Melissa kicked off her sandals as she walked into her best friend's apartment. Her very drunk best friend was close behind.
"I just need a little nap," Amber slurred, shuffling toward the bedroom she shared with her boyfriend Sam. He was spread out on the couch in their living room, reading a magazine.
"You guys have a good time?" Sam asked. He looked up at his girlfriend in the doorway. She leaned against her taller friend.
"It was great!" Amber said. "I love you!"
Sam smiled and walked over. He hugged Amber, who wobbled back and forth in his arms. Sam shot Melissa an incredulous look. Melissa grinned and shrugged her shoulders.
"Okay, how about that nap?" Sam asked. Amber hiccupped. "We'll get you some water, sweetheart."
Melissa left the couple for the kitchen and searched for a glass. She'd forgotten how poorly Amber handled liquor. The two girls hadn't seen each other in months. They'd taken the gorgeous summer day as an opportunity to catch up, and they'd only had a few drinks each...
Melissa filled a cup she'd found and brought it to Sam. He was walking Amber to the bedroom and took it with an appreciative look.
"Almost there, honey," Sam said.
Melissa had to laugh. She tried to do it quietly. Amber was lucky to date such a laid-back guy.
But Amber had always been lucky. The pretty one in their group of college friends, she'd never been without a boyfriend for more than a few months. Melissa was tall enough to model but, as her friends so lovingly put it, she looked "too much like a mom."
Melissa didn't let her friends bother her. She liked her simple look: shoulder-length brown curls framed her oval face, and today she wore jean shorts and a white tank top with her flat sandals.
Melissa leaned against the bedroom door and watched Sam help his girlfriend into bed. Sam was a tall, trim swimmer with shortly cropped dark hair. She'd been attracted to for him for months and suspected he felt the same about her. Melissa had caught him staring at her more than a few times.
At first the thought of being with Sam excited her. But Melissa and Amber had known each other for years, and she wasn't willing to risk their friendship.
"Hi, Melissa!" Amber shouted. This time Melissa had been caught staring. Sam looked back and waved Melissa out of the room.
Embarrassed, Melissa padded away. She stood for a moment in the doorway, unsure if she should just leave. But she and Amber had planned to meet with other friends later that night.
She decided to wait. Melissa headed for the couch and grabbed the magazine Sam had been reading.
He walked into the living room about five minutes later. Melissa, laid out on the couch, didn't look up from the magazine.
"I seriously owe you," Sam said. "I don't understand how she gets drunk so quickly."
Melissa set the magazine on her long legs. She smiled at the handsome man in front of her.
"It's a talent."
Sam sank onto the couch next to Melissa's feet. He glanced down at them.
Melissa had gorgeous feet. Sam had spent so much time staring at them he could picture them anywhere. They were slender and long, size 7 or 8. Creamy and smooth, like the rest of Melissa's skin, with low arches and long toes. Melissa had painted them a light purple.
Melissa raised her eyebrows when she saw Sam glance at her feet.
Sam looked back up at her, letting his gaze linger for just a moment on her full breasts.
"You want coffee or anything? She probably won't be up for a while."
Melissa hid her face behind the magazine.
"No thanks," she said.
It wasn't fair. She had a habit of falling for Amber's boyfriends - usually because they barely noticed her. Sure enough, Sam got up and started picking up dishes around the apartment, practically oblivious to her presence.
Still a little tipsy, Melissa had a very bad idea. She wrestled with it for about five minutes.
Finally she spoke.
"Sam?"
He had been absently rinsing a coffee cup. Melissa heard him turn the water off and come back into the living room. She didn't dare look up from her magazine.
"Yeah, what's up?"
Melissa summoned the most casual tone she could and went for it. She made a point not to look at Sam.
"If you're still offering favors, I could go for a foot massage," she said.
Had Melissa been watching, she would have seen Sam freeze. His cock twitched. He tried to sound casual, too.
"Really?" He asked. Melissa noticed his voice cracked slightly. "You haven't been walking around in mud or anything, right?"
Melissa set the magazine on a nearby table and smiled at Sam.
"Just a suggestion," she said. "You offered."
Sam felt heat rise to his face. He hurried to sit down.
"No, no, I was just kidding. I don't mind."
Melissa could tell he more than didn't mind. She offered her right foot to Sam, who took it in both hands and placed it in his lap.
Sam's heart pounded. He still couldn't believe what was happening. Amber would surely wake up and come in - and how the hell would he explain this scene?
But Melissa's foot was right there. Very close, in fact, to a throbbing erection Sam had to shift to hide from her.
"Alright," he said. "Maybe just a quick one."
Sam fought the urge to cram Melissa's toes in his mouth. Instead, he wrapped one hand around her sole and instep used the other to knead the soft skin below her toes.
Melissa melted. Sam's hands were warm, and she hadn't been lying - she did need a massage. She felt him slowly work his hand down the sole of her right foot.
