"Hahahahaha, aw, man! The looks on your face were priceless! Hehe, you looked like you were about to lose your mind!" Delilah says, laughing. She leans on Mac's shoulder as she grabs her stomach, highly amused at Mac's earlier struggle in the final period at school.
They are now walking home to their block, which was about a good 15 minutes away. The sun still shines brightly, and the heat makes them both visibly sweat. Delilah isn't making the walk any easier with her playful foot torment to her best friend. She eagerly rubs it in his face how she had him in his grasp. "Seriously, dude, I'm so impressed. You held it all completely under control."
Mac quietly chuckles at her as he replies, "Yeah, well... it was NOT easy. I swear, Del, you are such a fucking natural at this. Ugh... you have no idea."
Delilah giggles back at him, bringing her damp blouse-covered arm around his shoulder as they walk closer to their block. "Like I said, buddy, I've done my research!" Mac raises an eyebrow, her statement making him more curious by the second. "And exactly just what research would this be, pray tell?"
"Oh, come on, you should know. After all, I found it on YOUR computer!"
"Ha, yeah, right! I mean, you haven't been on my computer without me, and you never go to my house when I'm not home!" Mac says back to her.
Del smirks at him, knowing something he doesn't. "That's what you think... try to remember, doofus: Remember when you left your PS3 USB cord at my house earlier this summer? I came by your house that weekend to give it back to you, but you weren't at home. However, your mom was, and she insisted that I leave it in your room."
Mac shrugs at her. "Yeah, and...? I remember. She had told me you stopped by, and I had left earlier to go play basketball with Dave and the crew, and I was running late... oh... fuck... and I was running LATE... and I—"
"Yep..." Del nods at him with a grin at his realization. "And you left your computer on that day. Big mistake, tiger. A little tip? Don't leave your browser unattended!" Mac groans at his own stupidity. How could he be such an idiot to not be more secure at his porn stash on his computer? "Damnit... ugh... what did you see on there?"
Delilah ponders for a minute. "Hmmm... enough. Some foot videos that has the term 'shoeplay' on them, amongst other things. Some websites... one called... um, Literotica, I think? Haha, I saw all your favorite stories on there. I basically saw enough to see how much you were squirming in class when I tried it out. Hehe."
The pair soon approaches a bench which leads to the turn of their block, and Del decides to get to the bottom of this, once and for all. "Hey, let's sit and take a break. There are things I want to ask you about this. Call it an interrogation" she says to Mac.
"Like what, 'good foot, bad foot', now?" he says, laughing at his own bad joke.
"Just sit, ya ass."
And with that, Mac brings himself to the right side of the bench, sitting down slowly. Delilah smiles at him, and proceeds to take the empty left space next to him. Since kids were now already home from school, the area was quiet enough for them to share some quality bonding time together without much interruption. Delilah immediately gets settled by crossing her pantyhosed-covered left leg towards Mac, allowing him to view it for all it was worth. She could figuratively feel his eyes attack her legs, and it causes her to only shake her head in amusement. "Haha, I just sat down, and you're already itching to pounce like a damn hyena!"
"Haha, yeah, it's not every day I happen to catch you cross your leg."
"Dude, I sit like this all the time. I'm surprised you haven't noticed before!"
"Believe me... I've noticed. It's just painfully obvious now with those pantyhose and flats..." Mac licked his lips at her, making her slightly blush. "I'm sorry... I just can't help it. I just... I really like what I'm seeing right now."
Delilah smiles lovingly at his compliment. "Aww, thank you. It really means a lot to me that you like my outfit." She scoots closer to Mac and allows her crossed leg to go past his left knee, her flat-covered foot right in front of his crotch. Delilah can feel the sexual voltage emerging from her best friend. Mac is burning up with built up desire for her, and she loves it. "Sorry, tiger, no dangling right now, but I will give you incentive if you can answer my questions, ok? Think you can handle that?"
Taking a deep breath, Mac nods at her. "I'll do my best. Um... do you mind if I still look at your foot while you ask me?"
"That's what it is there for, silly. Hehehe... take a good look at it and relax yourself" And with a wink, Del allows her toes to flex highly for him, wiggling them inside the flat as seductively and naturally as she could. The material and fabric of the ballet flat adapts to her toes. "Ok... ready?"
"Yes, I am." Eagerly waiting for her first question, Mac takes a deep exhale as he gazes at her wiggling foot inside its flat. Delilah begins her sudden interview:
"Ok, buddy... we've been best friends since the 6th grade, and it's been an absolute blast with you. But this is a new side of you that I've never seen before, and I have to say... it intrigues me greatly. I gotta ask..." With a slight bounce of her crossed left leg, Del looks at him with a purpose. "How long have you been into feet, dude?"
Mac clears his throat, putting as much thought and honesty into his answer as he could. "Um, for a while, I think. I think it started in about 7th grade, actually."
Del nods and affectionately rotates her ankle counter-clockwise for him. Mac notices immediately, and does his best to listen and look simultaneously. "Ah... do you remember how that started, or an incident?" she carries on with another question.
Mac responds "Yes... yes, I do."
"Hehe, care to tell me?"
Mac takes another breath, and reveals the origin of his fetish. "Ms. Dominguez. Remember her?"
Del giggles once again. "Yeah... our Spanish teacher, right?" Mac nods, and Delilah continues to flex her toes highly, bouncing her leg at the same time. "What happened with Ms. Dominguez that caused you to have a foot fetish?"
"Well... I remember one day where we had to watch a video that was in Spanish for a test, and I was sitting next to Ms. Dominguez's desk. The lights were off, so it was dark in class. But the windows were open, so sunlight was still brightening up the room. Just so happens that it illuminated her desk, as well. I remember that she was always a teacher that wore boots. Like, every fuckin' day I came in, boots, boots, boots."
"Well, yeah, but, didn't she always wear stockings with her boots? I used to love the stockings she wore. They were always some kind of different color every other day!"
As Delilah speaks, she scrunches her toes and makes the toe knuckles pop out her flat cleavage again, with the heel still staying put. She notices Mac practically drooling over the position her toes were in, and she takes a mental note of it. "Hey, dude!" She shouts with a snap of her fingers.
"Oh, sorry! Just got distracted by that," he says to her with a chuckle, causing her to grin widely.
"Hehe... like when I do that, huh?" she asks, making Mac nod with a sigh of lust. Delilah resumes to scrunching her toes, the knuckles constantly popping out over and over. With another bounce of her leg, she motions with her right arm for him to answer her previous question.
