As I stepped out of the bathroom, I could hear the sound of the, television blasting through the house. I froze, one foot still the bathroom, the other poised ready in the hall. Ellie had left for work earlier that morning and she had assured me that I would have the place to myself. But I hadn’t turned on the TV, so who did?
Ellie had moved backed in with her parents after a messy breakup. They were away for the weekend so I had stayed over for an old fashioned sleepover like the ones we used to have. We had stayed up late talking about boys, eating junk food and painting each others nails. Except this time we didn’t have Ellie’s parents there to keep telling us to be quiet, or her dorky younger brother to torment.
I say ‘dorky’ that’s Ellie’s words not mine. Personally I always found Flynn kinda cute. Of course I could never say that to Ellie.
After a moment to think about it and steady my heartbeat, I decided that either Ellie must have came home early, or her parents had decided to cut their trip short. Mustering up all my courage, I padded barefoot across the hall towards the living room.
The door was left ajar and I could see some sort of trashy looking reality show playing on the screen. Pushing the door open even further I saw Flynn sitting slumped on the sofa wolfing down a bowl of cereal. He was topless, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. Uni had clearly been kind to him as I took in his six pack I had never noticed before. He was transfixed watching whatever drama was unfurling on the TV that he didn’t notice me standing there. I was aware that I was staring and should probably say something.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat. Flynn looked up, pausing mid shovel.
“Morning ” he grinned. “You still here then?”
He didn’t seem that surprised to see me as he eyed me up and down. Shifting under his gaze, I didn’t know whether to cover myself up or to flaunt my natural assets. I was only wearing a flimsy pair of gym shorts and a tight tank top without a bra; I was well aware he could see my nipples poking out from underneath. I was still slightly damp from where I had just came out of the shower and everything seemed to cling to me extra tight. But he was only doing to me what I had just been doing to him only a moment ago.
“How did you know I was here?” I asked crossing my arms across my stomach.
“You called me last night, remember.” Flynn rolled his eyes. “But I thought you would’ve left by now.”
“I never phoned you… oh, hey, how did you know that was us?” I suddenly remembered the drunken prank call we had made night before.
Flynn gave me a look that told me he wasn’t going to dignify that with an answer. To be fair we had been giggling down the phone the whole time, and I think at one point Ellie might have said my name.
“I thought you were at uni though?”
“I was, but I decided to come home for the weekend. Spare of the moment.” Flynn shrugged and resumed eating his cereal.
“Oh.” I took a step further into the room, but I was unsure what to do next. If I should join him, or make some excuse to leave. Normally we got along just fine, but walking in on him unexpectedly in this way had thrown me. It felt strangely intimate, I could almost picture the look of disgust on Ellie’s face if she found out I saw her brother topless, and considering whether i should flirt him with or not. Beneath the chatter of the television an awkward silence settled in the room.
“Hey Faith do you want a cuppa?” Flynn finally asked.
“I would love one,” I replied probably a little too enthusiastically, thankful that he had broken the silence.
“Good. Go put the kettle on then. I take two sugars in mine.”
***
“Here you go. One tea, two sugars,” I said handing over the Hulk mug that I assumed was his to Flynn.
“Thanks. Though I was joking, I would’ve made the tea.”
“Yeah, I know,” I sighed, curling my legs up on the sofa as I sat down next to him. “But I did actually really want a tea, and I wasn’t going to sit around all day waiting for you to finish eating.”
“Hey, I’m a growing boy.” Flynn stretched himself out along the couch showing me his full, lean, muscular length. I bit my bottom lip, resisting the urge to day something awkward.
“How am I going to tell him I slept with his brother?” A woman with big hair squawked on the television.
“Wanna fill me in then?” I asked desperately trying to change the subject.
Flynn looked at me confused for a moment. I nodded at the television.
“Oh… I thought… never mind. Sure.”
He continued to fill me in on the show, telling me who was betraying who, and who was sleeping with who, but by that point we were not really following along anymore. We had so much to catch up on. Flynn told me all about studying film at uni and I told him about my trip to Spain: and we were actually able to talk about out favourite horror movies without Ellie telling us to shut up or she won’t be able to sleep that night, and we also bitched about her ex for a while.
As we talked I grew more and more comfortable. I had forgotten how much we had in common and how much we used to hang out together before Ellie moved out and Flynn went off to study. Subconsciously, I gradually stretched myself out further along the couch towards Flynn. I didn’t really notice until my toes brushed against the slippery material of his shorts.
“Hey,” he cried out. “Your feet are on my side of the sofa!” He looked at me with one raised eyebrow, as if asking me what I’m going to do about it – I never realised before how green his eyes were. But he was smiling so I knew he wasn’t really annoyed with me.
“Just making myself comfortable,” I replied inching my toes up further over his thigh. “I’m the guest afterall.”
“Yeah right, it sounds like you’re here a lot more often than me.”
“That’s beside the point,” I replied haughtily, sticking my nose up in the air since I didnt have a comeback for that.
“So I’ve just got to accept you using me like a footrest then?” Flynn’s eyes lingered on my bare feet before travelling up along my out stretched legs and settling just below the hemline of my shorts. Even though I had taken up most of the couch, somehow I didn’t feel as if I had the upper hand anymore.
“Yes. How about a foot massage then?” My feet were completely in his lap by that point.
“What?” Flynn looked at me, and I almost thought I could hear the gears in his head working away as he sized me up. Was I flirting with him, or was I just teasing? What would Ellie say? Were we crossing a line? Truthfully, I didn’t know the answers to those questions myself, but I wanted to find out.
“They’re clean. I’ve just got out the shower; they smell of passion fruit and mango.” I wiggled my little painted toes in front of him.
“Fine,” he sighed taking one of my feet in his hands. They seemed to engulf my whole foot as he begun working his surprising nimble fingers along my sole.
“Oohh,” I couldn’t help murmuring as I sunk back into the couch cushions. He knew what he was doing.
“You alright?” Flynn asked looking up at me as he continued massaging his fingers across my foot.
“Yeah. It’s just… that feels nice,” I admitted.
Flynn smiled but didn’t say anything back. Closing my eyes I laid there quietly enjoying the feel of his fingers expertly working their way across my feet. I hadn’t expected it to feel so relaxing, or for him to be so good at it. Slowly, he worked his way from my ankle, down along the arch of my foot and to the tips of my toes, gently massaging of them one by one.
As good as the massage felt, I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to have his hands exploring the rest of my body. What if his hands slid up along legs and down between my thighs? How would it feel if he ran his hands beneath my shorts and massaged my pussy? Would he be rough or gentle with me? I could feel myself growing wet with arousal at the thought. An involuntary moan escaped my lips.
Mortified, my eyes flew open. I secretly prayed that somehow he hadn’t heard that.
“You alright?” Flynn asked looking at me curiously. He had stopped rubbing my foot but he still had tight hold of it. I knew then that I had a choice to make; either try play it off or give into my baser desires.
“I’m fine,” I replied, propping myself up on my elbows. My foot, the one still resting in Flynn’s lap, began rubbing across his thigh. “It’s just, it feels so good and I want to repay the favour.”
Flynn didn’t reply at first. He watched as my foot snaked its way up his thigh towards his crotch.” Feel free to repay me anyway you want,” he finally said, his fingers still kneading my arch.
He was trying to play it cool, but I could feel the heat of his body as I rubbed my foot against his balls, and the pull of the fabric as his erection grew. I could see the colour rising in his cheeks, and the way his bared chest swelled as his breathing became heavier. He threw his head back as I worked my way in, and I thought he had never looked hotter than he did just then. Eager to show him how much I was enjoying his touch, I pulled down my shorts just below my hips, and began rubbing my pussy over the thin material of my thong.
“Fuck, Faith,” Flynn gasped. “You have no idea how much I’ve fantasised about this.”
Before I could respond, or tell him about my fantasies, Flynn lifted up my foot and began kissing it. I had never had anyone kiss my feet before, and was surprised how good it felt. His lips felt firm and pliable against my skin; and he seemed to be enjoying it. Wanting to see just how much, my foot moved away from his crotch, my toes grasping at the waistband of his shorts.
With one short, slightly awkward tug I managed to pull them down. His cock sprang straight to attention, already glistening with precum. Biting down on my lower lip, I was so turned on by how turned on he was. He couldn’t resist me, all the way down fron my head to my toes.
My foot found its way back down to his crotch, rubbing and caressing along his shaft. Flynn kissed his way down my foot and began sucking my toes. It sort of tickled but I was too aroused to notice. Pulling down my underwear I began fingering myself, my fingers making a wet, sloshing sound as they pumped in and out of me. Flynn eyed me from his peripherals.
Then, removing my toes from his mouth, he shifted so that he was kneeling on the settee, his whole body facing me; my legs either side of him. He knelt there for a while watching me play with myself, while running his hand along his long, hard cock.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked, resting my feet up on his lap, and tilting my hips to give him a better view of my glistening, soaking wet pussy.
“Very much,” Flynn replied, almost breathless.
Taking me by surprise, he lifted my feet up over his shoulders so that he was completely towering over me, and started kissing my bare legs and he continued stroking himself.
“You going to cum for me then?” I asked, hardly believing what was saying, or doing, as I shoved my fingers deeper into my pussy. “Show me how much you want this.”
Flynn didn’t answer. He just grunted. Leaning in closer towards me, so that I was almost bent in half, he picked up the pace. His face had turned bright red and I could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and dripping down his bare chest. Though he didn’t take his eyes off me, and I couldn’t take mine off him.
“I’m going to cum,” he panted.
“Do it.” I pulled up my top exposing my stomach and tits, a blank canvass for him to cover.
He didn’t need any further encouragement as he lurched forwards, spraying me in his white, hot cum. It splattered across my hip bone and all over my chest. Letting out a sigh, Flynn collapsed down on me, pushing my knees up against either side of my face. I could feel his warm breath against my cheek. Our eyes locked on one another, and I noticed for the first time the flecks of gold in amongst the green.
For a moment he looked as if he was about to say something. But instead he leaned down and kissed me. His lips were soft and firm against my own, and his breath tasted of milk and sugar. I pulled him in closer, craving the feel of his body against mine, and he seemed just as hungry as me as he kissed me back. I realised then, that was our first proper kiss. Foot kisses not counting
“Your so perfect,” he said eventually pulling away from me. “Although…” His eyes drifted down to my almost naked, cum covered body. “I think I might have gotten some on your top.”
“That’s OK,” I replied sitting up, my shorts bunching round my knees. “Though I do need another shower. Care to join me?”
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