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Fetish Friends

Fetish Friends

by oilandlube
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Fetish Friends

Chapter 1

Jess and Kim laughed together by the pool. Today the girls were just hanging out after a few hours of shopping at a couple of the big stores for home dΓ©cor. Kim always seems to be looking for a new style around the house. Curtains and sheets were the excitement of their day.

Their smarts, beauty, and easy-going personalities always make them the center of attention. Although, they don't usually do it on purpose, people just gravitate toward them.

Jess was laughing hysterically at a story Kim was telling about a Senior Executive in her company. Jess' laughing showcased her amazing smile and personality all at once. Fidgeting and crossing her legs as if to stop from peeing herself, attention was brought to her amazing legs. Perfectly toned and athletic, Jess' legs were much of her 5'9'' frame. Her head tilt and hair toss reflected the sun in her long, wavy, dirty blond hair. She was a beauty, and her job as a medical sales professional certified everyone's opinion.

Jess had known Kim for around 3 years, although this last year they had become very close. Getting together a couple of times a week and communicating daily strengthened their bond. They each frequent the gym, in fact, that's how Jess and Kim met. Spinning class Tuesday and Thursday evening brought them together, even though their current schedules have changed, and they no longer have the appropriate planning time necessary to work out with each other.

Kim is 35, and a marketing guru. She was professional, used to controlling the situation, and a go getter. Kim was shorter at 5'6'' but the perfect kind of thick. Her year-round tan set off her majestic light green cat eyes. Her straight brunette hair hung down to her flawless behind. She took pride in her backside. Hours of work a week on her glutes. She didn't mind the staring, but her personality and self-confidence did not need the attention. Kim was always put together, it seemed, even when she wasn't.

The girls were carelessly talking to each other and enjoying their flavored margaritas by the pool that Saturday afternoon, when "Yup, I've got tan lines!" Kim noticed looking down at her single D cup sized breasts, a little annoyed she hadn't caught it earlier. "I told you to untie 45 minutes ago,' Jess replied taking a bigger gulp of her adult beverage. "Well, I'm not too mad about it,'' Kim said. "Charles likes it when I have tan lines". "Your husband loves everything about you, and your tits!" Jess replied. "He does love my tits! And me!" Kim laughed. Knowing nothing ever spoken had been more truthful.

Charles was 40 years old and had married Kim eight years earlier. He was a successful insurance salesman and a very charismatic, fun-loving guy. He was easy to talk to and rivaled his wife as the life of any party. Charles worked on maintaining his figure. He ate well, worked out daily, and stayed competitive doing a few sports such as golf and marathon running. His 6' 190lbs frame had not changed in the last decade. His smile was still his best feature and although a little more than a few gray hairs were beginning to show, his dark hair and complexion had aged well.

The sun was beginning to go down when Charles walked through the back door onto the patio. "What are you wearing?" Jess asked dumbfounded. Kim turned to look at her husband wearing a bright colored, funny outfit. His playboy smile and fun aurora instantly melted Kim.

"I lost a bet," Charles explained, not even looking at Jess, only his wife. Kim got up out of her tanning chair to meet her husband halfway on his way to greet her with a kiss. He grabbed her with a twist, a dip, and looked into her eyes and planted a production style kiss on her. Kim had already had a wonderful day, but this made her feel even more special.

"What was that?" Kim asked laughingly. "Why are you in such as good mood after losing a bet?"

"I will circle back to those tan lines after my story," Charles said to Kim seductively looking at her body and focusing on her breasts.

"I told you!" Jess exclaimed to Kim, breaking her friend's romantic moment. Kim smiled ear to ear then laughed.

Charles looked at Jess confused. "She knew how much you love me and my tits," Kim told Charles. Charles corrected her, "MY TITS!" As he pulled her close and gently kissed her cheek.

"Gah, you two are sickening to watch, do you know how perfect you are together?" Jess asked.

"Yes!" Charles arrogantly answered, kissing Kim again and loosening his grip of her to walk back towards the door.

"I'll get some burgers on the grill for you two booze hounds, give me a minute to change," Charles joked.

"Is it that obvious?" Jess asked.

"Yes," Charles snickered, as Kim balanced her way back to her seat.

Charles explained the bet he lost. He had lost a round of golf and his funny costume was a golfing outfit similar to one the late Payne Stewart would wear. High socks, baggy pants, a sweater vest, and a flat cap. The bright colors were mismatched but it was all the golf store had on the shelf. He explained his day was very entertaining and the guys all had a great laugh at his expense. He even got a potential client's info. Icing on the cake Charles liked to call it!

As Charles told the story he refilled the girls' margaritas, started grilling burgers and potatoes, turned on the outdoor lights, and started a fire in the fire pit.

The girls continued their day off with laughing and were now very much enjoying the summer atmosphere and the pampering from Charles.

Charles served dinner on the outdoor patio table and all three enjoyed the conversation and time together. "What is Mark doing?" Charles asked Jess. "He is out of town until Tuesday, for work," Jess answered. "What's he got? Another building install?" "Yes, big company and building. I can't remember who, but he's in Austin" Jess bragged of her fiancΓ© Mark.

Mark and Jess had been dating for three years and engaged another 6 months. They met in their last year of college and had been lucky enough to move together for their careers. Florida has worked out great for both of their professions and relationship.

Mark is in IT, nobody really knows exactly what he does, but he does travel regularly to help setup systems in other businesses, sometimes in new buildings, which is what he is doing in Austin for the next few days. Mark is a quiet, and a very smart guy. He may seem socially awkward, but if you include him into the conversation he is knowledgeable and a fluid and effective communicator. His 6'3'' height and shaggy blond hair complements his fiancΓ©'s appearance perfectly. Their tall and slender builds will produce perfect children, they seem to be told from everyone older than 50.

"Tell him we will go fishing, when he gets back," Charles told Jess. "Oh yeah!, How do you like your new fishing boat?" Jess asked Charles. "I love it so much!" he replied to her question with a huge smile.

"We can all four go out when he gets back!" Kim exclaimed excitedly. Maybe a little too excitedly. "Ok, we will make it a double date!" matching her enthusiasm and half mockingly, Charles agreed.

"You two make me laugh," Jess confessed genuinely with a signature smile of hers. Studying the couple for a few seconds with intrigue.

The dinner conversation and laughter continued for another hour before Jess left graciously, thankful for both the food and drinks, but also the good friendships. Excitedly she rode home happy to talk to Mark and tell him about her fun day, on a late-night call.

Just a few days later, Jess and Kim were back at it: tanning by the pool. They had both called out of work to spend their day together in Heaven: the massage, manicure, waxing, and hair spa. Heaven is one of the girl's all-time favorite places. They both sported new hair, nails, and brows to go along with their delightful massages.

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Back at the house, they were on cloud nine. Intermittently swimming between absorbing rays, the girls gossiped about personal and professional life. Jess was being vetted for a promotion and Kim had heard that another marketing agent was sleeping with the boss. The real kicker was the office colleagues didn't know either man liked men! Talk about a surprise!

The girls continued their day emailing on their phones and even doing a little reading from a new novel and the time killer, People magazine. The day was relaxing and worth the headaches that come with taking a workday off.

Kim was refilling her lemonade from the pitcher after putting her book on the table momentarily. "Fill me Up!" Jess asked. "Ok I'll feel you up!" Kim joked, light heartedly making fun of Jess' accent. Kim walked over and bent a little awkwardly over Jess' long legs and refilled her Hawaiian themed and tropical colored outdoor safe cup. Handing Jess back the cup, Kim spilled quite a bit of the lemon beverage on Jess' lower legs. "Yikes!" Jess exclaimed with anger. "That's cold!" "Sorry!" Kim genuinely apologized. Jess' anger cooled just as quickly as it appeared. Kim was not being malicious with the ice-cold drink; it was just an accident.

Kim put the pitcher down and used her hand to wipe away the spilled drink on her friend's tanned, athletic legs. Her swipes moved from Jess' knees to her feet. Jess pointed her toes and enjoyed the current predicament as if her friend was giving her a mini massage. Kim realized what was happening, as a devious smirk appeared on her friend's sunglass covered face. "You Bitch, I felt bad!" Kim admitted embarrassedly.

"It's fine", Jess assured her. "It was just a shock." "Yeah, Sorry" Kim apologized again. "I was noticing how good your manicured neon green toes looked, when it happened" Kim admitted.

"Oh, thank you, I'm very happy with this new color choice." Jess said braggingly moving her legs and feet seductively. "Plays awesome off your tanned legs and feet!" Kim agreed.

"That is Charles' favorite color." "Really?" Jess asked. "Wouldn't have guessed such a wild color." "Actually, you may need to cover your feet when he gets here," Kim said kind of uncertain. "What? Why?" Jess asked both worried and confused, as she turned to look at Kim.

Kim tried to dodge the question and change the subject with a lame "what do you think of grilled chicken salad for dinner?" "No, what do you mean by cover my feet?" Jess asked seriously with confidence to her best friend, looking her in the eye. Kim knew this tone would illicit an honest answer from her one way or another. "You just told me they look great!" she said angrily. Jess sat upright quickly with purpose. She was a dog with a bone and was not about to let this go. Her eyebrows narrowed as she waited for a response from Kim. Kim looked around obviously trying to think of what to say.

"Don't you dare sugar coat what you were thinking, spit it out," Jess commanded Kim. Her breathing intensified and she grew madder by the second. A little out of character for her, but Kim had seen this in her friend on a couple of occasions. Jess' insecurities grew. She had felt great about her feet and color choice, now she wanted an answer from Kim, before things escalate.

"It's nothing bad. Calm down, your feet look amazing!" Kim told her genuinely. Jess relaxed a little, her posture opened. "Then why do I need to cover me feet? So, they don't get messed up?" She asked her BFF, still very confused.

"Look its not anything bad" Kim assured Jess. "Then tell me", Jess annoyedly quipped.

"Your feet look way too sexy already, but in that color, I do not want my husband to see. I told you that is his favorite color and he kinda has a thing for feet. Kinda has a lot of things." Kim admitted shyly as she looked at the ground uncertain of her friend's reaction.

Jess talked slowly working out what Kim had said in her brain while attempting to communicate out loud. "So, Charles has a lot of things, including feet. Mine look too sexy... Charles has a foot fetish!!" A devilish smirk appeared on Jess' face. She was ecstatic to learn of Charles' secret.

"That's not a big deal." Jess told Kim calming her reaction.

"You don't think so?" Kim questioned, looking for reassurance.

"Nope, not even sure feet qualify as a fetish. Maybe, the least fetish of the fetishes." Jess joked.

"I don't mind it," Kim joked laughingly. "I'll be honest... I do like when he plays with my feet." Kim admitted more seriously.

"I hope so," Jess confidently assured her. "He's your husband and I've seen you two together for years. I can tell by your smiles your love life is good. You don't have to ever be ashamed of who you are or what you or Charles like." Kim took a breath.

"I guess just thinking about it, we haven't really talked in depth of our sex lives with each other, only our relationships." Jess looked at Kim. "Did you avoid or leave out information you wanted to talk about with me over the years?" Jess asked her friend seriously and sincerely.

"No," Kim honestly replied. "I tell you everything, except what my husband and I do privately," Kim smiled thinking of her man.

"Ok, good." Jess replied. "I do the same."

The girls knew each other well and knew there was a lot of truth said and felt over the last few minutes.

"Mark loves spanking!" Jess cautiously, but excitedly told Kim. "Doing and being."

Kim paused. A bright smile appeared. "Dirty girl," Kim joked trying not to laugh too hard at the unforeseen comment.

"Yeah, we do that all the time." Jess confessed.

"I know." Kim nonchalantly replied, while running her fingers through her newly styled dark hair.

"No, you didn't..." Jess quizzically remarked. "How?"

Kim looked her friend in the eyes with a tilted head, confused at the question. "He grabs your ass constantly, like literally worships it. I see him check out your butt all the time. He cups, slides, smacks, rubs, or grabs you every time he walks up to see you."

"You almost always reward his actions with a push of your butt back into his hands or body. You smile even brighter when he holds you from the waist down." Kim told her friend.

"Wow, that is true." Jess admitted a little shyly. "I want his hands on my ass all the time." She exclaimed. "He can do whatever he needs to do, to me..." Jess trailed off after she exposed more of her private relationship than she had intended.

"That's fine." Kim confided. "You two are good to each other and love each other."

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Jess felt better after her best friend's confident assurance.

"I have an idea!" Kim deviously exclaimed. "Let's play a prank on Charles."

"What Kind? I'm not sure, Kim" Jess asked seriously deciding. "I know he's always joking around, but I'm not sure pranks are good for adults."

"Why not?" Kim questioned. "We will have a good time tonight and a fun story for the future!"

After some time convincing Jess, the girls had planned out their prank. Charles will be home in one hour. "What should we make for dinner?" Jess asked Kim as the girls walked into the kitchen.

"How about some fresh Snapper?" Kim answered questioningly.

"Yeah! That sounds good. And healthy!" Jess replied. "I'll start the grill; you start cutting the veggies."

"Deal," Kim agreed.

Jess walked outside and turned on the gas. Charles had opted for a nice size gas grill with extra burners for sauce and sautΓ© pans. He and Kim were definitely not serious grillers. The ease and convenience of the gas grill was more than suitable for their cooking and lifestyle needs.

Their really good friend, Jess, on the other hand, is from a grilling family. Her father, brother, and uncle compete a few times a year in some of the bigger cooking competitions. Jess always thought it was stupid, but the training proved valuable as she became older, and had a man who very much enjoyed her culinary abilities.

Kim's outdoor kitchen was awesome. Maybe more expensive then someone with Kim's limited cooking talents should have paid, but it was beautiful and helped with the necessary indoor-outdoor living style their house offered.

"Thanks for getting that ready," Kim said to Jess as she passed on her way to the outdoor prepping area. "I always love your help." Kim started cutting vegetables on her cutting board. It was true she did envy Jess' cooking. Somehow Jess always knew which flavor was missing or how to change the tweaking of a recipe. Cooking was easier when they worked together.

"You know I enjoy it," Jess said looking Kim's way to watch her start slicing the cleaned produce. Jess adjusted the temperature and let the flame clean the grill. "Will be ready whenever you've got those diced up."

She went to the kitchen and came back with a couple bottles of XX Dos Equis. "Chop this up too while you've got the knife." Jess tossed a lime to Kim. Kim froze. Her athletic intuition had never developed and her reflexes were not quick. It hit Kim right in the left breast.

The girls laughed. "I always get a kick out of it." Jess said referring to Kim's lack of catching ability.

"That's not funny! I am holding a knife!" Kim exclaimed half-jokingly and half ashamed. Jess laughed again, sympathizing.

"Go get dressed," Kim seriously told Jess. "I'll throw everything on the grill, then you can finish up while I throw something on."

Jess had just opened the beers and her face's expression showed her lack of enjoyment for the moment. "Damn, why don't we just do it in our swimsuits?" Jess asked Kim. "It would be easier."

Kim thought. "How about heels and suits?"

"YES!" Jess agreed.

"He will love this," Kim told her friend. "Go grab a pair of my hottest pumps from the closet and get my white open toed 4 inchers for me." Kim thought out loud. "Yes, I'll wear white with my black bikini. He will love it!"

"Ha, I'll get your white "Fuck Me Heels" and find some stripper heels for myself," Jess said as she turned to walk inside.

Jess returned 10 minutes later.

Clunking through the house Kim knew she was on her way back. Her stride was long and relaxed, confident. The black open-toed heels turned her into a dream. Jess' neon green toes popped against the black background of her stylish shoes. Her tan body showcased its tone with every step. Legs, abs, arms. Her small red bikini hugged her curves perfectly. Hair waving back and forth complimented her smile. Jess looked great. She could be a model. No, at this moment she was a super model. Jess flung her arm over her shoulder holding onto Kim's white heels and turned just for Kim to see her runway pose. Kim looked up at her with an open mouth.

Kim was truly out of words. Her friend had always been way above average looking, but this must be the hottest she had ever been.

Kim quickly became worried. "I don't think we should do this."

"Yes, come on it'll be fun. You were the one who convinced me." Jess pleaded.

Kim checked the grill. Dinner was coming along nicely, and Charles would be home at any moment.

"You put these on, and I'll set the table." Jess said as she handed the shoes to Kim.

Kim thought worriedly. "I'm really not sure, you might be too good looking to do this right now." Kim admitted to her friend.

"No, we are doing it! You look hot as fuck for your man. I know he only wants you!" Jess assured her. "Get these on hottie!" she pointed to the white heels on the floor near Kim's feet.

Kim hesitatingly nodded. Then she bent down and slid the showstopping heels on her feet. I know Charles loves my feet in these. She thought to herself. He will be happy. And I know I will look hot. These make my butt look fantastic. Kim looked back up to her friend with confidence. She was ready.

The girls finished cooking and setting up the outdoor dining area. A nice round table suitable for four with weather resistant cushioned, rocking chairs. Kim turned music on low and Jess lit a few candles for ambiance, the fish smelled delicious. The girls took their seats and sipped on their beers nervously, thinking about their plan. They made small talk until Charles arrived.

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