, making her giggle. I was so caught up in the fact that my hands were touching Emily's feet that I didn't notice her slide down her skirt and panties.