* This is PART 1 of a massive multi-part fantasy role play series about 2 roommates who embark on the foot fetish adventures of a lifetime! *

My roommate Myles is also my best friend!

I know what you boys on here are thinking: Guys and girls CANNOT be “Friends!” But truthfully, you’re only really half right about that, aren’t you? It’s you boys and you’re often eager, over-excited c*cks, that have 99% of the trouble when it comes to being “friends” with a woman!

We don’t have nearly as much trouble being friends with you guys, that’s why we pretty much coined and implemented the term “Friend zoned.”

In all fairness, it’s not accurate to say that I’ve c*mpletely friend zoned Myles at all times though... We’ve been best of friends for years and years (since we met in high school) and we’ve definitely had at least a few s*xual adventures together since then! I mean, he’s not bad to look at, and he does have a pretty huge p*nis!

It’s a bit selfish and a tiny bit evil of me, but during some of the more terrible break-ups and periods of my life, I’ve definitely used him (and it) as a yummy source of Stress relief, while maintaining the stance that we don’t date and stay best friends instead. Why jeopardize such an amazing thing, when we could be friends with benefits from time to time and enjoy the best of both worlds right?!

I don’t feel THAT bad about it though. It’s not like he didn’t love every minute of those breaks in our otherwise steadily plutonic friendship, especially because it gave him the chance to flex his often “longing for a l*ck” foot fetish!

Yea, we literally tell each other everything, so I’ve known all about his foot fetish for years! He told me all about it way back in high school! Back then I thought it was pretty funny and took it pretty lightly, I mean, how turned on and hot and bothered can you really get by feet? They’re just feet right?!

I remember when he told me, we were at my house on the couch, and thinking it was a joke or something, I slowly slipped my socks off (pretending to be all seductive about it) and propped my feet on his lap! It was in that moment that I realized, not only was he NOT joking about this foot fetish thing, but feet really did make him VERY hot and bothered!

Long story short (because dear readers, we have a very large journey to embark on together) I quickly learned not to take his love for feet too lightly, if I was to expect him to respect being friend zoned as my best friend. I wasn’t nearly as k*nky and devious back than as I am now, so at that point, I was years away from realizing the gold mine of a foot pet and s*x sl*ve I was truly sitting on...

Much more on that soon!

I learned all about the foot fetish thing that day, with my feet on his lap, while getting an amazing foot rub! I not only learned that for him, it was all about the Soles of feet, but that the soles of my feet were particularly incredible?! I knew I had nice feet, even back then, but wouldn’t have been able to explain why like he did that day!

Apparently soft, pink, creamy, ticklish, slightly wrinkled soles with moderately high arches are a foot fetish guys dream come true? Who woulda known! I also learned that day about his c*ck for the very first time! I learned that it’s quite large, and particularly fun to suck! What? He got rock hard touching and rubbing my feet, so don’t judge me for enjoying the situation in my own way!

I told him that I felt bad for not taking him seriously, getting him All rilled up, and that just this once, I could remedy the situation for him after he was done rubbing my feet! He went beat red in the face and his d*ck like, pounded into the heels of my feet when I said it, but I don’t think he actually believed me until I flipped over and unzipped his jeans...

I had my feet up in the air behind me so that he could look at my soles while I did it, and sucked that big, beautiful p*nis until he came all over my parents living room couch and had to clean it up!

That’s just a l*ttle fun back story about us that you can rub one out to if you wanna, because after that, things really did get tame for quite a long time! I really liked having him as a friend I could count on, and respected the power of my feet around him, often making sure to wear socks to make it easier on him visually.

Eventually, life happened and we both started semi-serious relationships, him then having a steady pair of cute feet to keep him occupied in that department, and me then having a semi-decent d*ck to enjoy in that department, but we always stayed close like two peas in a pod! I often felt like he was the step-brother I never had and the best guy friend any girl would be happy to have!

The years went by like they do, but we always kept in touch, always stayed super close, and always worked as each others strongest support system. There for each other in the good times and bad. Through break ups, disappointments, failures and successes, we shared that stuff together like family!!

There were a few casual days in our late university years, when he would come to visit and we f*cked like mad for the odd weekend here and there! By then, he had really come to respect that I didn’t want to get into a relationship, and jeopardize the true friendship we had built. Again, I wasn’t so devious yet to realize it, but I already had him well underway in training him for the pet and toy he would later become!

We also attended different universities in different cities, so the distance always made it easier to not cross into that dating realm and remain best of friends. We both finished school and once again life happened, taking us further on our separate ways and journey, but like always, no matter the distance, we stayed in touch and close. We would face time, snap each other and text back and fourth multiple times in any given week, so it honestly felt like the support system we had for each other never got changed by any of the miles between us!

By the time he moved to my city, and we decided to be roommates, it had been quite a few years since we had done anything naughty or s*xual with each other, and things felt more plutonic than ever. Truthfully, outside of poking fun at his foot fetish, by telling him that I’d have to go back to wearing socks all the time again, I didn’t have much worry or thought towards any s*xual issues coming up if we did move in together!

The move happened pretty quick actually. The decision was finalized that he was moving here for a job offer, and my 3 bedroom townhouse was more than big enough to share! We would also be able to make life so much easier on each other, by splitting rent and bills together, so that being able to save money for trips and stuff would become a legit thing I could do! Plus, he was a roommate I knew inside and out, so besides needing to wear socks all the time again, it was a total win, win!

We were living together for a month when it happened. What happened? Honestly, at the point it happened, I wasn’t sure if anything actually did happen! Everything was going so chill and we were both genuinely happy that we had decided to move in together. Not only was the s*xual tensions of the past being totally respected by him, but I even forgot to wear socks a few times when he was around, and outside of him grinning like a goof and telling me that my “Soles were still just as ridiculously perfect as ever.” He remained c*mpletely calm and didn’t dive into my feet like he used to.

Okay, in all fairness I used to demand he rub my feet all the time! I would tell him “Might as well put how much of a p*rvert he is to good use!” Especially after long days when my soles were super soft and sensitive from being barefoot in converse all day! Those rubs and worships felt particularly amazing!!

Still, despite some of our naughty and questionable “friend” habits of the past, things seemed quite sexually under control, so it caught me c*mpletely off guard when I went to bed still in my socks one night and woke up barefoot!?

I can’t tell you with complete certainty that I didn’t take them off when I went to bed. I LOVE bedtime, so it’s definitely possible that I was so cozy and tired after reading, that I slipped them off and forgot about it, but I swear they were still on my feet when I went to bed...

Maybe if I didn’t have that random and insanely erotic dream about Myles and I last night, that also just so happened to involve my feet, I might be less inclined to think he had something to do with it...

The dream? Kinda a s*x whirlwind dream, but I dreamed we had very hot, loud s*x, and he l*cked my soles and sucked my toes while we did! (I was on my back, legs up in the air, soles to the ceiling...)

Seems like a pretty strange coincidence that I had that dream & my socks were off when I woke up! Like, maybe he took them off in the night and worshipped my feet, prompting the erotic dream to start? The bottoms of my feet are hot spots for me...

So I lay there that morning, socks mysteriously on the floor at the foot of my bed, turning it over and over in my brain... And I kept coming back to one solution. One obvious, but naughty way to find out for sure if he had anything to do with it. If he was behind this riddle in the dark, and if he was, would I be allowing my soft, sensitive, gorgeous soles to be back on his menu again?

To Be Continued...
Xoxo
-Gwen

Best Of Friends! Part 1: Riddle In The Dark