Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2011 16:30:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Anna MicCray <lesbe_luvs_foot@yahoo.com>
Subject: Annie Loves Feet Part 2

Annie Loves Feet, Pt. 2: Holly Loves Anal

So last time I wrote about my first pseudo-sexual experience, with Julia
and her wonderful feet.  I was going to continue the story with what
happened the next weekend with her, but I've decided instead to tell you
about the next experience I had with my first girlfriend, as it's much more
action-packed.  To summarize my second, and sadly final experience with
Julia, she openly asked me to repeat what I'd done for her already, and
even returned the favor, simultaneously no less!  It was definitely amazing
and something I'll never forget, but we never did anything beyond our
apparent mutual foot fetishism and kissing.  She's now engaged, I believe,
to a successful businessman not too far from where we grew up.

At the time of this next story I was fourteen, and had come out of my shell
a little bit, eventually closing my circle of friends to a tighter cliq.
I'd always had an interest in rock 'n' roll, but I was a pretty
full-fledged punk rocker by this point.  I still wore what you might call
"cute" clothes for the most part, not fully developing my sense of style
yet.  My general uniform consisted of my trusty Chuck Taylor's (although I
had graduated to a bigger size, a 14 in womens', which I more or less have
maintained since then), tight blue jeans that flared out a little, and some
girl-fit band shirt of someone or another.  My hair was pretty much the
same; dirty blonde and just shy of shoulder length, although I had mastered
my bangs into a nice swoop.  I'd grown to about 5'9" but basically
maintained my weight.  I still didn't have any breasts, and I still don't
now, but just as I mentioned in my last story, what I lacked in tits I more
than made up for in ass.

In any event, it all began once again in school, starting like any other
day but ending up being truly awesome and opening up a whole new world to
me.

I was sitting at lunch with some friends of mine, catching up on some
intensely boring Social Studies homework, when the sexiest girl I'd seen up
to that point in my life walked in.  She was about 5'6", very slim but not
as rail-thin as myself, with porcelain white skin, grey-blue eyes, and
dyed-purple chin-length hair.  She was really pretty, with pouty lips and
without wearing makeup.  That first day she was wearing an "SLC Punk" shirt
(a movie that I hated but for some reason everyone that I hung around with
loved), Jnco brand jeans, you know, the really huge ones with all the
pockets and zippers that all the metal-head kids wore back then, and a pair
of purple Chucks.

I was pretty taken aback by her, not just because there weren't many
"alternative" kids at my school, but because there certainly weren't any as
gorgeous as she was.  After asking my friends if they knew anything about
her, I found out that she was indeed a new student that had just
transferred from one of the other middle schools in town.  I watched as she
made her way to the lunch line, moving cautiously but with confidence.  I
decided that Social Studies could go to hell and joined in line next to
her.

When I stood next to her she looked up at me, then back down my body.
"Well hello," she said.  Before saying a single word to her I felt like she
was hitting on me.

"Hi.  How's it going?" I replied trying to maintain my cool.

"Better now," she continued, being overtly flirty.  My immediate thought
was that she was actually a total bitch, and just fucking with me after
hearing from a classmate that I was gay and would probably try to get in
her pants.  But the conversation continued as we waited on our greasy
square pizzas.  "What's your name?"

"I'm Annie," I said.  "And you?"

"Holly.  Pleasure to meet you Annie."  She took my hand in a rather sensual
way, not taking her eyes away from mine for an instant.

I decided I wanted to be alone with this hot, and apparently fellow-gay,
girl, and took her to a table away from my friends, giving them a look that
said 'Sorry, but check her out!'  They understood and kind of smirked at me
in response.  Holly explained that she'd moved with her mom, two brothers,
sister and grandmother, from the other side of town after her dad went to
jail.  She kind of missed the old neighborhood, she said, but maybe things
wouldn't be so bad here afterall.  I was literally bombarded with passes
from this girl, not having to initialize a thing.  I was used to being the
instigator with Julia, but now it was a complete role-reversal, with me as
the giggling little girl!  I have to admit, I loved it.  I wondered
however, did she know I was into girls?  Was it that obvious?  I certainly
didn't think so, especially in comparison to all of the other lesbians I
knew of, who very butch and brooding and actually didn't take too kindly to
me (Presumably they thought I was into girls for the attention of boys).
But then again, this girl was certainly not that type either, so who knows?

She never told me she was gay, in so many words, but her actions spoke loud
and clear.  She looked lustfully at me, and I returned the glances.  We
both noticed the time and that the bell was about to ring, so she asked if
I wanted to have dinner at her house that night.  I absolutely couldn't say
no, so during the passing period I used a pay phone to call my parents and
tell them I would be spending time with a new friend.

"Is it a girl?" my mom asked.  By this time my parents had to be sure I was
a lesbian.  It's not like I went around shouting it, or shaved my head to a
crew-cut or anything, but I think parents generally know things like that
before the kids themselves do.  My mom and dad were, and continue to be,
super-cool and open minded, and when I came out to them a couple of years
later they told me they'd already known and that while it didn't change
anything, they were happy that I could finally tell them and be open about
it.

"Yes, it's a new girl at school, named Holly.  She's cool and just wants to
meet people, you know?" I told my mother.

"Sounds good.  If you end up staying the night or something make sure to
call and let us know."

I assured her that, however unlikely that was, I would definitely let them
know.  The rest of the day was kind of a blur.  All I could think about was
this new girl and the things she might want to do, or at the very least,
talk about doing.  Maybe I was reading too far into it?  I always had a lot
of self-doubt, but I honestly couldn't imagine someone acting that way and
not wanting something more than just friendship.  I had P.E. last period,
running stupid laps around the gymnasium.  I skipped the shower (which I
usually enjoyed, for the obvious reasons) and got out of the building
early.

Finally the bell rang and Holly came out, a big smile on her face when she
saw me.

"Hey, kitten.  Glad to see you," she said.  I think I creamed my underwear
slightly when she called me that.  I giggled in response (something I NEVER
do), and we began the twelve-block walk to her house.  We talked about
mundane things as she smoked cigarettes; how our day was at school,
classmates, teachers, etc.  Eventually we reached her house.  It wasn't in
the best of neighborhoods but it looked pretty nice.  It was a big two
story deal with an impeccable lawn.  When we walked inside the place was
filled to the brim with her family.  Introductions were made and they made
me feel pretty welcome.

"Hey I wanna show you my room," Holly said, giving me a look and curling
one side of her mouth into a smile.  But just as we were about to head
upstairs, her mom announced that dinner was ready.  "We'll just have to get
to that later," she told me, as we took our seats.

I was a little uncomfortable at first, sitting between her two older
brothers across the table from Holly, but the conversation was light.
Dinner was pretty good too, but her mom Teresa, sitting at the head of the
table, seemed a little...drunk.  Holly's grandmother sat at the foot of the
table.  She was obviously very religious, and although soft- spoken was
somehow stern at the same time.  Andrea, Holly's younger sister, sat next
to her and didn't say much.

Teresa was asking me about the basics; school, family, etc., when I felt
something on my ankle.  It moved up my leg, under my blue jeans.  I looked
over at Holly, who had a devilish expression on her face.  That's when, in
the middle of a response about what my dad did for a living, I realized
Holly was rubbing her bare foot on my leg!  She'd managed to slip off her
shoe during the conversation and thought it would be fun, and erotic, to
tease me, and she was right.  After I stumbled over my words for a moment,
I began to realize how immensely turned on I was.  I returned her grin
along with some arched eye brows, trying to get the point across that I did
NOT want her to stop.  She didn't, and continued to tease me with her toes
until dinner was over.

We helped clean up, but at the first opportunity Holly excused us, grabbed
my wrist, and whisked me upstairs.  Her room was small, with a tiny
television, a video game system, and a twin sized bed in what I would call
a cubby hole.  Clothes were scattered about, along with old cassette tapes
and magazines.  She cleared a spot on her bed for us and lit another
cigarette.

"Sorry about that, kitten," she said.  "I just couldn't help myself."

"Don't apologize, believe me," I replied, scooting right next to her and
moving my face in close.  We immediately locked lips and tongues, and I
tasted the smoke that remained in her mouth.  I'd heard that old phrase
about smokers' kisses tasting like ashtrays, but I rather enjoyed it.  She
put out her Camel light as we continued to kiss.  I could feel her hands
grabbing my waist, pulling me closer to her.  This was absolutely amazing.
I had just met this girl, never once mentioning my orientation or interest
in her directly, but it was as if she somehow knew.  Admittedly it felt
really adult, like one of those casual experiences you hear about as a kid.
Not only that, but she was the one taking control.  The only other person
I'd kissed before, Julia, was so submissive, or perhaps merely surprised by
my advances, that I had little trouble initiating a kiss with her.  But now
I was on the other side, and so suddenly.  It was a huge turn-on to not
feel as though I had to bait and trick, but simply lay back and let Holly
do the work.

And lay back I did.  Or rather, she pushed me back, kind of forcing herself
on top of me.  I put my arms around her neck as we continued making out
feverishly.  Her hands moved from my waist, to my hips, then back up, but
this time under the shirt.  I could feel her fingers on my stomach and
could bearly control myself.  We were both letting out soft moans, but the
noise in that house from everyone else that lived there made me think we
could have been screaming in ecstacy.  I wrapped my legs around her and
clasped my ankles, as my way of telling her not to stop.

After a good thirty minutes of make-out time, we reluctantly stopped,
trailing off with a series of softer kisses.  She told me how hot she
thought I was and I told her how hot I thought she was, and we exchanged
stories.  She didn't go into much detail, but it was my inferrence that
she'd been with guys, like all the way, a couple of times, but thought now
that she might like girls more.  She didn't say what all she'd done with
girls either, but it seemed as though she had plenty more experience than I
did.  I also didn't elaborate on what Julia and I had done, as I thought it
may have sounded too weird to tell her about sucking on a girl's toes and
having the same done to mine, so I simply told her we had made out "and
stuff."

"So," she said, "what are your kinks?"  I was kind of confused and asked
her what she meant.  "You know, like, what do you REALLY like?  What's
something that really gets you off?"

I acted as though I had to really think about it.  "Uhm...I don't know...."

"I'll tell you mine first, so you don't think I'm too much of a creep for
asking," she said as we both giggled.  "I really like ass.  Like, a LOT."

"Well I certainly have plenty of that for you to enjoy," I said back to
her.

She smiled widely at me.  "Oh I definitely noticed that!  So what about
you?  There has to be something...."  That same devilish look came over her
face again, like she wanted to treat me to whatever I would've said at that
very moment.

I stalled a few seconds longer, looking particularly apprehensive, I'm
sure.  "It's kind of...weird," I finally said.

"Weird's not bad, you know.  I kind of like weird."

Feeling reassured, I decided to tell her the truth.  "Ok.  So, I
like...feet."

"Really??" she said incredulously.  "You have a foot fetish?"

Nervously, I replied, "Yeah....  I know it's strange, and maybe you think
it's gross or something, but yeah...I like feet."

"I don't think it's gross!" she told me.  "Ha ha, so you mean downstairs at
dinner I was teasing you more than I even realized!"

"Yeah, that was pretty torturous," I admitted with a smile.

"Well, tell me about it; like, do you want to have your feet touched, or do
you like touching other people's feet?"

"Both," I replied.

"And do you just like to suck toes, or...?"

"Well," I began, more at ease now, "I like that, and using my tongue, but
even just foot rubs I really like.  And I give the best foot rubs in the
world by the way."

"Hmmm....  That sounds really hot!" she said.  "I've never known anybody
with a foot fetish.  Hey, so...," she started, as she took off her shoes,
tossed them aside, and then practically ripped off her socks.  "Do you like
my feet?"

I stared at her feet for several seconds.  They were VERY nice indeed.
Much smaller than mine, but what you'd probably consider average-sized,
they were pale white like the rest of her, but her toenails were painted a
very dark purple, apparently to match her hair.  Her toes were quite long
as well, and as I looked at them I could feel that longing I got down there
whenever I saw something that I wanted.  That special tingle that hits a
girl when she likes what she sees.

"I definitely like your feet, Holly," I said, reaching out to pet the top
of her right foot.  She smiled again at me, perfectly content that she
could do such things to me.

"I always thought they were ugly," she said.  I reassured her that there
were definitely NOT ugly, and that they were, in fact, the sexiest feet I'd
ever seen.  She seemed happy with that, but soon she got that same look in
her eye that I'd seen there so often this day.  "Now that I've shown you
what you like...," she begain.  "Maybe you can show me what I like?"

I didn't really know what she meant at first but then I realized...she
wanted to see my butt!  I was very nervous, as no one had ever seen my ass
before.  "You just want me to pull my pants down right now?" I asked her
with a half-smile.

"Why not?" she replied.  "I promise I'll make it worthwile."

I was kind of intrigued, and although I'd only met this girl a few hours
earlier, I definitely did like her, and was absolutely attracted to her.
And she was right: Why not?  I stood up and turned around, undoing my belt
buckle and then my jeans button.  Slowly, attempting to tease her, I
unzipped my pants and pulled them down, inch by inch.  Keep in mind that
Holly was sitting on her bed, just at eye level with my ass.  Well soon I
had my pants at my ankles.  I let go of them and put my hands on my hips,
so that I was standing akimbo.  I turned my head slyly and arched my eye
brows at her.  I still had my underwear on, and wasn't really planning on
taking them off, until I saw her face.  If there was ever an expression of
pure desire it was Holly's at that moment.  She took her eyes off of my ass
only for a second to meet mine.  She bit her lip, and then returned her
gaze down my back.  I couldn't help myself at this point, so I grabbed the
elastic band on my Batman underwear and pulled them down, even slower than
I'd done with my jeans.  I could feel the top of my crack exposed, until
finally my entire ass was literally just inches from Holly's face.

"God...damn," she said.  "That is one amazing ass, Annie."  I was so
thrilled at that moment.  I was half-naked, with this girl of my dreams,
who was totally lusting over my body.  I'd never, ever felt that way
before, and it made me feel awesome.

Just then, to my surprise, she put a hand on each cheek and started to
caress my ass!  I was still holding my underwear so that my crotch wasn't
exposed, and I turned around to see what was happening.  She was staring up
at me while she kept her fingertips clenched to my protruding hipbones,
using her palms to massage my ass.  I can't even relate to you how aroused
I was.  Suffice it to say, the part of my underwear that was still touching
my front was absolutely soaked.

But it only got better.  I felt her lips at my tail bone, kissing my skin
softly.  The first kiss was a long one, lasting probably a full fifteen
seconds.  She continued kissing, moving farther down to just above my ass
crack, then moving to my right cheek, and then my left.  There were moans
coming out of my mouth that I had no control of, and several moments when I
nearly lost my grip on the band of my underwear.

Finally, she said, "Why don't you lay on the bed?"  Mindlessly, I followed
the instruction and started to sit down.  "I mean, on your stomach," Holly
instructed, her voice now soft and tender, and much less ferocious
(although that ferocity earlier, I must stress, was also a good thing).
Again, I moved in a zombie-like state, still holding my underwear up with
one hand as I laid flat on my stomach.  Holly got behind me and tugged on
my jeans until they reached my shoes.  She unlaced them calmly but quickly,
and tossed them aside.  Free from obstruction, she removed my pants
completely, leaving my ass and legs entirely exposed.  I felt nervous, but
I knew I wanted this more than anything.  I think with Julia I wasn't
ready, and she had been right to call that.  But with Holly, it felt like
the right time for this.

Holly took off her own pants too, but kept her black and red thong on.
Before returning to her goal that was my ass, she put her hands on my bare
feet (I still never wore socks).  Remembering that I'd had gym class not
long before, and had even skipped the shower, I was a little embarrassed
that my feet would smell.  I, of course, loved the odor, and could
essentially get off solely from that, but I thought Holly might have been
put-off by it.  If she was, though, she didn't act like it.  She kissed
each of my heels once before returning to the work at hand.

She moved back up to my ass, taking hold of my underwear.  She essentially
yanked them from my hand, although I didn't put up any fight at all at this
point, and pulled them off of me, tossing them, like my other articles of
clothing, to the floor among her own.  She started at my tail bone again,
kissing gently down my back.  But this time she grabbed each cheek with a
hand and spread them apart.  I could feel myself totally and utterly
exposed to this girl, letting her see something that nobody else had ever
seen before.  She remained determined, continuing her kisses down that
straight line until she reached my anus.  I was so nervous yet excited, all
I could do was wait in anticipation for what was to happen next, to which I
really didn't have much of a clue.  She kissed to the right of my anus,
then the left, then above again, and then finally she laid into me with an
open mouth French kiss directly with my butthole.  She kept her mouth there
for several seconds, until releasing for a moment.  Then she went
immediately back down there.  She kissed me like this for a few minutes,
until the kisses turned into laps.  She ran her tongue across my asshole,
driving every nerve in my body insane.

Instantly, my hand moved back down to my crotch, my middle finger at first
only resting on my clit, but soon rubbing furiously.  I hadn't had any
vaginal penetration by this time, and frankly it scared the hell out of me,
but I was certainly familiar with external stimulation.  My pussy
desperately craved her touch instead of my own, but I was far too timid
about it to ask her.  From what I was receiving at my back-end and the work
I was doing on myself, it was all I could do to keep from screaming my
lungs out.  I buried my face in Holly's pillow as she continued licking
ravenously.

Then the laps stopped, and she actually buried her tongue inside my butt.
I could feel her moving it inside me, one of my hands attacking my clitoris
while the other clenched the bedsheets.  While she kept her lips in place
and her tongue inside of me, she had been keeping her left hand clasped to
my hip bone, but the other hand was now missing from my right side.  I
could only assume she was going to town on herself during this very, VERY
hot moment.

She never stopped treating me to this incredible luxury, moving from deep,
penetrating anal massages to long and deliberate lapping.  She further
torturing me by moving her fingers gently up and down my spine, before
bringing her hand back to my hip.  It wasn't long after this that I brought
myself to orgasm.  And it wasn't long after that that I did it again.  And
soon, I was cumming a final time.  The last one was the most intense,
because it seemed like she had had her tongue as deep inside me as possible
for fifteen minutes straight, just as I had perfected the rythym on my
clit.  After the final orgasm, I couldn't take anymore, and I tried to
settle back down onto the bed to let her know that I was done.  She seemed
mildly disappointed, but she crawled up my back and kissed my neck, telling
me immediately after, "I just came so many times!"  I was immobile, taking
deep breaths and unable to respond for a couple of minutes.

I glanced at the clock before we started, noting that it was around 5:30.
By the time we were done it was 7:15.  There was, of course, a lot of her
build-up with those soft kisses, but even with that, it had to have been a
good hour and a half that she'd given my butt a complete work-over.  We
cuddled next to each other, our bare legs entangled, not bothering to put
our clothes back on just yet, and she smoked another cigarette.

"So what did you think?" she asked me.

"Well three orgasms pretty much speaks for itself, I'd say."

She laughed in agreement.  "Yeah my tongue is really sore right now.  But,
totally worth it."

I smiled at her, and then gave her a huge kiss, shoving my tongue down her
throat.  I could taste what I assumed was my own ass on her, which was
really great.  I could understand why she liked doing what she'd just done,
even if the idea of keeping your mouth essentially glued to an ass wasn't
appealing at first.  She explained to me how she'd been with guys, but was
deathly afraid of pregnancy.  Her solution was to stick strictly to anal
sex.  She said at first it was terrible and hurt like hell, but she
eventually started to really enjoy it.  When she began experimenting with
girls, she found that one thing they all seemed to love was "rim jobs,"
which was apparently what I just got.  A sexier name for it to me was to
think of it as her 'making out with my ass.'  I told her my theory that
another thing all girls love is to have their feet kissed, licked and
generally loved, and that next time I'd have to be the one to make her cum
so much.  She insisted I'd done that that night already, but I made it
clear that the next time we were together, she was in for a real treat.  I
walked home that night on shaky legs.  We exchanged underwear, which is
still an incredibly hot idea to me, and
 \she even let me keep her socks.

I showed her a lot of foot-fun, and she showed me some more anal stuff.
She eventually was the one to pop my vaginal cherry as well, which was a
terribly uncomfortable experience.  I dated Holly for about seven months
after that.  I kept it from my parents, although they most certainly knew
that the cute girl that came over nearly every day after school and stayed
the night all of the time was more than just my friend.  Holly told her
mom, who was, to my surprise, totally supportive.  She was so grateful that
her daughter wasn't going to get knocked up (which had happened to her when
she was Holly's age), that Holly convinced her to let us use her credit
card to buy a couple of sex toys off of the Internet, provided we pay her
back the money.  What an awesome mom!  We only bought three toys, but we
had so much fun with them that we could hardly contain ourselves at school.
Holly's mom meant well, I'm sure, but she was probably indirectly
responsible for even more distraction in class.

Eventually though, Holly had a change of heart, and "found God."  She
cursed her wicked lesbo ways and "went straight."  She moved after that to
live with her aunt somewhere.  She tried to write me letters, but they all
ended with "Hope you love Jesus soon!" so I quit responding.  She may have
ended up a crazy Christian, but when we were togther that girl was wild,
and I had so many of my firsts with her.  She was my first love, too.
Anyways, I've always thought that story was pretty hot and I wanted to
share it with others that might enjoy it too.  I hope you did!  I have
plenty of stories, especially from high school.  Maybe I'll tell some more
soon....  Thanks!