Stephanie's Big Secret - Chapter 1

Stephanie, Kim, Jade, Cindy and of course Christine, the best friends forever since childhood, were now young adults and thank god puberty was over. They were brilliant, good looking and respected university students who loved to party. They loved to party so much that they decided to take vacation together and go to a huge electro music festival in Napa valley. They rented a small house near the festival’s temporary installation. They were to go there and have fun for a week-end in July. An escapade they were all really looking forward to.

However, things were not going to be as expected for Stephanie. One week before leaving for the trip, she was studying at Christine’s place after a long day of classes and something crossed her mind. Looking at Christine’s feet, she sighed and couldn’t get focused on studying. Her gaze went down to the floor and she saw Christine’s ballet flats. Ordinary black leather ballet flats with a cute little bow on the front and…something caught Stephanie’s eye. They were trashed inside. The insole was dirty, torn apart and overworn. She could only use her scent imagination, but down her bowels, she wanted to smell the real thing. So she waited for an opportunity.

One actually showed up. Christine just stood up from her bed and went out to the bathroom. Stephanie was alone in her best friend’s bedroom and she looked down at the innocent shoes. She quickly dropped her book and went on all fours to slowly lower her head over the shoes and take a timid, unsure inhale through her nose. She didn’t dislike what she smelled, in fact she kinda wanted more. She lowered her head deeper and her nose made contact with the dirty grimy insole. She took a whiff, and another, and another. She felt like a dog. She sniffed the insides of the smelly worn out flats and drooled on their perfect smell. Her childhood trauma went through her mind, she was smelling her best friend’s shoes.

“I knew it.” Said Christine, standing in the doorway, arms crossed. Stephanie jolted and immediately had a panic attack. She saw stars and barely could hold on. She sat on the bed and felt very confused. Was she just caught? Lots went through her mind while she tried to recover. Did Christine just say she knew it?

“Uh….” Was only what poor Stephanie could say.

“Don’t worry Steph. I knew it.” Said Christine, sitting next to her friend and touching her shoulder. She hugged her. Stephanie felt her heartbeat slow down a bit from her friend’s comforting hug. “Sometimes I can’t forgive myself since I kind know it’s my fault.” Said Christine.

“What?” said Stephanie, sitting a bit straighter after the hug.

“Hmm…remember when you got stuck under that platform when we were 10 years old or something?” asked Christine. Stephanie nodded. “Well, your thing…. I know it’s my fault.” She added. “I did put my feet on your face and I was stupid and I didn’t know that it would change you. But when I found out you stared at my feet and shoes all the time, I kinda knew it was my fault.”

“So you really knew it? That I huh…” Stephanie stopped, feeling shame. “That...I have a foot fetish?”

“Yeah.” Christine paused. “We all know.”

“What…Who else knows? Who is we?” Stephanie’s heartrate shot back up.

“Well, me, Kim, Cindy….Jade…You kinda stare at our feet all the time. I mean, sometimes it’s creepy, but sometimes it’s cute.” Said Christine.

Stephanie felt ashamed. Deeply. She didn’t know what to think nor what to say. Her insides were torn. She wanted it all to be just a nightmare, but no, it was the very truth in front of her eyes. All her friends knew about her fetish. Shame was holding her in a cold embrace.

“I am creep.” She finally said.

“Nah… you’re just… different.” Said Christine. She laid back on her bed and turn to lay own on her belly. She placed her both sole upturned perfect size 7 bare feet in Stephanie’s lap. Stephanie was shaking. “Come on, indulge a bit.” Said Christine. Stephanie didn’t know what to do, but deep inside she wanted to do something. It took her a moment to accept that what she was about to do was correct. It was okay. It was accepted. She timidly touched her friend’s bare sole with a finger. Christine was not ticklish, in fact she was there on the bed, biting her lower lip. Stephanie bent down and brought both feet up to her face and she gave the wrinkled soft soles some small kisses with the tip of her lips, each contact delivering a small vibration shock into her whole body.

She kissed her friend’s soles.

“They smell good?” asked Christine, also aroused.

“Mmhmm.”

“What about my trashed shoes, you like them don’t you?”

“Mmhmm.” Stephanie just hummed her agreement.

“Good, cause you’ll smell them a lot more from now on. There is no way I am not going to have fun with you about this, you know.” Said Christine. She then turned around and sat, her legs still in Stephanie’s hands. “Wanna suck my toes?”

“I… huh… don’t know…” said the very aroused Stephanie.

“Come on…open your mouth.” Said Christine, lifting a leg up and teasing Stephanie’s lips with the tip of her toes. Stephanie obediently opened her mouth and let her friend slowly let her toes inside it. It took her a few seconds to actually let go and run her tongue under the toes and let her mouth close around them and actually suck a bit. They tasted so good, so sweaty. She let her tongue run between Christine’s toes. They both looked at each other in the eyes. It was a surrealistic moment. Christine let her toes be sucked, and then, switched for her other foot. There was no way she would let her friend suck only one set of toes, she wanted her to do both.

“So you don’t think I am weird?” asked Stephanie to her friend once she finished sucking her toes.

“Yeah you’re weird, but…. It’s my fault.” Said Christine. “I am sorry.”

“Well, I always tried to understand why and I kind of given up, it only brings me misery to think about it.” Said Stephanie.

“Well, maybe it’s time to live a bit, don’t you think?” Christine said.

“I guess so.” Said Stephanie.

As a matter of fact, things could have gone much less nicely, and Stephanie knew it. She was glad she could count on a great friend like Christine, and all her other friends too. She was completely sure that they didn’t know and if they happened to know one day that they would judge her. But it seems Christine didn’t and she trusted her. Stephanie went back home that night thinking she was lucky, savoring the last tiny microscopic beads of Christine’s foot sweat in her mouth.