Author's Note
The following story is written in first-person perspective. This doesn't mean it's a self-insert. I just wanted to try writing this kind of thing in first person.
Cute Little Toes
"Hey...who's that girl over there?"
"Which one?"
"The one on the left." I pointed to a blanket halfway between the small beachside cafe I was hanging out at and the shore, where two girls in bikinis lay spread out under the warm sun. The one on the right was pretty cute, with curly two-tone hair and a tiny pale green bikini that showed off her impressive curves, including her generous bust.
But the one that had my full attention was the one on the left. She had pale skin, short wintergreen hair with silvery highlights, and bright, sparkling golden eyes. Her firm, pert breasts rested snugly in a mint green and white striped bikini top, the kind that ties in the back and at the neck. A fetching mint green sarong with a long tied tail was wrapped about her hips. Her legs were long and slender, ending in the cutest, sexiest feet I'd seen in ages. The adorable seafoam green flip-flops she wore somehow made her feet even sexier, as did the slender gold chain around her left ankle. A charm hung from it; through my binoculars, I could make out an engraving of a lyre on the charm.
"Oh, her? That's...umm...Lyra, I think. She goes to Canterlot Community College."
"I think I'm in love," I said.
My friend chuckled. "She is pretty cute," he said. "But I've heard that she's, well..." He trailed off. "I mean, it's just...I hear she's got a thing with that other girl."
"Really?" I'll admit, I was a bit disappointed to hear that. Still... "You know what? I'm gonna go talk to her anyway. Nothing to lose, right?"
"Good luck."
I headed down to where the two girls were catching rays and talking. "Excuse me," I called out as I approached. The girls looked up at me.
"Can we help you?" the girl with the two-tone hair asked.
I crouched down in the sand, my gaze focused on the girl with the beautiful gold eyes and the cute, sexy feet. "I saw you from over there, and I just had to meet you," I told her. "You may just be the cutest girl I've ever seen."
She blushed faintly, covering her mouth with her hand. "Me? Um...thank you," she said. "I'm Lyra, this is my roommate Bon-Bon."
I introduced myself and asked if I could join them. Bon-Bon didn't seem too keen on my presence, but Lyra scooted over, drawing her legs up against her body to make room for me. "So, I was talking to a friend of mine, and...you girls go to Canterlot Community College, right?"
"That's right," Lyra said, smiling. "You were really asking around about me?"
I nodded. "So what do you study?"
"Well, I study music and communications," Lyra said. "Bon-Bon is studying business."
"It's just so I can take over my family's candy shop without running it into the ground," Bon-Bon said. "I hate school. All I wanna do is make and sell candy."
"Sounds like a fun career," I said. "So, music, huh? That explains the lyre on your ankle charm."
Lyra smiled. "Oh, you noticed that, huh? I play a lot of stringed instruments, but the lyre is my favorite."
"Awesome." I settled a bit deeper into the blanket. "I really want to get to know you better, Lyra. Oh, uh...you too, Bon-Bon, but..."
Bon-Bon held up a hand, smirking. "I get the idea, you're hot for Lyra. Lucky for you, she's available."
"Really?" I asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
Lyra blushed. "I don't have much luck with guys. It's been that way since high school. There's been, well...rumors..." She looked uneasily at Bon-Bon.
Bon-Bon rolled her eyes. "Everybody seems to think we're lesbians," she said. "We're definitely not. We're just friends and roommates." She stood up and brushed sand off her legs. "I think I'm gonna go get a burger. You two have fun." She waved and headed up the beach.
I gave Lyra a sheepish look. "I didn't mean to run your friend off or butt in..."
"Oh, that's okay," Lyra said with a smile. "I'd love to sit here and talk with you. You seem nice." She leaned back on her hands. "So, mind if I ask a question?"
"Sure."
"What made you so interested in me?"
I sat forward. "Well, like I said, you're really cute. I mean, you're really my type." I paused. "But, to be honest? What really drew me over here..." I hesitated, hoping she wouldn't think of me as a complete freak. "It's your feet. You have really sexy feet."
Lyra blinked. "My...feet?"
"I like feet," I said with a shrug. "I mean, I'm not obsessed or anything, but if a girl has really nice, sexy feet and legs, well...I can't help but notice." I smiled. "And you've got really cute feet. Those flip-flops and that ankle bracelet just make them even cuter."
"Oh...kay," Lyra said slowly.
"Don't get me wrong, I like everything else about you," I said. "Your face, your pretty eyes, the color of your hair, your beautiful body...like I said, you're the hottest girl on the beach. Maybe in the whole town!"
Lyra blushed. "Thank you," she said demurely.
"And now that I've actually spoken to you, I love your voice. It's so...musical. And I really want to get to know you...you know, so I can like a lot more about you than your body."
"And my feet."
"Yes, and your feet." I shifted awkwardly. "Speaking of which..."
"Yes?"
I took a deep breath. "Could I...could I give you a foot massage? I'm sorry if that sounds creepy or pervy, I just...really would like to rub your feet."
Lyra studied me quietly for a long moment. Then, she slowly smiled and stretched her legs out, laying her feet in my lap. "I think...I'd like that," she said, blushing again.
Glimpsing Lyra's feet from a distance was one thing, but seeing them up close was an entirely new experience. They were the perfect shape, dainty and graceful; her toes were absolutely the cutest toes I'd ever seen, well-pedicured with no nail polish. I slipped the flip-flop off her left foot and laid it on the sand, then gently cradled her foot with both hands. "So smooth and soft," I said as I caressed the sole of her foot with my thumbs. "You really do have the cutest little toes."
"Th-thank you," Lyra stammered, blushing. I dug my thumbs into the tender flesh of her sole, rubbing in firm circles against the ball of her foot. Continuing this with my right hand, I slid my left hand up to her toes, running my thumb against the underside of each dainty digit before grasping her big toe between my thumb and forefinger and gently tweaking it. Lyra trembled a bit, her breath hitching.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Mm-hmm," she mumbled. "I...wow. That feels so good..."
I smiled at her as I cupped her heel with my right hand, gently kneading it as I played with each of her toes. "So, tell me all about yourself," I said.
We talked about our likes, our hobbies, our interests, and other things. I moved from her left foot to her right foot, giving each toe and every inch of soft, supple skin loving attention, enjoying her slight trembling and soft gasps of pleasure. I never expected her to be so sensitive! Lyra's quiet, ragged gasps spurred me on, and I dug deeper, rubbing harder.
"Ah! Not so rough!" she said. "Do it like you were doing it before."
"Sorry," I said. "I just got excited."
Lyra blushed. "I know. I can, um...I can feel...it." Her eyes flicked from my face to my lap, and she rubbed her heel against the bulge in my pants.
I smiled sheepishly at her. "I, uh...can't really help that. Sorry."
"It's okay," she said with a smile. She looked at me with a coy expression that was adorable beyond words. "Um...I'm actually getting a little worked up myself." She dug a shallow trench in the sand with the index finger of her right hand. "I don't want you to stop, but..." Her face burned scarlet. "Um...we may have to. I don't...I mean..." She shuddered and closed her eyes. "This is starting to get me wet."
I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Y-yeah," Lyra said, breath catching. "I don't want...I mean, not out here, where everyone can see..."
I let go of her foot and took hold of her hand, clasping it tenderly. "How about if we went someplace more private?"
I didn't think it was possible for her to blush any harder, but she did. "I...I'd like that, but..."
I grasped her left foot and raised it, leaning forward. With my eyes firmly locked on hers, I popped her big toe in my mouth and gave it a slow, lingering suck, caressing it with my tongue.
"...let me get my bag," Lyra said in a quick, breathless rush. I slipped her flip-flops back onto her feet and helped her up, and we headed up the beach.
We found Bon-Bon seated at a table at the beachside cafe, eating fries and reading. "Hey, Bon-Bon," Lyra said. "Umm...I'll be home later...probably after dark."
Bon-Bon raised an eyebrow at us. "You're leaving? With him?"
"Yeah," Lyra said, fidgeting. "I'm...headed over to his place." She blushed. "We, um...we need a little privacy."
Bon-Bon's eyebrow climbed even higher. "Not even a first date?" she quipped. Shaking her head, she returned her gaze to her book. "See you at home," she said.
"That was embarrassing," Lyra said as we walked up to the bag check station, where the attendant handed her a medium-sized mint green gym bag.
I chuckled and rubbed her shoulder. "You don't have to justify yourself to your friend," I said as we headed up to the parking area.
Lyra giggled. "I know. It's just...Bon-Bon always makes me feel like I'm silly."
"Nothing wrong with being silly," I said as I unlocked my car.
The drive from the beach to my apartment was ten minutes. "I'm a little nervous about this," Lyra admitted as we pulled into the parking garage for my building. "I've...never done anything like this."
"I don't want to pressure you into something you're not ready for," I said gently.
"Oh no, I want to...well, at least keep doing what we were doing at the beach," she said. "Maybe...maybe more." She ducked her head. "Being touched like that, feeling your...you know...getting hard like that...it's exciting."
"I want to get you excited," I said. "I want you to be more excited with me than you've ever been in your life."
"I'd like that," she said.
We got out of the car and headed up to my apartment. "This is a nice building," Lyra said.
"I like that it has its own parking," I said. "Well, here we are." I unlocked the door, opening it for her. As she walked through, I flipped on the lights.
"Wow, nice place," she said. "I'm so jealous. Our place is just a cheap little student housing thing." She kicked off her flip-flops on the small tiled landing, then walked barefoot into the carpeted living room. She spent a moment walking around, running a hand over the back of my leather sofa, taking in the furniture, the entertainment center, the shelves with various knick-knacks and collections of videos and books. She stopped in front of a large bamboo wall scroll that hung between the kitchen and the hallway, studying it curiously.
"Nice, huh? I picked it up a few years back."
She looked around the room. "You don't have any pictures of family or anything?"
I shrugged. "I'm not a hang-pictures-of-people-on-the-wall kind of guy," I said. "I keep all my pictures in a photo album." I walked up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders, squeezing them gently. "I wouldn't mind having a picture of you on my wall, though."
She turned and smiled coyly up at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I leaned down and seized her lips with mine. The kiss was fleeting and clumsy; her nervousness and inexperience didn't bother me in the least. I slipped an arm around her waist and led her down the hall to the bedroom. "So...pick up where we left off?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yes...the way you rub my feet is...amazing."
"You know, your feet aren't the only thing I want to rub," I said.
She giggled. "I kinda figured as much." She ducked her head. "But, um...I'm not quite ready for that yet...can we take it slow?"
"Of course," I said. We entered the bedroom. Lyra looked at my bed, which had a violet comforter with a light purple stripe down the center. "That's a nice comforter," she said.
"Thanks," I replied. I turned down the comforter, smoothing out the soft lavender sheets underneath.
"You know, for some reason, your bed reminds me of a girl I went to high school with," Lyra said.
"Really?" I asked. "Weird."
"Yeah, her hair was the same color as your comforter and she wore lavender a lot." She sat on the edge of the bed and swung her legs up, leaning back against the headboard. I sat facing her, and she laid her feet in my lap again. I unclasped her ankle chain and handed it to her; she laid it on the bedside table. I kneaded her left foot, lifting it to my mouth so I could kiss each toe.
She giggled. "How can you stand to do that? I mean, I've been out on the beach and stuff..."
"Doesn't bother me at all," I said, licking the underside of her big toe. I ran my hands down the length of her calf, lightly tickling the back of her knee. I gently sucked on her toe as I stroked her lower thigh. She moaned and rubbed her other foot against my crotch. I gave her a surprised look, and she smiled devilishly at me.
I kissed and licked every inch of each toe, the sole of her foot, and her heel, stroking her leg from ankle to thigh. She groaned quietly, rubbing her other foot against the rough canvas of my shorts, tracing circles with the ball of her foot on the stiff tent of my arousal. "Keep doing that and I'm gonna come," I said.
"I don't mind," she said. She then blushed and covered her mouth. "I can't believe I said that."
I chuckled. "Well, I do mind, because I'm the one who's gotta wash these shorts." I shifted around, kneeling, and lifted Lyra's right leg into the air, slowly licking her inner thigh.
She let out a startled squeak. "Eek!" She wriggled around on the bed. "That...that's making me..."
"Wet?"
She nodded. "I—I'm starting to get...yeah."
I kissed her thigh, leaning my cheek against it as I looked at her. "Do you want to stop, or do you want to do something a little more...intimate? It's up to you."
Blushing, she squirmed out of my grasp and pushed herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "I..." She sighed. "I'm just...nervous about..."
I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against me, nuzzling her hair. "It's okay. I'm not going to push you."
She took a deep breath. "I...I wouldn't have come here if...if I wasn't interested in...in more." Her face flamed. Taking another deep breath to steady herself, she stood up, untying her bikini top and tossing it on the floor. She then untied her sarong and let it fall away from her hips, kicking it over in a pile with her bikini top. Finally, haltingly, she slipped her bikini bottom off, holding onto it as she slowly slid it down her thighs and calves, gingerly stepping out of it and dropping it on the pile.
She stood and faced me, hands behind her back, nervousness and anticipation in her eyes. I took a long moment to study her pert breasts, modest but alluring with small, hard nipples, her shapely hips, the sparse, minty hair covering her swollen mound, and her flushed, pouting sex.
"Damn, you're beautiful," I said softly.
Her entire body flushing alluringly, she gave me a demure expression, digging into the carpet with one of those adorable toes. "I'm ready for you to touch me...other places."
"I was hoping you'd say that," I said as I took her into my arms and gently lowered her onto the bed with me, laying her on her back as I turned onto my side to face her. I wrapped my left arm around her, cupping her left breast; with my right hand, I caressed the insides of her thighs.
Lyra shuddered and moaned as I kneaded her breast while teasing her thighs slightly apart, almost but not quite touching her sex. "Oh god," she gasped. "Touch me...touch me there..." I obliged, gently stroking her swollen pussy lips. She bucked her hips and squirmed. I toyed with her nipple as I spread her open, probing the entrance to her love tunnel with the tip of my middle finger. She was already moist; I pushed my finger into her up to the second knuckle, curling it inward and pulling at her inner flesh. She cried out. "Oh god!"
"Do you like that?" I asked.
"Yes..." she whimpered. "Keep doing that..."
I dug in deeper, using two fingers to explore her sex. "You're so tight," I said. Her pussy sucked my fingers in, drenching my hand in heady juices. Her smell was overpowering, intoxicating; I wasn't sure I'd be able to finger her much longer without coming in my pants.
"I'm a virgin," she replied quietly. "I don't even...touch myself." She paused, then meekly added, "very often."
I chuckled and rubbed my thumb across her clit, pressing down gently. She let out a sharp, ragged gasp, arching her back. "Oh GOD...!" she hissed.
She was getting wetter and hotter. I shifted around a bit and buried my fingers as deep in her pussy as they'd go. Her hips bucked as I thrust into her with short, rapid strokes, turning my fingers, questing for that one spot that would bring her all the way.
I knew I'd found it when she suddenly let out a piercing howl and a flood of hot juices washed over my hand, pooling on the sheets. Lyra panted, her body shuddering as a final trickle of love juice spilled out of her pussy. I pulled my fingers out of her with a wet squelch and a soft pop, then pressed them against her lips. She inhaled; her nose wrinkled. "What...?"
"That's what it smells like when you come," I told her. "It's making me crazy."
She licked her own juice from my fingers, eyes feverish.
"I want to make love to you," I whispered in her ear.
She looked at me, face red and sweaty, and nodded. "Alright," she panted.
I stood and quickly shed my clothes, presenting myself to her. She gasped, eyes wide. I knelt between her spread legs and leaned over her, rubbing my length against her engorged sex. She trembled slightly. "Are you ready?" I asked.
She nodded. "I...I'm ready."
I took firm hold of her hips and gently prodded her opening, then slowly made my first shallow thrust into her slick, tight pussy. She cried out, clawing at the bedsheets. I pushed more of my length into her, and she relaxed, letting out a slow, shaky breath.
"It's hard..." she whimpered quietly.
"I'll be as gentle as I can," I promised. She took a deep breath and nodded. I pulled back slightly, then pushed forward, going deeper than the first thrust. She gasped and tensed up, but didn't protest. With a slow, steady rhythm, I pumped her pussy, eliciting soft, ragged moans with each thrust. "You're so tight," I grunted. "It feels incredible! How does having me inside you feel?"
"Ahhh...!" Lyra moaned. "Good...it feels good...inside me..." Her breasts bounced with the rhythm of my thrusts, and she arched her back, putting her right hand on my left hand and squeezing. "Go...a little faster..."
I picked up the pace, going harder and deeper. I moved my right hand up to her chest and took hold of her left breast, kneading it as I pounded into her. Her gasps became louder and more ragged, which, combined with the tightness and wetness of her love tunnel, spurred me to pump her faster and harder.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! It's...it's...aaaaah..." Loud, sharp cries erupted from Lyra as she squeezed my wrist painfully, her nails digging into my arm. She was panting like a dog, her eyes screwed shut; I watched her breasts bounce and bobble with the bucking of her body and the arching of her back. The moment was coming...no, I was coming. Part of me wanted to explode inside her, fill her with my hot ecstasy...but a more rational, more cautious part of me knew I couldn't.
As the moment of truth drew closer, I reflected on how this incredible, amazing afternoon of passion had begun, and I knew the answer. With supreme force of willpower, I slowed my frantic thrusting enough to pull out, even as Lyra's pussy seemed determined to pull me back in.
"No..." she cried. "Don't...don't stop..."
"Lyra...I'm about to come," I said between short, gasping breaths. "I can't...do that inside you..."
"I don't care!" Lyra moaned. "I want more!"
I slid off the bed, standing at the foot. I could feel my cock throbbing, desperate for release. I seized Lyra's ankles and dragged her toward me. "Use your feet," I said.
She stared at me. "What?"
I sandwiched my dick in between the soles of her feet, squeezing them together. "Give me a foot job until I come," I said.
She blinked. "...on my feet?" Her nose wrinkled. "That sounds kinda gross..."
"This from the girl who wanted me to come in my pants," I muttered. I couldn't wait any more; I started furiously fucking her feet.
"Eep!" she squeaked. She reflexively tried to pull her feet from my grasp, but after a few seconds, she stopped resisting and instead began kneading my shaft with her cute little toes.
I wish it could have lasted longer. Having those soft, beautiful feet wrapped around my dick was second only to being inside her. Alas, my climax was already so close, it happened almost as soon as Lyra started really getting into it. I came all over Lyra's feet and ankles, sighing as I flagged.
"Eww," Lyra said, studying the long, clingy strands of cum that covered her feet. "It's squishing between my toes..."
"I'll get some wet wipes," I said, staggering over to my desk and rummaging around in the side cabinet. "Lyra...you're amazing. Being with you...that was the best feeling I've had in my life."
She blushed. "I...I really liked...making love to you." She folded her hands over her stomach, wiggling her toes and wrinkling her nose.
I walked back over with a package of wet wipes and my wastepaper basket and gently, thoroughly cleaned her feet. "I wish that last part could've lasted longer," I said. "I've always wanted a foot job...it felt as awesome as I always imagined."
Lyra smiled coyly. "Maybe next time...we can do that part first?"
"Is that a promise of a next time?" I asked.
"Mm-hmm," she murmured, eyes half-closed. "You might have to take me out to dinner first..."
Having finished cleaning her feet, I took her hand in mine and smiled down at her. "I'd love to," I said. "Nothing would make me happier than spending time with you, whether it's going out, making love, or just sitting around talking." I kissed the back of her hand. "You're special, Lyra."
Her beautiful eyes shone with happiness as she smiled at me, the most dazzling smile I'd ever seen. "Thank you," she said. "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."
I helped her off the bed and led her to the bathroom. She emerged fifteen minutes later, freshly showered and still drying herself. Another ten minutes later, I'd showered as well, and walked into the living room, towel wrapped around my waist. Lyra was sitting on the couch, doing something with her phone. She'd changed into some clothes that were packed in her bag: tight, knee-length indigo denim shorts and a loose mint green top that left her midriff bare. She'd put her ankle chain and flip-flops back on, and was kicking her feet absently in the air. She noticed me, looked up, smiled, and let one of her flip-flops fall to the floor, waggling her toes at me.
I raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to get me horny again?"
"Is it working?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered.
She laughed. "Wanna grab a bite on the way back to my place? I'm kinda hungry."
"I'll get dressed," I said.
As the afternoon wore on, Lyra and I sat at a local taco joint, gorging ourselves on cheap Mexican food and talking. The sun was low in the sky by the time I stood at the door to Lyra's apartment.
She looked up into my eyes and smiled. "I had a wonderful time today," she said softly. "I can't wait to see you again."
I fingered a lock of her hair. "Same here. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world." I brushed my lips against hers, lingering for a moment. I gave her hands a squeeze, then turned and headed for my car.
I don't know what the future holds for me and Lyra. I don't know if we're a couple, or just two ships that passed. I hope we'll be together for a long time. I hope she's the one.
But whether she is or not, whether we keep seeing each other or it was a fleeting fantasy, I know one thing for sure:
Damn, she has the cutest little toes.
