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I've had a foot fetish for as long as I can remember. Even back in the first grade I would "drop" my pencil to get a glimpse of the peds on the girl that sat across from me. My sisters' feet were also an object of my desires but that's a different story for a different time.

The first of my high school foot fetish experiences occurred when I was a sophomore at age 16. I lived in Southern California, AKA a foot fan's paradise! With the year round warm weather, girls would always be wearing open toed shoes and showing off their pedicures. I remember my Algebra II class was ripe with big soles, and long toes, my personal preference, though I like most feet. One girl in particular, named Chantal, was my favorite...She wore black flip flops nearly everyday and had dark purple painted nails. During class she would often remove her shoes within the first few minutes and keep them off for the rest of the lesson. 

I sat five seats back and one to the left of her; perfect position for casual viewing throughout class. When I saw her feet on the first day, I was determined to become friends with her. To make a long story short, I did. But I don't want to bore you with that, I want to get to the feet heh.

Her feet were an 8.5/9 depending on the shoe. In class after removing her flip flops she would scrunch her toes and bend them against the floor with her soles facing me. Sometimes she would sit on one leg with the feet poking out from underneath her bottom. Let's just say she managed to keep me entertained, unknowingly. She was a subject of many masturbatory fantasies to tell the truth.

We hung out quite a bit after school at each other's houses. Both of our parents worked until 6:15 or so and school got out at 3:00 (took 15 minutes to walk home), so we had time to just chill. Chantal was quite beautiful. Gorgeous skin and eyes, big tush/tits, hair of a dark creamy brown, but she still had a bit of a bitch attitude. That didn't bother me too much. Whenever she came over she would take her shoes off then as well. I would compliment her on her pedicures every once in a while, and she would thank me, pleased. It didn't seem to occur to her I had a foot fetish until my longing for her feet grew stronger over the months we were friends. Sometimes my gaze would linger a bit on her feet if we were watching a movie and she would look at me strangely then giggle at eye contact. When this started happening I started guessing she realized I had a bit of a thing for her feet but did not know to what extent. 

When cheerleading started up however, we were unable to hang out as much. Chantal would often be at practice until 4:45 or 5. On occasion we still managed to get together though, and her weary feet one day creeped up into my lap. She was stretching out on my couch one day after practice.

"H., could you do me a favor?" she muttered, eyes closed.

My heart jumped, "What is it?" I replied, trying to sound casual.

"My feet are killing me. Could you possibly give them a bit of a rub?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure." I was still trying to keep my voice casual.

She exhaled, satisfied with my answer as I started to undo the laces of her shoes (she wore closed toed shoes for cheerleading and often left with them on still unfortunately), nearly shaking with disbelief. When I pulled them off the delicious odor gently drifted out into my nose. It wasn't the first time I had smelled feet up close as I got to do some with my sister when I was younger, but this was better than anything yet. She stretched her feet and toes once they were free of her shoes. I then started pulling off her socks.

"Oh you don't need to do that, I wouldn't want to put you through that smell."

I just told her I didn't mind and that she should just lean back and relax. The socks peeled off in an incredibly arousing fashion. Perhaps you know what I'm talking about. Her feet weren't saturated, but they were damp, damp enough to cling to the sock a bit. The odor grew stronger as did the excitement in my pants. I placed a pillow on my lap in order to keep the erection building up hidden and began kneading her soles, nearly drooling over the beautiful feet. Chantal would flex her arches every once in a while and that got me going even more. She dozed off and on over the next half hour, but I continued, dedicated to this queen's feet. After about 35/40 minutes she was revitalized and woke up for real.

"Want to watch some TV?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, focusing on my work.

"Thanks a lot, by the way, this is so relaxing; it feels great."

"No problem."

There wasn't much on TV, so she then resorted to playfully reaching up towards my face with her foot, giggling. That made me more and more aroused as the odor was getting stronger as she wafted it towards me. Chantal moved her foot closer and closer and then I just couldn't handle it. I squashed my face deep into her toes and smothered my face in her feet. Her first reaction was to tense up and pulled back slightly.

"Whoa what the hell?"

I tried to apologize. But she stopped me.

"You have a foot fetish, don't you"

I nodded, ashamed about what I had just done.

She sighed and then put her feet back towards my face.

I explained how I could not help it, she was ok with it as long as we kept it platonic, etc. (abridged version lol)

It felt as though my cock was roaring in triumph as I hungrily got back into her feet. It was as if I would suck every bit of that delicious smell into my nose, leaving nothing left. I snuck in a few kisses every once in a while through out my smelling of her feet, but Chantal didn't seem to mind. It evolved from there. A few licks here and there, and then I started running my tongue up and down the palm of her foot, taking in the sweat and taste of those morsels. Her feet were a nice width for the length and so they covered my face in a comfortable fashion. My nose nestled in the toes well. When I finally finished her palm I moved up and popped her toes in my mouth one by one. At first she flinched and giggled, saying it tickled, but then eased back. My jaw started getting sore from being open and wrapped over her toes and part of her foot for such a long time. I barely left her house in time as her parents got back when I was a block away. From then on, it became a habit. Every few days, maybe once a week after her practice she would let me rub her feet for her and then I'd get to dine on her feet. Unfortunately I never saw feet quite as good as hers, but it was great while it lasted. This relationship lasted a couple more months but then I switched schools, never saw her again.

Hope you enjoyed a bit, I'm new to the whole writing foot stories thing heh. Let me know what you think of it I guess.