Okay, so this is such a good story that I can't not share it. I was a sophomore in college back in '04 (it was a small midwestern liberal arts college, if that matters), and I was having a bit of a dry spell in the women department. Sure, I had some pretty good (and some pretty bad) one night stands while partying, but they always felt too rushed and were never really that solid in my memory. It was like they all happened to other people, ya know.
Anyways, it was during the late fall of my sophomore year that I decided to take a break from drinking. I would still go out and party, and I would still grab a beer from the keg, but I'd sip on it idly all night, never letting myself finish it and get another. It was surprisingly difficult at first, because my friends were very confused (and a little bit weary) of my decision. I was able to explain it away very easily by making up some phony medication I was on that interfered with alcohol if I drank too much.
The reason I was taking a break from drinking was because I wanted a good hook up, and I wanted to remember the entire thing. The last drunken one night stand I had ended in disaster. It was at a party a couple of weeks before the start of the school year, when I'd gone to The Howler bar on 5th street. I don't recall how many drinks I had, but my shady memory has me talking to this short blond girl who was drinking a ridiculously large cocktail with an umbrella and a curly straw. We were talking about her hometown (she was a new freshman who'd just moved in, I think), and we ended up being pretty handsy with one another. I lived around the corner from the bar so I offered to get her another drink at my place, which we did. Pretty soon we were making out on the couch. That quickly turned to fucking on the couch. She was a small lady, so when she put her legs up, her feet were pretty close to my face. Now, I have a foot fetish, so this was awesome. I put her feet in my face and began to inhale their scent. She was moaning with pleasure, but began to question what I was doing between moans. I told her to cool it as I started sucking her tiny plump toes. She was still confused as to what I was doing, but started moaning again. She must have liked getting her toes sucked.
Now this is where the disaster happened. Right before I was about to cum, I pulled my cock out of her pussy. I was jerking it, and she was telling me to cum on her tits. But I had a better idea. I bent her knees, placed her feet together, and shot my load all over those tiny little things. I have to tell you, it was really hot. I always came a lot, and her small feet covered in a huge load of cum was one of the best sights I'd ever seen.
As you can probably guess, this didn't go over well with her. She was all like "what the fuck" and "did you just cum on my feet." She grabbed my shirt and used it to clean her feet (rude) before barricading herself in my bathroom to wash her feet. I slowly got dressed, then got a beer from the fridge and drank it on the couch, waiting for the young slut to get out of the bathroom. She came out in a rush, fully dressed, and chided me for being a "disgusting pervert" who "wasn't that great anyways." I just shrugged and let her leave, but to be honest, that encounter really got to me. I usually didn't just cum on a girl's feet without asking, but I was just really caught up in the moment. Couldn't she see that? Plus, it was just cumming on her feet. It's not like I'm into poop or have a crush fetish or anything. I really didn't see the issue.
So there I was, lukewarm beer in my hand, trying really hard to stay sober enough, when my friend Danielle sat next to me on the couch.
"Pretty lame party huh?" she said, slurring her words.
I just nodded as she put her head on my shoulder.
The party we were at was lame. It was in a small apartment with old furniture, ugly carpeting, and wrestling posters scotch taped to the wall. The beer in the keg was clearly Keystone, and the ratio of men to women was astonishingly high. Danielle was usually pretty picky when it came to the guys she slept with, and looking at the guys at this party, I could see why this ratio wasn't really encouraging to her either.
"You trying to get drunk in the hopes it will make this party more interesting?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "It's not working." She looked at my half-drunk beer. "You probably have the right idea. Why waste a future hangover on a lame party."
We both laughed and were silent for a while. Some Ludicrous song was blasting from the speakers, but it looked incongruous because no one was dancing and everyone was just milling about in their respective friend groups. I simply sat and enjoyed Danielle's head on my shoulder.
Let me tell you about Danielle.
She was tall and thin, a lifelong cross country runner. She had shoulder length wavy brown hair which framed her face. She had a small nose, expressive eyes, and a face that was thin like her, but still full. She didn't really have tits, but she was still hot. She was wearing a loose blouse, leggings, and knee-length bright boots. I always watched her flirt with guys with a little feeling of jealousy, as she was someone who would latch onto a boy and leave with him halfway through the night. We wouldn't see her until the next morning.
Danielle shifted and put her feet up on the coffee table in front of us.
"Man, these boots suck," she said.
"Too tight?" I asked cooly, taking a sip of beer to hide my smile.
"Yeah," she said. "They're kinda new and I'm still breaking them in."
I tried to calculate my next words carefully. I didn't want to seem too eager, but I definitely wanted to get her out of here as fast as possible. Thankfully, I lived close by to this party, so I didn't have to think too hard about what to say next.
"I have an idea," I said.
Danielle's eyebrows rose.
"Let's ditch this party," I said. "I have some good beer at my apartment, and over there you could remove those painful boots without the floor being disgusting and covered in beer."
I smiled then went back to drinking my beer, as if I wasn't eagerly awaiting her answer.
"Yeah, let's blow this joint," she said. She chugged her drink and slammed her cup onto the coffee table. I did the same, and we left with brief goodbyes to our friends. The two of us leaving together didn't raise any eyebrows, thankfully, as people saw us as friends and nothing else.
We walked to my place slowly. Danielle was pretty drunk and clutched my arm as we walked. She also seemed to not be kidding about the boots hurting her feet.
