The first time I met Megan was at my friend Jason's house, or rather his and his roommates' house. Jason and I got to know each other as college students, and on the weekend he'd frequently have a barbeque and invite people over for little impromptu parties. Jason and his roommates were pretty cool guys, and a lot of attractive girls would come to these parties, so it was no surprise that someone like Megan would show up wearing short shorts and sandals.
One of the perks about going to school in a warm environment is that all the girls wear sandals. For someone with a foot fetish, it's like they're partially naked all the time. I've always had a foot fetish, but was weary about admitting it to girls because I was afraid they'd find it weird.
Anyways, the first time I met Megan she was wearing sandals, and of course I saw her beautiful feet. They were shaped so lovely, with high arches and pretty toes, with pillow soft soles. She had turquoise painted toenails, and it was obvious she pampered her feet.
Going up from those feet appears a set of gorgeous legs. I've always been sort of leg man too, and Megan had those toned sexy legs that only come on women who keep themselves fit. Next came a tight butt looking cute in short shorts, followed by perky B-cup tits in a simple top, and an attractive, fun-loving and curious face.
I'm a pretty shy guy and don't really know how to have the charm/confidence/whatever to approach girls and be successful. Fortunately this was a small enough party where everyone was just kind of hanging out together drinking beer around the grill, so I could make Megan's acquaintance without having to take any awkward initiative. I didn't say much though, because I couldn't stop concentrating on her feet. I was waging a battle against myself, and I was semi erect and didn't want it to get worse. But it was like my eyes had a mind of their own and couldn't stop glancing at her feet at every opportunity. It was a losing battle and I told Jason I had to leave.
"Going so soon? It's still kinda early."
"Yeah but I got a lot of work to do this weekend, so I need to get started early tomorrow."
"Aw man that sucks. See you later dude!"
"It was nice to meet you!" Megan added as I was leaving.
"Uh yeah, nice to meet you too!" I stammered, already mentally cringing hoping I didn't seem too awkward.
As soon as I got home I jerked off thinking about Megan's feet. Even afterward I was preoccupied thinking about her feet. I dreamed about sucking on those toes, licking her soles, having those arches wrapped around my cock, and jerked off twice more before I went to sleep.
The following week it was one of Jason's roommate's birthdays, and they had a pretty big party and bought a keg of beer. I assumed there was a good chance Megan would be there again. I resolved to not glance at her feet even once, as it was a slippery slope to losing self control. And I jerked off before the party thinking that might help.
At the beginning I was successful. Even though Megan looked beautiful in a simple purple sun dress, I managed to not look at her feet even once. I still noticed her sexy legs, not really muscular but toned in that sexy feminine way. Maybe the few beers loosened me up, but I managed to act pretty cool this time. I even made Megan laugh when she brought up her Zumba and I asked if it was like the Richards Simmons dance videos. She playfully slapped me on the chest, and I thought her hand lingered a bit but I couldn't be sure. She was a student like me and was studying biology, and she seemed really down to earth.
Later on in the evening a group of us were sitting down, I was on the edge of a couch and Megan was sitting in a chair perpendicular to me. I really had to steel myself not to directly look at her feet, and I still managed. At some point someone lit a joint, and passed it around. I wasn't a pothead or anything, but I did enjoy smoking occasionally. As I took a few puffs Megan took her sandals off and placed her feet on the coffee table in front of me. She had slightly angled her legs toward my end of the couch, with her foot crossed over the other toward me at the ankle. After I passed the joint I couldn't help myself and glanced at her feet.
Her feet looked even more beautiful that night. It looked like she had just gotten a pedicure, and her toenails were painted a light shade of purple with white tips. She even had an ankle bracelet and a toe ring. I think smoking must have put me in a trance or something, because I couldn't take my eyes off her feet. Every few moments she would scrunch her toes or make some subtle movement with her feet, and it was driving me crazy.
"Tony? You here? It's your hit." laughed Megan, bringing me back to reality.
"Oh! Sorry I kinda spaced out there, they sure make weed really strong nowadays ha ha," I said hoping no one noticed I was ogling Megan's feet or looking at my crotch. As I passed the joint Megan took her feet off the table, and I thought I saw a little smirk on her face.
I was a little embarrassed and avoided Megan the rest of the party. I played some drinking games and ended up getting a little drunk, and I don't remember if I even interacted with Megan the rest of the party.
I slept in and woke up a little hungover the next day, and was glad that I had bought bacon and eggs the day before. I checked my phone and noticed I had a text message.
'Hi Tony it's Megan! Jason gave me your number, and I was wondering if you could come over to my place tonight and check my math homework? It's not my strongest subject, and I need a math credit to graduate.'
