You look down at Suzie's battered Chucks, with their frayed laces and worn-out soles, and you feel your mouth begin to dry up. Your heart rate increases, the adrenaline making you quiver with excitement. Somehow, you find the strength to contain yourself, and you give a nonchalant sigh, suggesting this is all a waste of time.
"If it will prove a point," you say. Suzie flashes you a sinister grin, one that suggests you have no idea what you are getting yourself into, and begins unlacing her Chucks. From the couch, you hear Liz and Hayley trading loud whispers between fits of giggles. Your palms begin to sweat. You watch Suzie's fingers work, the moment seemingly endless. At last, Suzie pulls off her shoes, and the smell hits you instantly. Between that and the sight of her feet, you literally feel your heart stop. She's wearing footies- your favorite- and hot pink ones at that! She gets comfortable in the beanbag chair, putting her hands behind her head.
"Let's see you smell those," she says with a cocky grin.
Your mind is still in a bit of a fog from the smell--not one of socks or leather, but purely of feet--but you manage to reach out and grasp her right shoe with trembling hands. Pulling the tongue back, you bring it to your nose and inhale slowly, deeply.
The odor floods your nostrils, a fermented mix of dirty canvas, popcorn and wine; your exhalation is husky and rough. You inhale again, full force, closing your eyes to lose yourself in the rich, pungent stink. You stick out your tongue and lap hungrily at the sweaty insole. By now you can't help yourself--you moan a little into the canvas as you drink it in.
Wait...
Cold panic strikes you as you remember where you are. Slowly, you lower the shoe, revealing three wide-eyed girls, all giggling and flashing each other some very knowing smiles. Your face hot, you follow their gaze, and only then do you notice the large erection straining against your jeans.