[One Year Earlier]
"Oh, come on, PIN HIM!"
"I swear, if Cena kicks out again, I'm watchin' hockey from now on!"
Delilah and Mac are enjoying a quiet evening of watching WWE Monday Night Raw at Mac's house. Both of them are resting comfortably on the couch, with Del sitting on the right side, and Mac on the left. Mac is already in his pajamas: a pair of black shorts, a red-and-orange striped tank top and plain white ankle socks. Delilah, on the other hand, is wearing a faded out CM Punk T-shirt, followed by sheer white leggings, and brand new-ish white ballet flats.
"Come on, fucking PIN HIM!" Delilah loudly boasts, getting into the main event match. "Dude, not so loud, my parents gotta get up at 6 in the morning!" Mac responds with a yelled whisper. "Ah, sorry. I'm just really getting into it" she quietly states.
"No worries, I'm just hoping Cena doesn't win this time."
"Get real, man. It's pretty obvious he's gonna win. I mean, he's fighting friggin' Luke Harper of all people. What are the odds of him beating Cena? Haha!"
"Stranger things have happened. And would you get your damn legs off the table? I don't want scuff marks from your shoes!"
"Geez, SORR-REE!" With a chuckle and a quick gesture, Delilah shifts her back to the armrest of the couch, and in a humorous manner, places both her white-legging-covered legs on Mac's unexpecting lap. "There," Del says with a chuckle. "Better?"
And thus, so began the downward spiral of Mac.
"Uh... not... really?" Mac answers with such uncertainty. As much as he loved his best friend, this was an all new experience for him. They were close, but not on a physical level. Throughout all the years that they've known each other, Delilah has never got comfortable to even lean against him or cuddle with him.
As Mac continued his rhetorical shrugs, Delilah replies with another chuckle. "Aww... but it's so comforting now, so I hope you don't mind. Besides, I just got these flats last week!" As she giggled, she shifted her ankles back and forth on his lap, doing her best to show off her white flats to him as much as she could. "Aren't they cute? They're ballet flats!"
Deep within Mac, a dormant urge was beginning to ascend, the surface of his waist slightly trembling with an unknown force of temptation; There in his lap was Delilah's bare feet inside brand new white flats. From Mac's visual experience, she was always a sneaker and boot type of girl, but here she sat before him in his favorite type of girl footwear he loved to observe. The sight was beautiful and sexy all at once. So sexy that it was starting to awaken Mac's foot fetish once again.
Doing his best to keep his cool, Mac replied to her the only way he knew how... "Uh, they're ok, I guess."
"Ugh, you're such a dork. I got them last week." She says, crossing her feet at the ankles, with her right foot overlapping her left. With a slighty audible gulp, Mac responds "I see... Are you gonna start wearing them at school?"
"Eh, nah, these are more to wear around the house. Like slippers, you know?"
"Oh, I see..."
"Why do you ask, though?"
"Oh, um... I was just wondering. Since you just got them, I figured you were gonna show them off and stuff."
"Haha, right? Nah, these are just for me and me only. Plus, I know that flats can sometimes make your feet sweat and all that." As soon as her lips mouthed the word "sweat", she flexes her toes on her right foot extremely high, making her heel pop out of her flat. Mac could only watch in unspoken ecstasy, studying the smoothness of her bare heel as it wrinkled and stretched with her rotating ankle. An audible inhale of Mac's lungs figuratively echoed throughout the living room, with Delilah noticing.
"Are you ok, dude?" she asks. "They aren't starting to smell now, are they?" With another high flex of her toes inside both of her flats, Mac became overcome with forbidden desire, but still tried his best to hold his foot thirst inside. "Uh, no I don't think so... Nah..." Mac licked his lips, trying to resume watching wrestling on the flat screen. The match was already over, but Delilah didn't mind staying a bit more until she had to leave. She loved every moment she had with her best friend, being as comfortable as ever around him. She could finally be herself. She could finally be unrestricted. She could finally be free.
Uncrossing her ankles, Delilah leans over towards Mac, and innocently asks in a quiet tone "Are you sure that my feet don't smell in these flats?" Chuckling at him, she watched on as Mac was now visibly squirming a little, as if he was holding back something. Mac wasn't any better for the wear, and now his blood was pumping away at his manhood, like air pumping into a hot-air balloon.
