Edited by Rozezwild
It started off when Andrew, my friend picked out a pair of shoes for me that I really liked. He was always sweet and thoughtful. Most people thought he was gay. I thought so to, but he never made comments about guys or anything like that. He knew how to dress and his hair was spiked with highlights. He would be pretty had he been a girl.
We went to his apartment when we left the Mall, because his was always neat and clean. I had panties on my floor where I hadn't done laundry for a week. Besides, he made a great Margarita.
He bashed me for going without a pedicure, and brought out one of those foot soaker-massage buckets and put my feet in it. The other reason I like being friends with Andrew is that he does nails and hair great. He didn't do it for a living. He works in a bank, but he is awesome.
Andrew put some soaking stuff in the water that smelt like I was in a spa. After my feet had soaked for a while he scrubbed my heels, the balls of my feet, and the outsides of your pinkie toes. I felt a little embarrassed seeing dead skin come off my feet, but Andrew didn't seem to mind that at all. I liked the way he held and touched my feet. He took care of my cuticles and then he started rubbing a lot of moisturizing cream into my feet.
I didn't realize it until I felt it move that my foot was on his cock. I pretended not to notice and he didn't say anything about it. I picked up a magazine from the coffee table and held it up to my face.