"I'm a foot fetishist, and proud of it. However, I am also a lesbian and proud of it. That's why, for this story, I'm making this chapter mainly about Madi and Veronica's relationship rather than Madi's foot fetish. I want people to realize that being a lesbian is a beautiful thing, as well as truly erotic. Don't worry, I am including some foot worship at the end as well, and this will probably be a one time thing. Please comment, rate and feel free to get in touch with me. Nothing makes me write more than hearing from my readers. Thanks!"
"Hi, my name is Madison, or Madi for short. I'm about 5 foot and 3 inches, brunette, cute, and like to have a good time. I'm not exactly like other girls, because I'm bi and have a foot fetish. Yes, a girl can have a foot fetish too. I love feet, and I'm always looking for chance at another girl's beautiful feet."
My stupid alarm went off with a loud buzz, announcing the arrival of a new day, and to get the hell out of bed. I woke up slowly, groggy from only a few hours of shut eye. Sleeping had been hard this week, but I noticed it was already 11 a.m., and I never sleep that late.
I got out of my bed and carefully climbed down the ladder on Veronica and I's bunk. Disappointed to see once again that she wasn't in her lower bed, I walked over to the sink to wash my face. The first cold rush of water felt unpleasant, but my cares were elsewhere. I looked in the mirror, seeing a very sad looking Madi looking right back at me.
It had been a week since I had met Mark and bribed him into buying thirty magazines, in exchange for letting him have his way with my feet. At the time, I wasn't thinking about the consequences of my actions, just only about having fun and selling all those magazines. I had made a huge ton of money compared to everyone else, but when I arrived back to my shared dorm room with Veronica, I realized I couldn't keep this from her.
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When I had got back, she was sleeping peacefully, as I hadn't returned that night until at least 10, and she likes to get her beauty sleep. Watching her sleep made me feel warm inside, and I had decided to wait til the next day.
It wasn't til later that next day that I finally got a chance to tell her. We had gone to the student dining center to eat, and Veronica was enjoying the quality time with me. She would tease me a little by slipping her foot out of her sneaker and then stroking it down my leg. This was somewhat daring for her, doing this in public. We were in a relationship, but we kept it to ourselves. It was just less drama that way, not to mention kinda hot being all secretive.
After our dinner, we went back to our room. I knew it was now or never. It just felt terrible, especially since Veronica was in such a lovely mood right now. However, this was the right thing to do.
"Veronica, I have something I need to tell you," I said.
Those baby-blue eyes looked me over and realizing that something was amiss, they gave me their full attention. I recounted to her all the stuff that went on the previous night while at Mark's place. By the time I was finished, those once happy eyes were filled with tears and she just stared at me, not sure what to do.
I tried to reach out comfort her. "Baby, I'm so sorry, I know what I did was wrong but-"
Before I could finish, Veronica got up and ran out of the room. A part of me wanted to go chase her down, but I knew that would make things worse. I stayed in the room, waiting for her to get back. I waited to til midnight, then went to bed. At some point in the night, Veronica came back, stripped down, and went to bed. Though I was only half-awake, I could hear her still crying...
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Snapping back to my reflection in the mirror, I realized I was already starting to tear up. Since that night, Veronica would not talk to me, let alone look at me. We had only been living together for about a week and a half before this mess, and I had already screwed it up. Things had been going well before. We hung out practically all the time outside of class, ate meals with our awesome floormates, Veronica had vastly improved her English, and we had slept in the same bed together every night until that Sunday.
I started brushing my hair and my thoughts wandered off to how this relationship was so different than I had imagined. Another reason we both wanted to keep our relationship a secret was because we weren't sure how our families would react. The only member of my family who knew we were dating was my amazing older sister, Kayla. She was totally ok with it, and was pleased to see me happy with someone. The ironic thing was that Kayla and I even had a bit of foot fun with each other as well, and I had told Veronica about it. She hadn't been angry or sad at all. In fact, Veronica admitted that she used to practice french kissing with her cousins Elize and Benoit.
"I can not judge," she had said in her sweet German accent. "We vould do this until ve vere about...oh...fifteen?"
So she looked over that little fiasco without a problem. This only made Veronica want to meet Kayla more. I cracked a small smile, as I was brushing my teeth. I remembered exactly what happened when those two finally meet, when my family helped me move into my dorm....
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My parents were delighted to meet Veronica, believing that we were just friends. My own brother even tried flirting with her a little bit, and every ounce of me wanted to give him a good kick in the crotch.
Kayla was being very polite and was loving the chance to talk to Veronica. Both were fashionistas, and my sister's biggest dream was to travel to Germany and France for fashion school, two countries that Veronica was raised in. Of course, I'm guessing another reason why Kayla wanted to go there was to have sex with as many cute French guys as she could get her hands on.