Michelle was a girl in my accounting class. She was a college freshman, and I was a senior taking some business electives. During one of the warmer days of September, she wore sandals, and I got to look at her beautiful high arched feet and red painted toes all through class as I sat diagonally behind her. She dangled her sandals expertly, and even let them slip completely off her toes every couple minutes. At one point she tucked her right foot under her left thigh so that her bare sole was facing me. She wiggled her toes for awhile, and then she started stroking her bare sole and toes with her fingers. She was tickling her own bare foot! I fantasized that she was doing it intentionally, and I still replay that scene in my head sometimes.

I didn't get to know her until mid October when we all, including our professor, went out after class for a few drinks. Michelle was in rare form and ended up challenging me to a drinking game. I ended up almost carrying her back to her apartment, and when we got inside, she collapsed face-down on her sofa and asked me to take her boots off. I did, and even though her vulnerable socked soles were dangling off the end of the couch, and I was rock-hard, all I remember after that was waking up on the couch with my head next to hers.

When she awoke, she made a big deal about how stupid she was to let me, a stranger, into her apartment in her condition, then she thanked me profusely for not taking advantage of her. She said she was a virgin and intended to stay that way until marriage. She was very adamant about that, and I figured she had been taken advantage of at some point by putting herself in a similar situation. I asked her if she wanted me to leave, but she said no and apologized if I felt insulted.

I started to leave anyway, and she asked me not to go. We kissed a little and she asked me if I could massage her. She had a stiff neck. I started stroking her hair and massaging her ears (which she loved). I told her about reflexology and how the ears, hands, and especially the feet have millions of nerve endings that can stimulate the body and relieve pain. I massaged her neck and back, and she liked it so much I continued down her arms to her hands. I told her that I didn't know much about hands, but I was pretty good with feet, and I knew of a point that would completely fix her neck.

She asked me to do it, so I went immediately down to her socked feet at the end of the couch. I rubbed her feet to get the blood into them (and into my dick), and the asked her to try to turn her head side to side. She had trouble, and I told her to remember how little motion she had before I did my trick. Then I started working the base of her big toe as best I could through the sock. After a few minutes, I told her to turn her head, and she was amazed that she could turn it to the left twice as far, but not to the right. I told her it's because I only did one foot. She was blown away, actually giddy.

I told her I could do better but her socks make it hard to really get between her toes. "Well then by all means take my socks off, baby." She said excitedly. I pulled her socks off slowly and commented on how lovely her feet were. She giggled and said I was too good to be true, that I not only was giving her feet the most incredible massage of her life, but that I also gave her one of the sweetest compliments she'd ever heard. I softly stroked her soft bare skin for a few minutes, and then worked the pressure points with everything I had. When I was done, I had her twist her head, and she said she could turn it farther than she ever had in her life. Her headache was also gone. She said she felt so good. She was all bubbly and couldn't stop talking about how incredible it was. I figured I was probably gonna get laid.

"But now my tooooes hurt. How do you fix thaaaat?" She whined mockingly.

"The old fashioned way." I replied, and then bent over and kissed the bottom of her big toe.

We both laughed, and then she said, "I think it will need more than that!" I kissed it again. Then the other big toe. Then I sucked the big toes and swirled my tongue around them. I asked if they felt better, and she said her other toes were jealous! I started making out with her toes and soles; licking and sucking and kissing. I got so worked up. They smelled and tasted so good I came in my pants after only a couple minutes.

After I recovered from my silent orgasm, I told her I had to get going. She said it was probably a good idea since her boyfriend would be over any minute. I asked her if he also gave foot massages like me. She giggled and said that nothing like that had ever happened before, but that she did like it very much, and really looked forward to seeing me again.

She ended up dumping her boyfriend for me, and we dated until I graduated later that year. She understood my foot fetish enough to give me her feet every time we were intimate, and they became a substitute for intercourse. She encouraged me to kiss and lick and suck and eventually fuck her feet to my heart's content, but she never even took her clothes off for me (other than her shoes and socks). She said she loved how I never pressured her for sex like other guys. Little did she know that her feet were the best sex I ever had.