White Boy 
By A.J. Brown
An unlikely friendship forms between two people with very different backgrounds


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Joe sat in front of his computer looking at pictures of women's feet online.
This is what his life had come to at 36-years-old. But the older he got the
more addicted to looking at women's feet he got. He'd spend time everyday
looking at all different foot sites and jerking off to them.

His love life was nonexistent. Back when he was in college he hooked up with
girls. He dated his fair share in his twenties. He wasn't sure he ever really
dated a girl he really liked though. He was shy and wasn't the most confident
guy so when he did go out with girls he normally had to settle for less than
he wanted which was part of the reason they never worked out.

It had been months since he had a date, though, and over a year since he had
actually had sex. He was feeling like his life was more and more pathetic
especially as he watched his friends all getting married. He had heard that
the internet was a good way to meet women and he decided that he was going to
have to cave in and try that route.

He wasn't the most patient guy out there and quickly got frustrated when he
wasn't getting a lot of responses right away to the ad he put on a dating
site. People had told him that it was pretty easy online because there was a
large group of girls to choose from and it was easy to sift out pretty quickly
which ones didn't seem like his type.

Not only were far less people responding to his ad and his attempts to contact
them than expected, but he noticed a lot of them were just spam. He could tell
he was talking to robots with some of them, which was frustrating. Others he
saw pictures of and they were way overweight. He was six feet tall and only
weighed 175 pounds so he really wasn't into dating the girls that were well
over 200 pounds, not that he would have been into that regardless of his
weight. But most of the girls that did ended up talking to him online fit that
description.

He was screwing around online one day and got a couple of more responses to
his ad. They were from heavy woman once again that he just wasn't interested
in. He closed that window out and went back to a foot website so he could
check out some sexy feet of women.

He stroked his dick with one hand and clicked through the pictures with the
other. He wondered why he couldn't meet a girl like them. These weren't even
celebrities or anything - they were just good looking women that happened to
have great feet. He had this serious foot fetish and not once in his life did
he ever date or even hook up with a girl that had sexy feet that he could
perhaps, rub, kiss, or have her rub them in his face which he would really
like. Most of the girls he dated didn't have nice feet like these girls and
with the couple that did he was too shy to ask if he could indulge in them.

After blowing his load he went back to the dating site. He noticed one profile
of a girl that happened to be online at the time. She didn't have a picture
posted but her profile looked OK, at least better than most of the others. She
was listed at 5'5, 175 which at least wasn't as big as the other girls. Her
name was Alicia which he thought was a pretty name and she was 26-years-old.

"Hey there" he wrote it an instant message to her. He figured that for some
reason she wouldn't respond - he just wasn't trusting the whole thing.

"Hey" she wrote back.

The two of them got to talking. She wasn't the most talkative, giving a lot of
one word answers, but she seemed friendly enough. Her grammar and spelling was
rather poor which annoyed him. He worked in the accounting department at the
company he worked for so it was always an annoyance for him when he
encountered people that weren't good at written communication. But based on
some of the other girls he had talked to, he did want to nitpick too much.

"So you feel like getting a drink or something to eat sometime?" he said.
Their conversation wasn't exactly flowing smoothly which made the question
fairly uncomfortable for him but he figured he had nothing to lose.

"Sure," she said. "How about right now? I got nothin going on."

"Um, yeah," he said not expecting her to say that but not having a problem
with it. "We can go meet at the Madison Tavern."

"Lulz," she wrote. "Yeah I know that place. Sure, that works. I see your pic
so I'll know what you look like. Just go have a seat at the bar and I'll find
u."

Joe sat at the bar wondering if he had done something dumb. He had never
actually met up with someone that he met on the internet before. She had his
picture and he didn't have hers and now he was just blindly meeting her here.
He thought about it being some sort of setup for something and he got nervous.
He considered leaving.

"Joe?" he then heard a female voice say.

He looked up and he figured it must have been Alicia but he was definitely
surprised at what he saw. Not that it necessarily mattered but she was an
African American. He was a white guy and although he had nothing against
African American girls he never would have imagined himself going on a date
with one.

"Hi, Alicia?" he said.

"Yup," she said and she had a seat next to him. "What's up?"

He offered to shake her hand and she shook it back with a fairly firm
handshake. She was a thick girl even though she wasn't fat or anything but she
was definitely thicker than any girl he had dated in the past. He didn't find
her pretty at all and he wondered why he wasted his time to go out there and
meet her without asking for a picture first.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" the bartender asked her.

"Yeah, just a Coke is good" she said.

Great. It wasn't like he was trying to get her drunk or anything but the fact
that she wasn't going to be drinking was going to make it that much harder to
have a conversation with her - that was just how it was. He looked at her
wondering what to say, feeling awkward even though she didn't look like the
silence was bothering her.

The bartender gave her, her drink and she looked back at Joe with a bit of a
smile. It wasn't a big friendly smile or anything but it was more of a calm
friendly one that assured him that he was with someone good. He would have
preferred the big friendly smile.

He finally started some small talk with her. She was giving short answers to
his questions for the most part but she didn't seem like she was trying to be
standoffish or anything - she just legitimately seemed like she didn't have
much to say. And she seemed OK with it.

He wasn't though. It was just something about him where if there was a silence
when he was hanging out with someone it made him feel uncomfortable. He tried
talking about his own job when he couldn't think of anything else to ask her.
She listened to him although she didn't ask any follow up questions or seem
like she wanted to learn anything more than what he told her.

"So what do you do for work?" he said to her as he flagged the bartender down
to get him another drink.

"Nothin' really," she said. "Used to be in the navy for a few years. But
nothin' now."

"What do you mean 'nothing'?" he said as the bartender handed him another beer
and added it to his tab. "Does the navy still pay you or something?"

"Nah" she said and she was certainly someone where he had to work hard to keep
the conversation going. At least now he was actually curious about what he was
trying to learn.

"So what do you do?" and he was about to say money but thought that might be a
rude thing to come out and say. "How do you make a living?"

"Just live with my dad right now," she said. "And my older brother but my
dad's taking care of both of us right now. I suppose I gotta go out and get a
job at some point but I've been busy doing other stuff."

"What kind of other stuff?"

"I don't know," she said and then she started to crack a smile. "Like talking
to white boys online. And tomorrow I think I'm gonna color some of my hair
purple. Heh-heh-heh."

Joe was a hard worker that never asked for help from his family for money so
he didn't have a lot of respect for people that didn't work and mooched off of
their families. Still, the way that Alicia said that, trying to make a joke
out of her not even trying to look for work, made him chuckle as well. There
was something about her that was just likeable.

"So you light beer is your thing when you drink?" she said and she sounded
like she was teasing him a bit about his choice.

"Eh, only for a casual meeting like this," he said back. "When I really want
to tie one on I drink Southern Comfort."

"With a Diet Coke or somethin'?" she joked.

"Straight shots," he said proudly after taking a big gulp of his beer. "No
lime in them or anything. Those are my rougher nights though. And I usually
pay for it the next morning."

"Heh-heh-heh," she chuckled again. "Nice." The conversation seemed like it was
going to cease again and Joe tried to think of anything he could talk about to
avoid another awkward silence.

"So you were in the navy," he said. "That must have toughened you up."

"Nah, not really," she said. "Growing up with two older brothers beating on me
all the time toughened me up. Navy wasn't tough compared to that." He felt
like he should show her some sympathy at that point but she didn't seem too
bothered by it.

"Oh wow, really?" he said. "Was it bad?"

"Nah, it's all good," she said. "I mean, they'd beat on me a lot and I
toughened up since I had no choice, and then they still beat on me but I
definitely got my good shots in as I got older. I mean, that's what brothers
do, right? You got any brothers or sisters?"

"I gotta a younger brother," he said. "We fought a few times but I never beat
him up or anything."

"Yeah, you white boys are different I guess" she said with a bit of a chuckle.

Even though Joe wasn't a fan of people that didn't work, he had to respect
her. It sounded like she had a tougher upbringing than he did so that couldn't
have made life easy. And even if she wasn't currently working, he had to
respect anyone that was in the navy. He found that very admirable and from a
guy that just went to college having his parents pay for it and then starting
work immediately afterwards he didn't think he was tough enough to ever handle
the armed forces.

Joe tried more to keep the conversation going after that but he just couldn't
do it. Some of it was that she wasn't very talkative but it was mainly that
the two of them just didn't have anything in common. She had no job and even
though she was making a joke, she was serious when she named dying her hair
purple as something she had to do. She just lived a lazy life, at least in his
opinion, and it made it difficult for him to talk about anything with her.
They hung around long enough for him to have another beer but then he decided
it was time to go.

"Alright," he said and he looked at his cell phone like he was checking the
time even though he had been frequently discreetly looking at the clock on the
wall and he knew exactly what time it was. "I gotta get going."

"Aight" she said.

It was only their first time hanging out so he figured there wasn't anything
wrong with just leaving and not following up with her after that. He'd done it
in the past and he'd certainly had it done to him too. After all, it wasn't a
date or anything - he didn't see it that way.

There was something about her, though, where he didn't want to just be rude
and blow her off. She was certainly not anyone he wanted to date based on not
having any physical attraction to her and her lifestyle. But he felt like he
had to at least be honest with her just to make sure she didn't have any false
expectations that he'd be calling her to hang out again. He didn't want her to
feel that way.

"So I just want to let you know," he said and he felt nervous about what he
was about to say for some reason. "You're a cool girl, definitely. But I'm
just not feeling any strong connection here. So I don't think another date's
going to happen."

"Heh-heh-heh" she laughed as she drank some more soda and he looked a bit
offended.

"What's funny?" he asked.

"Nah, it's not really funny," she said but she was still laughing. "I mean
it's just funny cuz I was thinking the same thing. I was afraid you might
wanna call me or something and I was wondering if I should let you know now
that I wouldn't be interested in going out with you or anything."

"Oh OK, good" he said with a smile. Even though he wasn't interested in her,
he still felt a bit offended that she wasn't interested in him. That was the
kind of guy he was.

"I mean, we can still be friends though," she said. "Just because two people
aren't gonna end up being an item or nothin', doesn't mean they can't still
hang out and be cool with each other. So if you ever wanna do this again you
can IM me."

"Yeah, that sounds good," he said. "I'll do that."

He had no intention of doing that. But he told her he would because that was
the kind of person he was. Admitting to her face that he didn't want to date
her was already outside of his comfort zone but he wasn't going to tell her
that he didn't want to hang out with her after she had suggested it. He
thought she was a cool girl overall but he thought their conversation was too
uncomfortable for him and he didn't want to go through that again.

"Well, I'll see you later" he said and he moved in to hug her.

"See ya, white boy" she said. She moved in to hug him. Her hug felt quite
strong.

The next weekend came and he was worried that Alicia was going to contact him
and want to hang out. When she didn't, he felt stupid that he was even
thinking about that. If she asked to hang out, he'd just politely say 'no', it
shouldn't be that difficult. But it didn't come to that.

It was Friday night and he decided that he wasn't going to bother with the
whole online dating thing that weekend. He was sick of trying to hunt girls
down on that site and if Alicia was the best that he could possibly do on
there, then he didn't think it was worth wasting his time.

Instead, he went out drinking with a single buddy of his. And he didn't just
drink light beer like he did when he was hanging out with Alicia. In addition
to the beer he drank his favorite hard liquor - Southern Comfort. He had quite
the wild night although he didn't meet any girls.

He woke up the next morning feeling like a train had run over his head. He
spent the morning drinking coffee and sitting around watching TV. By the
afternoon he felt a bit better but wasn't feeling very ambitious. He was also
feeling horny, which he often did when he was hungover.

So he went to his favorite place to go when he was feeling that way - to the
foot fetish websites. He sat there stroking himself as he looked at pictures
of beautiful female feet. In his horny state it didn't take long at all before
he was cumming all over the place. It was a good way to make the day a bit
better when he was hungover.

But that only made him feel good temporarily and then he went right back to
feeling hungover and kind of lousy. It was at that point that he figured he'd
get back on the dating site and see if there was any kind of activity. He
wasn't expecting anything but it didn't hurt to check.

He had a couple of messages in his inbox from girls that wanted to get in
touch with him but, like usual, they were way overweight and not his type at
all. He looked around and did see that Alicia was online. He was feeling a bit
lonely on his hungover Saturday and he figured he'd send her an IM - he wanted
just someone he could talk to.

"Hey" he wrote and after he wrote it he wondered if she'd even bother to
respond.

"Hi friend" she said and he felt good seeing her call him back.

"What are you up to?" he wrote.

"Nothin. Just chillin out" she wrote.

"Ever end up dying your hair purple?" he said to her, thinking of anything he
could say.

"Lol," she wrote. "Yeah, I did that last Sunday. Not the whole thing, just did
a streak."

"Cool," he said and he didn't know what to ask her so he figured he'd just
talk about himself. "I'm hungover as anything. Drank too much last night."

"Lmao," she said. "Southern Comfort?"

"Yeah" he said and he was flattered that she remembered that.

They talked some more and she was the same way she was the last time where she
was giving short responses and didn't have much to say. But since they weren't
actually face to face it wasn't really that bad and at that time he was just
glad to be talking to anyone for some human contact.

"So if you're hungover, you wanna go get some lunch or something?" she said.
"Prolly make ya feel better."

"Yeah sure" he said even though he really didn't feel like it.

They met up for lunch and Alicia, with the purple streak in her very dark
hair, just ordered some chicken fingers so it certainly was a casual lunch. It
was a relatively quiet lunch between the two of them but Alicia just seemed to
be the kind of girl that was completely OK just sitting with her friend if
there wasn't much talking. It was the opposite of most girls Joe had met and
he had to admit that a part of him liked that.

They ended up going out to eat or getting a couple of drinks a few times after
that as well. There wasn't much more to know about Alicia but all that Joe did
know for sure was that she had a fairly tough upbringing and that now she
lived a pretty lazy life with her father and brother.

"Sorry, we're closed for the rest of the day," the hostess at the place they
normally met up at said one afternoon when they showed up there to hang out.
"Company party."

"Seriously?" Joe said.

"Sorry you two" the hostess said, a bit dismissively, and she closed the door.

"You want to go somewhere else?" he said to Alicia.

"Yeah, that's cool," Alicia said. "I didn't really feel like spending money
anyway though. You live near here, right? You wanna just go chill at your
place?"

Was she trying to hint at something? They had both agreed that they were just
going to be friends but they had hung out quite a bit and maybe Alicia wanted
it to be more than that. Why else would she suggest going to his place instead
of another bar or restaurant that was nearby?

He looked at her with that purple in her hair and he was definitely not
attracted to her. He wanted to be nothing more than friends and he didn't even
want to give her any ideas otherwise. Then he realized he was being stupid and
that she just probably wanted to see his place and save some money.

"Yeah sure" he said.

They got there and the first thing she did when she got inside was kick her
sandals off so she was in her bare feet. He wished a good looking white girl
was in his house barefoot. Alicia's feet were clean and even a bit smooth but
she didn't have any toenail polish on or anything and he just liked white girl
feet only.

He had caught a glimpse of the hostess's feet that wouldn't let them in the
restaurant. She had on brown shoes that showed off the smooth and sexy tops of
her feet. He could only see her big toe on each foot but they had shiny red
nail polish on them. He imagined that hostess coming over and kicking her
shoes off and he wished he could be friends with a woman like her.

The two of them hung out in his living room without much to say to each other.
They small-talked a little bit but it was not her specialty to the
conversations didn't last. Without lots of TVs on around or people to watch it
felt even more awkward to him when they weren't talking.

"So tell me more what it was like being in the navy," he said, trying to think
about anything he could say, and that was one thing about her that he did find
interesting. "Was that tough on you or did you enjoy it?"

"I mean, it was aight," she said. "Didn't like being away from home but the
rest of it was fine."

"Did they have you doing easier stuff than the guys?" he asked and based on
the look she gave him he could tell what the answer was going to be.

"Hell no," she said. "Did the same kind of drills and physical challenges they
had to do. Still though, wasn't even rougher than being around my brothers so
whatevs."

"You feel like you're pretty tough then?" he asked as he was getting curious.

"Heh-heh-heh," she chuckled. "I'm tougher than you are, white boy, I know that
much."

He had never been in the navy and he never had brothers that would beat on him
all of the time. He wasn't sure what exactly he was expecting her to say when
he asked her if she was tough. But he was a guy and he did not want any girl
thinking that she was tougher than him.

"Yeah right" he laughed and she gave him a look like she wasn't joking.

"What are you talking about, yeah right?" she said. "White boy, I'd whoop your
ass."

"Yeah, I don't see that happening" he said and he was getting annoyed that she
kept pushing it.

"Heh-heh, OK," she said. "You want to fight right now and see?"

"Just fight for no reason?" he said. "You know we're not going to do that."

"Why not?" she said. "Me and my brothers used to fight all of the time for no
reason. Heck, sometimes we still do. It's all good fun. Maybe you can kick my
ass, who knows. Come on, let's find out."

She walked over and stood on his carpet looking ready to fight him for fun.
For what it was worth, she was definitely thicker than he was. She wore a
tight blue shirt and a tight pair of jean shorts. She weighed 175 pounds and
he weighed about the same but he was half a foot taller than she was.

He obviously couldn't back down or he'd look like a pussy. He stood up and
walked over towards her with an awkward smile on his face. She just looked at
him seriously like she was ready to go at it. He observed how much thicker she
looked than him but she was a female - how strong or tough could she be?

She attacked him very aggressively and before he knew it she was holding both
of his arms tightly behind his back. Her arms felt so strong and as he tried
to break free she easily took him down hard so he landed flat on his face. He
felt all of her weight pushing into him as she held him down and he didn't
know how he was going to get her off of him.

Even though they were the same weight she felt quite a bit heavier than he did
and she felt stronger too - quite a bit stronger. He worked his best to pull
his arms free, feeling pain as he did, and when he thought he was going to get
it free she would just hold onto it even tighter.

Alicia let go of his arms but then she pushed her knee into his back and
grabbed his upper arms with her hands which was just as effective at keeping
him trapped. He felt so helpless and he did not like the feeling of being held
down like that, not being able to do anything about it.

It didn't get any better for him. Keeping her knee right on his back, and
doing a good job controlling him that way, she spun around. She then wrapped
her arm around his neck tightly and pulled it in close to her. Not only could
he not get out of it but she was putting an immense of pressure on his neck -
it didn't just hurt but it also felt dangerous.

He gasped a couple of times and then even whined a bit since the pain was so
bad. He knew he sounded like a wimp at that point but she was hurting him
badly enough where all he was worried about was trying to get free, however he
had to do it. But Alicia wasn't showing him sympathy and she kept a tight hold
on his neck.

"Ugh!" he grunted loudly trying to hint to her that he wanted her to let up a
bit without actually having to suck up his pride and ask her. "Ugh!!"

She seemed to get the hint because she let go of him but when he tried to push
himself up she shoved him very hard so he landed on his back. He tried to get
up but she jumped right on him, her big, strong butt landing right on his
chest and almost taking the wind out of him.

She sat that strong big butt right down on him getting herself comfortable
while he was having a tough time breathing as she was doing it. He was doing
his best to fight to get free but he just wasn't strong or tough enough. She
pinned him down and then gave him a couple of hard punches in the ribs.

"Ah!" he said loudly making it clear that she hurt him but she didn't seem to
care. "There's no punching!"

"Heh-heh-heh," she chuckled just like she normally did while he remained
angry. "What do you mean no punching? We're fighting."

"I thought we were just having fun, though," he said and he felt like a wimp
for saying that even though he thought she shouldn't have been hitting him.
"Not punching each other."

"That's all part of the fun," she said. "That's why it's a fun fight."

He didn't agree with her but she was making him feel like a wimp if he didn't
go along with it and he couldn't have a girl making him feel that way - he was
just going to have to punch her back. It was hard since she was still holding
him down. He gasped as he tried his best to push her off and when he finally
was able to push her off of him it almost looked like she eased up a bit on
purpose so he could do it.

He punched her in the leg and then she punched him right in the face. She
punched him harder than she had the other times and getting hit in the face
like that hurt a great deal - he had to hold back the tears. He punched her in
the face but it didn't seem to bother her at all.

She punched him in the face again making him regret punching her to begin
with. She definitely wasn't punching as hard at first and it was like she was
hoping he'd punch her so she could punch him harder. He immediately put his
hands up to his face with the only thing on his mind right then being that he
didn't want to get punched in the face again.

He felt Alicia push him hard and since his hands were at his face, he couldn't
stop her or try and break his fall so he just hit the ground hard. He felt her
jump on him and punch his ribs a couple of more times. Those punches didn't
hurt as much as the face punches but they definitely still hurt. She punched
him in the top of the head and the pulled his hands away from his face. She
was about to punch him in the face again but she stopped when she saw that he
was crying.

"Heh-heh-heh," she chuckled. "You done white boy?"

"Just get off of me!" he said trying to sound tough, feeling so embarrassed
that he was crying.

"Heh-heh-heh," she chuckled again but she got off of him like he asked. "I
just whooped your ass."

He sat up and wiped the tears from his face, trying to stop crying. It was
hard since his face really hurt from those punches and there was something
about being physically overmatched like that that was more upsetting than the
pain. Alicia just looked at him, not really looking sympathetic, but just
looking like a friend that just assumed he'd be OK and get over it. But that
wasn't how he felt.

"I think you better get going" he said.

She gave him a look like she was concerned - not concerned about the fact that
she hurt him but the fact that she thought that may have hurt their
friendship. That just upset him even more. She got to her feet without
apologizing and he was not happy that she didn't at least do that.

"I'll talk to ya later" she said.

He watched her walk out and used the back of his hand to wipe more tears from
his eyes. He was upset that he had just gotten beaten up but he was also upset
because he couldn't believe his friend would do that to him - some friend she
was. She walked out and he figured that was going to be the last time he saw
her.

The rest of the day he just sat around feeling ashamed of himself but he did
actually sleep great that night, far better than he had in a long time. He
didn't realize how much an ass beating could take out of him and he ended up
getting great rest. When he woke up the next day he still felt embarrassed but
for a different reason - Alicia was just used to fighting for fun like that.
That was what she did. It was her way of being friends. It wasn't like his
wounds weren't going to heal.

After getting some errands done he logged on to the dating site. He saw that
Alicia was online. He wanted to keep being friends but he had been kind of
short with her the day before and he was afraid she might be turned off. He
hoped that she would see that he was online and contact him but she didn't.

"Hey" he typed to her, deciding to initiate the conversation.

"Hey wassup" she wrote.

"What are you up to?" he said.

"Nothin," she said. "Sittin next to my brother who is watching ESPN - really
bored. lmao."

If he was sitting next to someone watching something that he didn't want to
watch he would simply get up and do something else - it was hard for him to
believe how lazy she was. But that wasn't the point. He was glad that they
still seemed to be on good terms. They chatted a bit and all seemed good.

They continued to talk online when they were both on and they even would meet
up for a meal or a drink when they both had time. Joe was really getting
comfortable with her even when they didn't have much to talk about. She was a
good friend and he was glad he met her.

One Saturday afternoon, Joe was hanging out at home, looking at foot fetish
websites online. He was looking at all of those beautiful bare feet and
getting horny as anything. He looked at those beautiful feet of white women
getting so excited as he did. Those cute toes, soft soles, and nice arches
turned him on so much.

He was about to start jerking off when he heard a knock at the door. He got
up, annoyed, thinking it was a salesperson or something. He didn't bother
closing out of the browser he was in or anything because he was planning on
getting rid of whoever it was quickly. That was why he was surprised when he
opened the door and saw Alicia standing there.

"Hey" Alicia said and he tried not to act annoyed that she was popping in at a
very inconvenient time.

"Oh hey Alicia," he said. "What's up?"

"You mind if I use your internet, white boy?" she said. "I wanna order a
birthday gift for my dad. I tried doing it home but he's always lookin' over
my shoulder at what I'm doing."

No, he didn't want to let her use his internet because he had a foot fetish
website up and his entire search history right then was foot fetish websites.
That was his business and not hers. Maybe if she would go out and get a job
she wouldn't have to live with her dad and worry about that problem.

But then he got a hold of himself and realized that he didn't want to be a
jerk. Alicia was his friend and he shouldn't be judging her just because he
was embarrassed about what he was doing right then. She could wait two seconds
while he cleared out his search history and then do what she had to do.

"Sure," he said and he faked a smile since he still wasn't completely pleased
about the situation. "Come on in. Just give me one second to finish something
up, OK?"

"Aight, thanks" she said as she walked in.

He looked down at her feet when she kicked off her sandals and now she was
barefoot. Her feet looked smooth, but they were chunky and did not look sexy
like the feet he had been looking at online. But he was so horny right then
that he actually found himself getting turned on by her feet just because they
were right there.

It almost didn't feel right to him. The kinds of feet that turned him on were
always of petite, girly, white girls that were in their early twenties. Not
black girls that dyed their hair purple, that were in the navy. He still
didn't even find them attractive but as he watched those chunky bare feet of
her walking across his floor he was getting turned on beyond belief.

He realized that he was staring at them and he really hoped that she didn't
notice that. He quickly looked away from them and then walked over to his
laptop without even looking at her face. He put the computer on his lap and
turned in the other direction so she couldn't see the screen at all. He pulled
up the history and was embarrassed at all the foot fetish sites that were in
it, even though she couldn't see. He cleared the history and it seemed like it
was taking forever to clear as Alicia looked at him.

"Alright, go ahead," he said when the history was finally cleared out and he
closed out of the browser. "It's all yours."

"Thanks" she said as she had a seat.

He got up and stood there as she started using the computer. He looked at her
feet sitting there on the floor and it was hard not to look at them. He was
just so horny right then and having a barefoot girl in his living room was
really turning him on. His cell phone rang and it was his brother. He went in
the other room to take the call.

"Yeah, just email me that and I'll look it over for you," he said to his
brother who wanted him to look at a job offer letter he got. "It sounds good
but I'll read that over and make sure there aren't any red flags." He ended
the call and walked back out to the living room. Alicia was still on the
laptop.

"White boy, what's up with this?" she said.

"What?" he said.

"Your bookmarks on here," she said. "Almost every one of your bookmarks is
some foot fetish site."

Never in his life had he been so embarrassed. He could feel his face getting
beat red but he could also feel a strong feeling of embarrassment throughout
the rest of his body. His fetish was a secret that he didn't want anyone to
know about. Why didn't he remember about the bookmarks? Why did she have to
snoop through them? Why couldn't she have just ordered the damn gift at home?

"You got a foot fetish?" she said and he was speechless. "I mean, it's cool if
you do. Everyone is into different stuff."

That made him feel a bit better. He was ashamed of his fetish but that was
because he thought people would rip on him for it. He had never told anyone
before so he never could be sure, though. Seeing her react the way she did and
not judge him for it actually made him feel a lot better and it reminded him
what a good friend she was.

"Yeah, I do" he said and he could hear how timid he sounded just admitting it
to her. He almost felt submissive to her as he did.

"That's neat," she said and when she used words like 'neat' and 'cool' to talk
about it, that made him feel more comfortable. "I've heard of guys that have
had it but never met one that did. So just like looking at feet turns you on?"

"Yeah, but not just looking at them," he said and it felt good to explain it
to someone. "I like imagining doing different things with them. Licking them,
sucking on them. My ultimate fantasy is for a woman to rub her bare feet in my
face. That would be a dream come true."

"A girl's never done that for you before?" she said and he felt embarrassed
again.

"Nah," he said figuring he may as well be honest at that point. "I think most
girls think it's weird so I've never asked."

"You want me to do it for you?" she said.

He had to think for a second and make sure he was hearing her correctly. Was
his fantasy going to come true at that moment? They weren't the kind of feet
that he had imagined doing it but the thought of having any feet rubbing on
his face excited him beyond belief.

"Y-you're cool with that?" he said.

"Sure, why not?" she said. "Will give me my lulz."

He still felt awkward about how this was going to start to go down. Alicia
made it easy just putting the laptop aside, sitting back on the couch,
stretching out her legs, and resting her thick feet on the table. The skin on
the bottom of them was lighter than the skin on the rest of her body.

He got down on his knees, right at her feet, and felt so submissive right then
to the first girl that was ever going to satisfy his fetish. She acted like it
was no big deal as she brought them closer to his face. Once he felt them
touch his face it felt so amazing and he was no longer worried about any kind
of embarrassment doing it.

She pushed them into his face more and he embraced the wonderful feeling. They
felt so soft and they had a plain smell to them. As she slowly started to rub
them on his face he could feel the wrinkles in her soles rubbing against his
face. He pushed his face into them more and she started to rub his face with
them a bit more rapidly.

It felt so incredibly amazing and he even forgot about the fact that they
weren't the kind of feet he normally fantasized about. Just feeling the
softness of wonderful feel rubbing in his face like that made him feel like he
was in paradise. He was horny beyond belief as well and he let out a moan that
was muffled by her feet in his face. He felt embarrassed that he moaned.

"You gonna jerk off?" she said.

"You don't mind?" he said.

"Uh, no," she said with a chuckle like it was a silly question. "I'd think it
was pretty weird if I was doin' this and you didn't jerk off actually.
Heh-heh-heh."

He was really glad that she was OK with that because he felt like he was going
to explode even if he didn't jerk off. He pulled down his pants, whipped it
out, and started stroking himself. He remained on his knees while Alicia
continued to rub her feet up and down on his face.

"Heh-heh-heh" she chuckled.

"What?" he said and he pulled his face away since it sounded kind of like she
was laughing at him.

"Nothin',"she said but it sounded like she had more to say. "Just you white
boys have such small cocks. Heh-heh-heh. It's cool though. Just funny to see."

His male ego made him want to be insulted by that comment but he was so horny
that he didn't even worry about it. He went back to stroking himself and she
went back to rubbing her feet on his face. The feeling of those soft feet as
well as her wrinkles with the fresh smell of them put him over the edge.

He felt himself start to cum and it shot out of there with more power than he
had ever felt before. He stroked harder and Alicia just continued to go about
her business rubbing her feet all over his face. He continued to cum and was
doing so more than he ever had before. He kept stroking, she kept rubbing her
feet on his face, and he kept cumming.

He was finally done after cumming more than he ever had in his life. He pulled
his hand off of his dick as he stopped and Alicia slowly pulled her feet away
from his face. He sat there on his knees with his pants down and his cock
looking much smaller than it was than when Alicia called it small since it was
all cleared out. But she just looked at his face and gave him a smile.

"Aight white boy, I gotta get going" she said. She had just helped him live
out his biggest fantasy. He wondered if he should thank her or something.

"That was incredible" he said.

"Heh-heh-heh," she chuckled as she stood up. "I could tell you liked it. I'm
not going to be doing that for you all the time or anything, white boy, so
remember that one."

"No, of course not" he said, still with his pants down.

"I'll talk to you later" she said.

She bent down and fist-bumped him. He remained on his knees with his own cum
on the floor next to him as he watched her walk towards the door, put her
sandals on, and walk out. She was such a good friend.

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