I was panting although sitting. I was panting because the indoor air was boiling and humid. The origins of the heat and humidity exacerbated the situation. Invisible steam was rising from all the sweaty bodies and clothes of the nine of us sitting in the living room. The air was so heavy even flies didn't fly.
The match had ended twenty-something minutes ago. We had fun, but we had lost and the mood reflected this. Not that there was frustration or anger but rather the lack of the ecstasy of a win. That left the discomforts of the physical situation the defining factor of the general mood.
Anna puffed. That somehow made the air tenser. Another one also puffed. Inevitably someone said: "Damn it's hot!"
Someone else tried to cool herself down with a sarcastic joke, "Well at least it was a close game!"
Lisa responded with a wearisome voice, "Yeah, just 9 goals short."
Judith added, "We had the best goal."
I blushed on the chair I was sitting next to the dining table. The others, all girls, were mostly crammed on the three sofas. It was my first time playing soccer with women. My sister's university team had arranged a friendly match with a rival college. Three girls had ditched in the last moment, so they had me cover for one.
We lost 11-2, one goal being mine to our own goal. I was in defense and although I thought it would be easy, I was startled. The rival team's forwards rushed around me and scored one after another. After the sixth goal it started becoming an unendurable shame.
After the game, 9 of us followed my sister to her dorm apartment she shared with 3 others. All girls except my sister were on sofas. My sister sat on a chair next to the sofa where Judith and Lisa sat.
The mood after that sarcasm somehow lightened up a bit, perhaps since I had finally been called out for my suckiness. Dora, the heavy set Mexican girl suddenly brought up something none of us were paying attention to. She said, "Wow, I can smell my socks all the way from here."
I was glad the attention had been diverted from me. Jocelyn, the Chinese-American girl said, "I can smell Anushka's all the way from here." Some girls laughed. Anushka, who was sitting on the next sofa, didn't take that lightly and meanly responded, "oh yeah? i don't think they stink as much as your soccer skills."
That jab didn't change, however, the light mood that had taken over the heavy, damp environment. The talk about socks and smells had summoned a pink, bubbly cloud of curiosity into the room. Lisa, the thick blonde, was the first to act. "I wonder how much mine stinks," she said. She lifted her right foot on to her left knee and pulled her socks to her nose. "Pheww, quite intense. Shoe smell, hmmm,, musky shoe and sock smell," she said.
Other girls followed. Anna, the black girl said, "Mine are pretty strong!"
All girls were now sniffing their socks. They were indeed acting like a team. I was still nervous from the guilty position I had been placed in and careful to stay low-key. I watched quietly and absent-mindedly from my corner like a dumb pet.
The girls were quite focused on sniffing their socks. They exchanged the descriptions of their findings. It seemed like they were unconsciously trying to forget the dreadful match and get lost in some new, kinky game.
"Mmm, mine smell pretty interesting. There is a hint of cheese," said Anayah, the Middle-Eastern girl sitting next to Dora.
"Mine too," said Dora, "Would you like to sniff each other's?"
"Sure," said Anayah and they turned towards each other.
I was watching with amazement. These were historical moments. Anushka, sitting next to them, looked at them with amazement as well while they lifted their feet to each other's faces, held each others' feet and took sniffs. She looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention and to her amazement saw Judith, the redhead, and Lisa doing the same thing! The other girls, including my sister, were still busy sniffing their own socks.
"I want to find out how my barefoot smells," said Dora suddenly.
She then withdrew her foot from Anayah's nose and pushed backed Anayah's foot, sat upright, put her right foot on her knee, and took off her damp sock. Then she bent forward to sniff the bottom of her toes, which looked pink, soft, and to me, delicious. "Mmm, smells exotic actually," she said.
At that point I started to feel my penis grow. Seeing Dora's nose buried under her damp, pink toes opened the door to the world of fantasies. A stream of cool libido was rushing in from that door.
