My Best Orgasm
Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:38 pm
My Best Orgasm
or
Fuzzy Socks meet my Fuzzy Sack
by SmackMyNuts
So, you want to hear the story of the best orgasm I ever had? Well, sure, I love telling that story. But I've got to warn you, it's a long one. And it's, well, it's not very vanilla. Are you sure you want to hear it? Okay, well, then I'll go ahead. Hmm, where to start?
Well, really, where it all started was when I met the girl with the fuzzy socks. She was in the same lecture for World History class that I was, and I noticed her immediately even though I didn't see the socks right off. She had this very fair skin, almost sort of a glowing ivory color and this very curly short blond hair in a bob haircut. Her face was broad but very pretty, with high cheek bones and a sharp nose. And her bright blue eyes stood out across the room. She had a lithe, limber-looking figure. Her limbs were slender without seeming skinny, and her waist was quite small, indeed. But she had some very nice feminine curves. She had these broad rounded hips which immediately lead to thoughts of making babies with her. And she was also, shall we say, quite substantially blessed in the area of her chest.
That first day of class, I was already seated when she came into the room. She caught my eye immediately. She was wearing a bright red, tight, fuzzy sweater and some very short jean shorts and she looked amazing. She was pretty and her figure was head-turning. I prayed to whatever gods I could remember to have her come sit near me. When she turned into my row, I had to assume that one or more of my prayers had been heard.
She sat about four seats to my left with no one in between us. I tried my best not to stare at her and her long bare legs and her breasts pushing out her fuzzy sweater as the professor began his lecture. But then she propped one foot up on the empty seat in front of her and I got a look at her footwear. She was wearing some white Keds, but more importantly, she was wearing red, fuzzy socks which matched her sweater. For me, it was all over. I couldn't help but stare.
I can't tell you exactly what it is, whether it's some association or the look of it or the nice, soft feel, but there's nothing that gets me going like a girl wearing fuzzy angora socks. So my resistance to staring at her crumbled, and I just openly gawked at her. Fortunately, she found the lecture much more engrossing than I did, and she didn't happen to look my way. I tried my best to look at the professor, but given the choice between the dowdy, middle-aged man at the front of the room and the goddess in angora to my left, it was no choice at all.
When the class ended, I was taken entirely by surprise by the fact that it did. I'm sure that everything reached a logical conclusion, but my mind was not in that classroom any more. It was in some far away ski chalet, curled up with her in front of a warm fire where she was wearing just that sweater and those socks and I was wearing nothing at all. And we were cuddling, kissing and touching each other, until she confessed to me her secret desire to give me a foot job with the socks. And then we were lying across from each other with her feet in my lap, as she played with my naked cock and balls with those soft, fuzzy socks, teasing me closer and closer to the edge but not quite letting me get off. And just as the fictional her in the far away chalet was asking me if I'd ever tried having my balls busted by a girl in fuzzy socks, in the real, actual classroom, everyone was suddenly getting up to leave and the very real her was talking to me.
I missed what she said the first time, so abrupt was my return to reality. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I was thinking about something else."
"I said, is there something wrong with my socks? You seem to be staring at them."
"Oh, no, nothing wrong, I just thought that they were very pretty. They match your sweater so well. They look like they might be angora."
"Oh, yes, they are. I find it the very most comfortable, don't you? I rarely wear socks made from any other sort of yarn. This is my only matching pair of sock and sweater, though, well, the only one where they were both made from the same yarn, anyway. I do have a set which are both a pretty similar yellow and green stripe, but they aren't exact matches like this set. Do you wear angora socks, too?"
"Well, in winter, I do. I find my feet get too warm in summer."
"Not me, I guess I'm naturally cold footed. Oh, I'm Ella, by the way. What's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Collin."
"Well, I'd better get on to my next class, but it was nice talking to you."
And with that, off she went. By then the classroom was otherwise empty, so I got up out of my seat despite my lingering hard-on. I had a couple of hours until my next class, so I went back to my dorm room and revisited my time in the chalet mixed with our friendly conversation in the classroom and relived my sexual tension in a very hands-on way, if you know what I mean. That wasn't the best orgasm, though, that comes quite a bit later in this story. You'll know which one it is when we get to it.
The next class, though, I was just as excited to see her. She was wearing a white blouse and a blue tennis skirt that time rather than any sweater, but she looked great in that outfit, too. The top's buttons were clearly straining a little to contain her generous bust. And once again she was wearing fuzzy angora socks in her Keds. This time, they were yellow socks which complemented her blue skirt well.
That class she sat only two seats down and I chatted with her a little before class began. We just talked about the weather. She seemed very warm and friendly. I was positioned in such a way that once we each straightened up and faced the professor, if I glanced to the left, I could see through the gap between the buttons of her blouse and see just a tiny bit of her bra. Needless to say I had a lot of trouble keeping my eyes to the front of the room, but what made it worse was when she slipped her feet out of her shoes and started rubbing her feet together in her socks. I started to imagine her rubbing my cock with those socks while I knelt before her and begged her to unbutton her blouse.
My fantasies, though, were interrupted when I heard the professor say that it was time to find our partners for the class project. She turned over towards me and asked me if I wanted to be her partner. My heart skipped a beat and then I managed to make myself squeak out a "yes". She looked at me uncertain for a moment and I did manage to correct myself to "I mean, yeah, definitely."
She smiled and we proceeded to make arrangements. We exchanged numbers (woohoo!), and she said that it would work best if I could come over to her apartment once a week until the project was done (there is not a whooping sound effect sufficient to express what I was feeling when she said that). We arranged for Wednesday nights at 8. So when we left class, I was floating on a soft fluffily angora cloud.
That day was a Wednesday, so after supper, I spruced myself up like I was going on a date. I wore my best button-up shirt (the very pretty shade of green which matches my eyes) and my nicest tan slacks and some loafers and off I went. And I made sure to bring a condom just in case, even though I knew it wasn't really going to be a date. But, you know, I was going to the apartment of a very sexy girl, I didn't want to take any chances.
It was about a fifteen minute walk off-campus to her apartment, and I spent the whole time getting more and more nervous. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry by the time I got to her door. I kind of wanted to run away, but I managed to persevere and knock on her door anyway. When she opened the door, she was wearing an extremely tight white fuzzy sweater, fairly-short jean shorts, and pink fuzzy socks with no shoes. She looked amazing. Her legs were long, womanly, and smooth, and the shorts really showed them off. My eyes were unsure where to look first: at her long legs, her cute feet in the pink fuzzy socks, or her generous bust.
Looking at her chest, it did seem somehow a little different, not as perky maybe, but still I wasn't complaining. She invited me in. It was a small efficiency apartment with just one room with a bed, a desk, and a kitchen area. She went and sat at the desk and invited me to sit on her bed. And as she plopped down in the chair, her chest distinctly jiggled and shook and I realized what was different: she wasn't wearing a bra. I gaped, slack-jawed at her sweater-covered boobs. This was not my smoothest move and unsurprisingly, she noticed right away.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "I usually don't wear a bra or shoes when I'm at home. It's just nice to feel less constrained. I hope you don't mind."
"Uh, no, no, not at all. I couldn't mind if I wanted to. I mean, I don't want to mind, but if I did want to mind, I wouldn't. … Mind, I mean, I wouldn't mind. That's what I wouldn't do. And don't do. I don't mind. It's great. I mean, it's not a problem. I don't mind." Yeah, I'm that kind of suave: suave in my own head, blithering imbecile on the outside.
"Are you sure? I ask because some guys can find it sort of distracting."
"Oh, well, not me. I mean, I might find it a little tiny bit distracting, but it won't be a problem. I can handle a little distraction. A little bit is good. Just not, you know, too much distraction. I'm sure I can handle them. I mean it. I'm sure I can handle them, no I still mean it. I can handle it. I'm sure." Okay, so I didn't exactly stick the landing on that one either, but she seemed to accept it.
"Okay, let's get to work, then," she said with a smile. And we really did work together. Yes, my eyes were on either her boobs or her socks any time she wasn't looking at me, but still, I helped with research and ideas. And I even managed to not blurt out "socks" or "boobs" at any point during the process.
At the end of the evening, she showed me to the door and, much to my surprise, leaned in and gave me a big hug. I could feel her big soft boobs in that fuzzy sweater pushing right against my chest, and I immediately got a hard-on. I was worried that she had felt it during the hug and I could feel myself blushing what I'm sure was a very intense shade of crimson. But when we let go, she didn't say anything other than "Thanks for coming over."
I managed to say, "Thanks for inviting me." And then I backed away, as she shut the door. I didn't want to turn sideways for fear of making the tent in my pants more obvious. Once she shut the door, I took a moment to try to tuck it into my waistband and then headed home. About halfway home, though, my erection sprung free from its tucked location, and I was tenting out again. I felt really awkward about trying to adjust on the sidewalk of a public street. And so, instead, I just blushed more and hurried home. Once I got back to my dorm room, I jerked myself silly thinking about her sock-clad feet and her bra-less chest and about her hugging me.
The next week of classes went fine. She kept looking very cute and sexy in whatever she wore. I got to see three more different colors of her fuzzy socks. But I was mostly looking forward to getting to go over to her place and work on the project again.
I dressed up nice again, and this time I tried sort of tucking my penis down in my briefs so that if I got a hard-on, it wouldn't be as obvious. I figured it was best to prepare for sexiness. And once again, she did not disappoint.
When she opened the door she was wearing the tight red fuzzy sweater and matching socks from the first day of class as well as a pair of short white shorts. Once again, she was wearing no shoes and once she moved, I could tell for certain, no bra. Again she sat at the desk and I sat on the bed. Before we started work, though, she said to me, "Boy, my feet are killing me. I was on them all day."
"Would you like me to massage them?" I asked, hopefully.
"Oh, yes," she replied with a smile and eagerness in her eyes. "Would you be okay with sitting on the floor to do it? That way I could still work on the research project."
"Yeah, sure." I moved down off the bed and knelt on the floor beside the desk. She rotated to the side enough that she could put her feet there in my lap. My hands were shaking as I reached out and took hold of her sock-clad right foot. I didn't have any real training in massage, but I'd sometimes massaged the feet of one of my high school girlfriends and she'd always liked what I'd done, so I just tried my best to keep my cool and give the best foot massage I could.
The soft fuzzy feel of her sock on her cute little foot rubbing right against my hands and just inches away from my crotch was driving me crazy, though. As I rubbed the sole of her foot, my cock got harder and harder. It didn't create a tent because I had tucked it down, but there was a distinct bulge in my crotch as it bowed out, trying to get fully hard.
After about a minute of work, she gave a soft pleasurable moan, "That feels so good." After about five minutes more, she said, "Okay, now the other foot, please." As she moved her feet to switch which one was presented to my hands, she accidentally nudged my erection and I gasped. I'm not sure if she knew what she had bumped, but she said, "Oh, sorry."
"It's okay," I said, and started massaging her left foot, feeling the texture of the soft, fuzzy sock in my hands. It felt so good. I could just imagine her rubbing my cock and balls with her soft sock foot instead. After about another five minutes, she had me switch back to her right foot and then after that back to the left again, and then she was ready to be done. "Thank you," she said, smiling at me. "That felt so good. I might just have to ask for that more often."
After that, I sat back up on the bed, and we went back to working on the project together. And once again, any time her eyes were on the computer screen, my eyes were on her socks or her boobs. The erection I had gotten from massaging her feet never really went away, but since it was more of just a bulge in the crotch area, I felt less nervous about her seeing it. At the end of the evening, she again gave me a hug. She really pulled me in tight and I could feel her big boobs pressing against my chest and her crotch pressed against my crotch. She had to have felt my hard bulge, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she just smiled and said "Goodnight."
So once again, I walked uncomfortably back to my dorm with a stiffy and masturbated furiously as soon as I got home. In class that Friday, she sat immediately next to me. She was wearing a tight light-green turtleneck sweater, a white tennis skirt, and a dark green angora socks inside her usual white Keds. After she sat down, she slipped her feet out of her shoes. Then she turned in her seat and lay her feet up on my lap and just smiled at me and said, "Please?"
Of course I gave her a foot massage. I'm not sure I learned a lot that class, other than how to refine my technique a little for her in particular. I figured out where to rub which would elicit the most response from her. Instead of cutting me off after twenty minutes or so, she let me keep massaging them, alternating feet until the end of class.
By the end of class, I had definitely developed blue balls from the raging erection I had had all class from touching her feet and the soft, fuzzy socks they were wearing. I used my books to cover my crotch as I shuffled out of the classroom, not wanting everyone to see. I had a gap of about an hour after class, so I snuck back to my dorm room and relieved my problem.
Things continued like this over the next several weeks. I would spend all class giving her foot massages and then I'd go back to my dorm room and jack off. And on Wednesdays, I would go over to her place and I'd massage her feet and we'd work on the research project. And she would end the evening by giving me a hug. And I would end the evening by walking home with an awkward boner and then jerking myself silly.
I knew that I wanted more from her than to just be my fantasy, but she was so sexy that I found her intimidating. And although she seemed very comfortable with me touching her and had given me hugs, she hadn't really been flirty, and I wasn't sure how she felt about me. So I just let myself stay in the holding pattern. I loved getting to massage her feet and get hugs from her, and I was timid partially because just that much contact was so much hotter than most of my relationships from when I was younger. I felt like I was worshipping a goddess.
This pattern continued until finally it was week before the project was due. On Wednesday, I went to her apartment like normal. This time she was wearing a very tight blue and green striped sweater dress. It clung to her figure all over and was both cut low on top showing much more cleavage than I'd seen her before and it was a very short mini-skirt. The bottom of its skirt was as high up her leg as the shortest of the short shorts she'd worn. When I sat down to rub her feet (which were wearing some very fuzzy green angora socks) and she turned to me, I found that I could see right up her dress.
I could see clearly that she was wearing white cotton panties with little pink flowers on them, and I lost the ability to speak for a minute or so. I'd been in the same position many times, but never when she was in such a short skirt that I could see her panties. It was as though the gates of heaven were right there waiting for me, only a thin layer of cotton separating me from her sex.
I was so hard as I massaged her feet and any time she wasn't looking down at me, I was looking right up her dress, dreaming about playing with her pussy or maybe even getting inside. After she was satisfied and I moved up onto the bed, I realized that I could also see right down her top. I'd seen a lot of jiggling through sweaters up to that point, but this was the first real eyeful of cleavage I'd gotten. And as she still wasn't wearing a bra, I really got to see her big boobs jiggle gently against each other as she moved. It was an amazing sight, those big lovely boobs of hers pressed together and jostling. I kept imagining sticking my face in her creamy white cleavage and just trying to motorboat them. I stayed rock hard the whole evening except for a break to use the bathroom.
I would up staying extra late that night as we worked out all of the final details before she got it ready to turn in. And, when it was time to go, right after an incredibly sexy hug from her, I pulled my confidence together as best I could and I asked her on a date. "Ella," I said, "would you go out with me? I was thinking maybe dinner and a movie Friday night?"
"Oh," she said, sounding surprised and immediately my heart sank. After thinking a moment, she said, "No, I really don't think I can. Between school and work, I just have too much on my plate to date anyone."
"That's okay," I said, feeling extremely down. "I should have known that someone as lovely as you wouldn't be into a guy like me."
"Hey, no, come on, don't take it like that. I really am too busy."
"It's okay. I know a gentle let-down when I hear one."
"No, really. It's not like that. I think you're pretty cute and I would date you if I had time. I really don't. I promise. If my classes are easier next semester, I'd love to go out with you. It's not an excuse, I promise. You're really great."
"Okay," I said, not sure how to take things, really. It wasn't the outcome I was looking for, but she'd said I was cute and left the door open to future dating. I gave her a hug and headed on my way. Getting turned down had successfully wilted my erection, so at least I finally got to walk home without a woody. Still, I was hard so long before that, that I had a bad case of blue balls, so the walk home was pretty miserable. Every step made my balls ache. Up until then, I had never gotten blue balls quite that bad before. And given how I find ball busting to be exciting, it was actually a little sexy.
When I got back to my dorm, instead of jerking off to my memories, I felt a little more conflicted so I put on some ball-busting porn and jerked off to that, instead. And what I learned is that it turns out that ejaculation isn't a guaranteed cure for blue balls if you've been horny long enough. So even after I came, my balls were still in pain. But I managed to get to sleep anyway and I felt normal in the morning.
The next day I didn't have class with her, but the day after that, I did. I was worried about how things would go, after having asked her out and been turned down. I got to class before her and was relieved when she just walked in perfectly normally, plopped down next to me, and put her feet in my lap for me to rub. For the next couple of weeks our relationship continued like that. In class, we were friendly and I gave her foot rubs. Things were pretty much like that had been except that there were no Wednesday evening meetings at her place. I must say I missed them greatly.
But still, I was getting to massage the fuzzy, sock-clad feet of a very attractive woman and she was still my friend, so everything was smooth and steady, if not filled with excitement and fireworks, like I had hoped it would be.
It was the Thursday night and Friday morning two weeks after our last meeting where everything changed radically. On Thursday night, I studied some, watched a little television, and went to bed like normal. I woke up at about 3am feeling a desperate need to turn off the shower. I was getting very wet and thought I'd fallen asleep in the shower and I grasped around for a handle but couldn't find one. Then there was an ear-splitting alarm and I realized what was really going on: my dorm was on fire. This was not a drill or some little kitchen fire, the full alarms were going off and the sprinklers were on.
Once I realized the situation, I threw on a pair of briefs, slipped on my flip-flops, grabbed the quickest pair of pants and t-shirt I could find, my wallet, my keys, my phone, and my laptop (which had the lid closed and I was hoping had gotten wet inside) and headed outside. When I got outside, I found that it was pouring rain. Firetrucks were just arriving. The main throng of people leaving the building were all running across the quad to an academic building which was unlocked.
When I got inside, I found the hallway of it jam-packed with other refugees from my building. I found some paper towels and was able to dry off my laptop. It looked like it would be okay, but I left it turned off to minimize the risk. My phone was fine, fortunately. My wallet was soaked, but nothing was damaged. And the pants and shirt I grabbed turned out to be sweatpants and a pretty ratty t-shirt and they were both still pretty soaked. Still, I continued to wear them because I couldn't run around in just my briefs.
I found a free spot on the floor and managed to doze on and off for a little while before campus police came and asked us to leave the hallways since classes were going to start soon. They did, fortunately, have big thick plastic bags that they could give us to keep our stuff dry because it was still pouring outside. After I got roused and they gave me the plastic bag, I shuffled my way across campus to my History classroom. I felt pretty sure that I looked about like a drowned rat, but I had to go to class, so I went. I plunked myself down in my seat and tried to keep my eyes open.
When Ella came in the classroom and saw me a look of genuine concern came over her face. "Oh my god, you're a terrible mess. You look like a drowned rat." (Just like I thought.) "What happened to you?"
"My dorm caught fire. I mean, not my room. Somebody else's room, but there was a fire." My dorm was at the far edge of campus and this was the first class of the day, so word of the fire hadn't really spread yet. I should also add that although I looked like a drowned rat, she didn't. She looked lovely. She was wearing a white cable knit sweater dress and white fuzzy socks, and she had a dark blue umbrella to keep herself dry.
"Really? A fire?"
"Yeah, I got woken up in the middle of the night by the sprinkler system and the alarm."
"Aw, no wonder you look so bleary eyed. Are you gonna be able to go back to sleep in your room tonight? Is the university putting you up in a hotel?"
"I don't know. I hadn't even thought about it, really. Honestly, I'm having trouble thinking right now."
"You poor dear. Well, I've got a class after this one, but after that I have some time to help you figure things out if you want."
"That would be really great," I said, and I really meant it. Now that she'd asked, I had all these questions swimming in my head about where I was gonna stay and if I could get stuff out of my room and so forth. And I had no idea how to get answers.
Still, I spent the class massaging her feet like usual. At the end of the class, she asked me, "What are you doing next? Where can I meet up with you after my class?"
"Well, I normally go back to my dorm room," I said, being at least savvy enough to not mention that it was to jerk off after her foot massage.
"You can come along to class with me. There's always free seats available."
"Sure." So I accompanied her to class. On the way there, we both had to squeeze together under her umbrella which didn't work perfectly, but was still a lot better than just slogging through the downpour by myself. This class was another lecture and she had me sit in the seat next to her. And like normal, she plopped her feet in my lap.
Being in a class where I didn't belong and spending the whole time massaging her feet made me feel like I was her foot slave or something, so I got turned on again very quickly. I didn't pay any attention to the lecture, but for once I wasn't supposed to, which was nice.
Once class ended, we walked together over to my dorm to see what the situation was. The fire was a little more extensive than I'd thought. It looked like the whole top floor had been burned. I found this surprising because I would have thought that the sprinklers would have quelled things, but maybe they didn't work properly on that floor for some reason. The whole building was roped off and there was a campus cop in rain-gear standing guard. He explained that the building was still swamped with water and that no one was being allowed in. I asked when we would be allowed back in and he told us that they'd said it would probably be a week or more. I asked where I was supposed to stay and he gave me a number to call.
We went and found a student lounge and actually Ella called on my behalf, which was good because I wasn't talking that well at that point really. I was still terribly tired and I hadn't eaten breakfast since that was usually cereal in my room, so I was hungry, too. While she got on the phone, I sat down in a nice comfy chair and zoned out completely.
After she got off the phone, this is what she said: "Okay, so the university isn't making any arrangements for you. They want you to book yourself a hotel or motel room up to $100 a night and they'll pay you back."
"But I don't have that kind of money. I've only got this debit card and I've only got about a hundred dollars left in my account."
"I asked them about that case and they didn't have an answer. I'm sorry."
"Well, crap, where am I gonna stay?"
"Well, for tonight, if you want, you can stay with me in my apartment."
"Really?"
"Sure. I've got a nice big bed. There'll be space for both of us. You can pay your rent in foot massages."
"Sounds great. I'm really hungry. Can we go get something to eat?"
"Sure."
So we went and had a sort of a brunch in the dining hall and talked, and after eating, I felt a lot better, although still pretty tired. We each had an eleven o'clock class, so we made arrangements to meet afterwards and went our separate ways. I was barely able to stay awake in that class. After class, it was still pouring, so I got thoroughly soaked on the way to meet her. That was my last class of the day and she had to work in the afternoon, so she offered to drive me to her apartment.
When we got there, she walked me up and let me in. "Okay," she said, "the Wifi password is on a sticker on the router so you can use that if you need. I only have one real firm rule, and I know this sounds a little odd, but no jerking off."
"What?"
"When I was growing up, I had to share a room with my two brothers and that was fine until they got into like middle and high school and suddenly there was sperm fucking everywhere. I kept accidentally stepping on socks full of sperm or little stray bits on the floor that they hadn't bothered to clean up. It was gross and nasty and when I left home, I promised myself that I'd never have to put up with that shit again. So, do you promise me that you won't do any jerking off in my apartment while you're there?"
"Yes."
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Yes, I promise, for real. No masturbating."
"So, you look pretty tired. Do you think you'll take a nap?"
"Yes. I think as soon as you go, I'll probably hop right into the bed and go to sleep. I'm so exhausted."
"I know that this is sort of a personal question, but do you usually sleep naked? I ask because I thought that maybe I should put your clothes in the washer so that you'll have something clean to wear tomorrow since it seems like you don't have any other clothes right now. I thought maybe we should do that while you slept."
"I do sleep naked, so, yeah, um, sure, I guess that would be a good idea."
"Here, I'll turn my back so you can strip and then get under the covers."
She turned her back and I took off my t-shirt, sweatpants, and even my briefs and left them in a pile on the floor. And then, although I was still a tiny bit damp, I crawled into her bed and pulled the covers over myself. "Okay, you can turn around now."
She turned around and gave me a little smile, as she gave a quick look over my bare arms and shoulders. She was obviously a little pleased that I was naked in her bed and that made me happy. She gathered up my clothes. "I'll go take these to the washer. It's down in the basement. And I'll see you when I get home from work. Sweet dreams."
"Thanks!"
With that, she left, taking my clothes with her, and I was all alone in her bed. Still, it was her bed, where she slept, probably naked or at least scantily clad. And I'd be share it tonight, so I was feeling kind of excited. Imagining what might happen, I started to get hard. I reached down and stroked myself a couple of times, but then I remembered my promise and I stopped.
I was somewhat horny, but I was definitely more exhausted than horny and before I'd even realized it, I feel into a nice deep sleep.
I awoke that evening, initially being a little confused about where I was until it all fell into place. Ella wasn't in the room when I woke up, so I went ahead and got up and used the bathroom (still completely naked, obviously). Just as I was coming out of the bathroom, Ella opened the door to the apartment. She looked at me and definitely got an eyeful.
"Eep!" I said, and jumped back in the bed and pulled the sheet over myself.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "I wasn't trying to peep on you."
"Oh," I said, "that's fine. I was just up using the bathroom. I didn't want you to think that I was strutting around your apartment in the nude."
"You can strut around in the nude, if you want," she said. "I don't mind seeing you naked in the slightest. Plus, I just put your clothes in the dryer and I brought chinese take-out for supper which I don't really want you to eat in the bed, so if you're hungry, you're probably gonna have to come out from under there anyway."
"What did you get me?"
"I didn't know what you liked, so I just got you chicken and broccoli and some fried rice. I hope that's okay."
"Sure, that'll be good."
She then slipped off her shoes and next, to my surprise pulled her hands inside her sweater and after some fiddling pulled her bra out on of the sleeve holes. "Ah, much better," she said.
I could feel myself starting to get excited, so I stayed under the covers and looked away from her for a few moments to try to calm back down so that I wouldn't be naked and sporting a boner in front of her. Finally, I managed to think about other things like food and whether or not I'd ever get back in my thoroughly dampened dorm room. And although I felt really awkward, I finally worked up the confidence to throw back the sheet. I climbed out of bed standing as proudly as I could manage, and I joined her at the desk for chinese food.
I ate sitting on the edge of the bed with my food on the desk while she sat in the chair, but like we'd done when we were working on the project together. It was weird eating naked with her while she was fully clothed. I felt very vulnerable, but she didn't do any staring or pointing or anything, so I just tried my best to stay calm and treat everything as normal. The food was good and I finished mine quickly.
"Well," she said, "I'd better get to studying, but, you know after all that standing I had to do at work this afternoon, I really could use one of your foot rubs."
"Sure," I said, without even thinking about my nudity.
I knelt down on the floor beside her chair where I usually did. But this time when she put her foot and its white fuzzy sock in my lap, it felt even more obvious to me how close that sock was to my crotch. That did not seem to bother her any, however. She went right ahead with her studying and I proceeded to begin her foot massage. Like usual, the act of rubbing her feet in her white fuzzy socks soon lead to me getting a very solid erection.
At first, she didn't notice because she was looking at her computer screen or her textbook. But then, after about twenty minutes, she closed the book and said, "Okay, time for a break." And then she looked down at me, as I rubbed her foot, and suddenly said, "Oh! Oh! Wow! You're um, really, um, well, you're, um, I didn't realize."
My face turned bright red, but my embarrassment didn't lessen my erection any. If anything, I maybe got a little harder knowing that she was looking at my erection as it twitched there in the air. "Uh, sorry," I said.
"It's okay. I just – I didn't realize. Well, um, you know, maybe it's time I massaged you in return."
I expected her to maybe instruct me to get up on the bed or to switch positions, but instead, she wriggled her foot free from my grasp and reached farther out with it, and stroked the underside of my cock with it. I gasped.
She smiled. "Did that feel good?"
"Yes, very good."
"Good." She then stroked the underside of my cock with her fuzzy sock all the way from the tip down to the base and back. My cock was twitching like mad. As she continued to stroke up and down, the sensation made me shudder. She smiled brightly and continued to stroke. The sensation of her soft sock stroking my engorged penis up and down again and again was a huge turn-on, but the sensation was so light that I didn't feel as though I was approaching orgasm. She stayed away from my sensitive cock head, just stroking the shaft up and down. After just a few minutes of that, my cock began to drool precum from its tip.
"Ooh," she said, "he definitely likes this. Look at all this precum!"
I just breathed heavy, in agreement. She kept it up for about another ten minutes, me squirming and my cock twitching through all of it. At the end of that ten minutes, though, she said, "Okay, all done," and removed her foot from my cock.
I gasped in frustration, but she merely turned back to her school books and computer and said, "you can massage my feet some more, though, if you want to."
I didn't want her to be done rubbing my cock, but there wasn't really anything I could do. I hoped that maybe we were going back and forth some, taking turns, so I grasped her sock-clad foot in my hand once more and began to rub. My hard throbbing cock and sense of need for more touch didn't make touching her feet in their soft angora socks any less sexy. Some temptations I cannot resist.
So I massaged and I massaged some more, my cock still twitching hard in the air, and she just stayed focussed on her studies. Finally, she shut her books. She looked down at me, my cock still hard and my hands wrapped around her soft fuzzy socks. "Usually at this point, I would watch a little television or something to wind down and get ready for bed. But since you're here, how about we make out a little and then snuggle?"
"Sure!" I said, eager for more attention from her. She motioned for me to sit on the bed. I did. And then she sat beside me. I felt nervous and unsure how to get started, but she leaned forward, putting her hand on my thigh and closed her eyes and puckered her lips. I'm no fool, so I kissed her and she kissed me back. And I put my arm around her slender waist and pulled her body up against me and our lips came together over and over.
And then she pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. As she kissed me more, her back was bowed with her big boobs dangling just above my chest and her crotch hovering just above my throbbing erection. We kissed and kissed some more. Not knowing what else to do with my hands, I rubbed her back. Her white sweater dress felt soft. I gave her butt a little squeeze. And then I realized that I would love to have her even closer to me, so as we kissed, I used my hands to pull her down towards me. She yielded easily to my suggestion and soon her big soft bra-less tits were pressed right against my chest and her crotch was rubbing my dick. The feeling of the soft cable-knitted sweater dress rubbing my chest in the area of her big soft breasts and also rubbing my penis in the crotch area was so sensual. After about five minutes of us kissing like this and rubbing our bodies together, I was worried that I might suddenly come all over her dress.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, right then she said, "okay, this is too much. I need to masturbate," and rolled off of me.
Being my usual suave self I said, "Uh, what?"
"This whole thing is just getting me so hot. I don't want to have sex with you yet. This is the first time we've even made out. But you being so naked and throbbing and desperate, it's really getting me going. So if I don't masturbate I'm going to give in and have sex with you and then I'll regret it. So how about you rub my feet while I masturbate myself?"
"Uh, sure, I guess."
So she moved up to the top of the bed and lay on her back. She hiked up her sweater dress and I could see her white cotton panties. I was excited enough just seeing that, but then she slid her fingers under her panties. She pushed her foot towards me, and I took it in my hand and began giving her a massage. My cock was hard and twitching in my lap. She began to slowly rub her clit. Soon her eyes closed and she let out a little gasp.
Her stroking got more and more intense. I watched her face as it contorted in ecstasy and finally I saw the orgasm overtake her as she let out a series of intense squeaking sounds and thrashed about. Afterwards, she opened her eyes and looked at me and I thought that she might be done, but then as she looked at me there stroking her foot, she began to rub herself again under her panties. It only took about a minute this time before she again crested the peak of orgasm.
She collapsed onto the bed completely, splaying her arms out. "Oh, that was good."
"So," I asked hopefully, "is it my turn now?"
"Of course not, silly. You promised not to masturbate."
I groaned, my cock was still hard and twitching.
"Don't worry, though," she said, "it's time to have a nice snuggle."
So I lay back on the bed and she curled up against me. I could feel her big soft breasts resting against my side, and her sock-covered feet wound up rubbing against my calf. This did nothing to quell my erection. But it was still a nice moment of togetherness, she talked about how her day at work had gone. I tried my hardest to listen and be supportive and not just beg for an orgasm.
After snuggling, we got ready for bed. She was very pleased to present me with a toothbrush that she'd thought to buy for me on her way back to the apartment. So we brushed teeth and then she kicked me out of the bathroom so she could use it. After she was done, she came out and I went in. And I stood there in front of the toilet with my cock still hard. I needed to pee, but it wasn't going down, so I spent about ten minutes thinking about waterfalls and imagining myself peeing and eventually I managed to get my cock to go down and I was able to actually pee.
After I got done with that, I could feel the blue balls setting in. It was a dull painful ache initially, but every time I moved, I would get an additional stronger pain as if my balls were extremely tender. I knew the sensation of blue balls from when I'd gotten it once accidentally when I was in early high school and I'd been looking at porn in my room for a long time before unexpectedly being told that the whole family had to go somewhere right then, not leaving me any time to jerk off. That time had just been painful, but this time there was an extra edge to it. Knowing that Ella had done it to me intentionally added a whole extra dimension. So even the pain in my balls felt a little sexy.
I didn't really want to make it any worse, though. And my expectation at that point was that since she seemed to be done for the night that there would be no more stimulation. That was good. I didn't think I could take much more while still obeying her rule about not jerking off.
But when I got out of the bathroom, I found her lying on the bed reading a book, completely naked except for her socks. My eyes drunk in the lovely curves of her body. I was struck first, just by the whole impression of her figure. I'd had some girlfriends that I'd found quite attractive when I was in high school, but Ella's body was on a whole different level. My eyes were drawn immediately to her big naked breasts. She was on her back with her arms , so her boobs had spread out across her chest. They were sufficiently large that covered the whole top of her chest, each spreading from one arm to meet the other breast in the middle. Her nipples were pink with large areolas. They didn't look like the nipples of any of my previous girlfriends, with the nub of her nipples sort of poking in rather than out. I later learned that those are called inverted nipples. But despite the nubs being inverted, the nipples themselves were puffy, forming little peaks in the middle of each of her breasts.
Once I'd gotten an eyeful of her breasts, I immediately glanced down at her crotch and discovered that the carpet did match the drapes, as they say. She had a small, wispy-looking blonde bush. It was very slight looking, and I couldn't tell at that time if she trimmed it or not. This was also the first time I'd actually seen her torso as a whole naked, and just looking at her shape was great. She had nice broad hips and a flat stomach with a really small waist leading up to the big swell of her breasts. Her shoulders widened out some, but not enough to seem masculine, maybe just enough to feel like she could really support those tits.
As my eyes feasted on her nudity, my cock was back at full attention within just a few seconds. My staring at her was interrupt when she put down her book. I immediately looked her in the eye, trying my best to pretend that I hadn't been lost in lascivious thoughts.
"I hope you don't mind," she said. "I usually sleep naked and since we've been so intimate tonight, I thought you wouldn't mind."
"No, it's fine. It's, umm, fine, fine. Very fine. No problem."
"So, do you like what you see?" she asked with a clear sound of tease in her voice.
"Very much. You're lovely."
"Aw, thanks. Anyway, I've got to work in the morning tomorrow, so we'd better get to sleep." She turned onto her side and threw the sheet over herself. I headed around to the other side of the bed and got under the sheet as well. She turned out the lights. Five minutes later, she was snoring and I was still lying there gazing at her figure now draped in a sheet. But I could still admire the curve of her hips and see the swell of her breasts. And I could not help but want more: more of her touch, just even to rub her feet in those soft fuzzy socks more. I knew she was still wearing them. But instead, I could do nothing but sit there and look. And I was leaning on my hard cock as though I were a bicycle and it were my kick stand.
An hour later, I felt less desperate, but my balls ached badly any time I moved, and that just reminded me. Finally, sometime late into the night, after I managed to get up and pee again, I avoided looking at her as I went back to bed and laid down facing away and just pretended that I was in bed all alone, and laid very still to ease the blue balls, and finally I fell asleep.
or
Fuzzy Socks meet my Fuzzy Sack
by SmackMyNuts
So, you want to hear the story of the best orgasm I ever had? Well, sure, I love telling that story. But I've got to warn you, it's a long one. And it's, well, it's not very vanilla. Are you sure you want to hear it? Okay, well, then I'll go ahead. Hmm, where to start?
Well, really, where it all started was when I met the girl with the fuzzy socks. She was in the same lecture for World History class that I was, and I noticed her immediately even though I didn't see the socks right off. She had this very fair skin, almost sort of a glowing ivory color and this very curly short blond hair in a bob haircut. Her face was broad but very pretty, with high cheek bones and a sharp nose. And her bright blue eyes stood out across the room. She had a lithe, limber-looking figure. Her limbs were slender without seeming skinny, and her waist was quite small, indeed. But she had some very nice feminine curves. She had these broad rounded hips which immediately lead to thoughts of making babies with her. And she was also, shall we say, quite substantially blessed in the area of her chest.
That first day of class, I was already seated when she came into the room. She caught my eye immediately. She was wearing a bright red, tight, fuzzy sweater and some very short jean shorts and she looked amazing. She was pretty and her figure was head-turning. I prayed to whatever gods I could remember to have her come sit near me. When she turned into my row, I had to assume that one or more of my prayers had been heard.
She sat about four seats to my left with no one in between us. I tried my best not to stare at her and her long bare legs and her breasts pushing out her fuzzy sweater as the professor began his lecture. But then she propped one foot up on the empty seat in front of her and I got a look at her footwear. She was wearing some white Keds, but more importantly, she was wearing red, fuzzy socks which matched her sweater. For me, it was all over. I couldn't help but stare.
I can't tell you exactly what it is, whether it's some association or the look of it or the nice, soft feel, but there's nothing that gets me going like a girl wearing fuzzy angora socks. So my resistance to staring at her crumbled, and I just openly gawked at her. Fortunately, she found the lecture much more engrossing than I did, and she didn't happen to look my way. I tried my best to look at the professor, but given the choice between the dowdy, middle-aged man at the front of the room and the goddess in angora to my left, it was no choice at all.
When the class ended, I was taken entirely by surprise by the fact that it did. I'm sure that everything reached a logical conclusion, but my mind was not in that classroom any more. It was in some far away ski chalet, curled up with her in front of a warm fire where she was wearing just that sweater and those socks and I was wearing nothing at all. And we were cuddling, kissing and touching each other, until she confessed to me her secret desire to give me a foot job with the socks. And then we were lying across from each other with her feet in my lap, as she played with my naked cock and balls with those soft, fuzzy socks, teasing me closer and closer to the edge but not quite letting me get off. And just as the fictional her in the far away chalet was asking me if I'd ever tried having my balls busted by a girl in fuzzy socks, in the real, actual classroom, everyone was suddenly getting up to leave and the very real her was talking to me.
I missed what she said the first time, so abrupt was my return to reality. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I was thinking about something else."
"I said, is there something wrong with my socks? You seem to be staring at them."
"Oh, no, nothing wrong, I just thought that they were very pretty. They match your sweater so well. They look like they might be angora."
"Oh, yes, they are. I find it the very most comfortable, don't you? I rarely wear socks made from any other sort of yarn. This is my only matching pair of sock and sweater, though, well, the only one where they were both made from the same yarn, anyway. I do have a set which are both a pretty similar yellow and green stripe, but they aren't exact matches like this set. Do you wear angora socks, too?"
"Well, in winter, I do. I find my feet get too warm in summer."
"Not me, I guess I'm naturally cold footed. Oh, I'm Ella, by the way. What's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Collin."
"Well, I'd better get on to my next class, but it was nice talking to you."
And with that, off she went. By then the classroom was otherwise empty, so I got up out of my seat despite my lingering hard-on. I had a couple of hours until my next class, so I went back to my dorm room and revisited my time in the chalet mixed with our friendly conversation in the classroom and relived my sexual tension in a very hands-on way, if you know what I mean. That wasn't the best orgasm, though, that comes quite a bit later in this story. You'll know which one it is when we get to it.
The next class, though, I was just as excited to see her. She was wearing a white blouse and a blue tennis skirt that time rather than any sweater, but she looked great in that outfit, too. The top's buttons were clearly straining a little to contain her generous bust. And once again she was wearing fuzzy angora socks in her Keds. This time, they were yellow socks which complemented her blue skirt well.
That class she sat only two seats down and I chatted with her a little before class began. We just talked about the weather. She seemed very warm and friendly. I was positioned in such a way that once we each straightened up and faced the professor, if I glanced to the left, I could see through the gap between the buttons of her blouse and see just a tiny bit of her bra. Needless to say I had a lot of trouble keeping my eyes to the front of the room, but what made it worse was when she slipped her feet out of her shoes and started rubbing her feet together in her socks. I started to imagine her rubbing my cock with those socks while I knelt before her and begged her to unbutton her blouse.
My fantasies, though, were interrupted when I heard the professor say that it was time to find our partners for the class project. She turned over towards me and asked me if I wanted to be her partner. My heart skipped a beat and then I managed to make myself squeak out a "yes". She looked at me uncertain for a moment and I did manage to correct myself to "I mean, yeah, definitely."
She smiled and we proceeded to make arrangements. We exchanged numbers (woohoo!), and she said that it would work best if I could come over to her apartment once a week until the project was done (there is not a whooping sound effect sufficient to express what I was feeling when she said that). We arranged for Wednesday nights at 8. So when we left class, I was floating on a soft fluffily angora cloud.
That day was a Wednesday, so after supper, I spruced myself up like I was going on a date. I wore my best button-up shirt (the very pretty shade of green which matches my eyes) and my nicest tan slacks and some loafers and off I went. And I made sure to bring a condom just in case, even though I knew it wasn't really going to be a date. But, you know, I was going to the apartment of a very sexy girl, I didn't want to take any chances.
It was about a fifteen minute walk off-campus to her apartment, and I spent the whole time getting more and more nervous. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry by the time I got to her door. I kind of wanted to run away, but I managed to persevere and knock on her door anyway. When she opened the door, she was wearing an extremely tight white fuzzy sweater, fairly-short jean shorts, and pink fuzzy socks with no shoes. She looked amazing. Her legs were long, womanly, and smooth, and the shorts really showed them off. My eyes were unsure where to look first: at her long legs, her cute feet in the pink fuzzy socks, or her generous bust.
Looking at her chest, it did seem somehow a little different, not as perky maybe, but still I wasn't complaining. She invited me in. It was a small efficiency apartment with just one room with a bed, a desk, and a kitchen area. She went and sat at the desk and invited me to sit on her bed. And as she plopped down in the chair, her chest distinctly jiggled and shook and I realized what was different: she wasn't wearing a bra. I gaped, slack-jawed at her sweater-covered boobs. This was not my smoothest move and unsurprisingly, she noticed right away.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "I usually don't wear a bra or shoes when I'm at home. It's just nice to feel less constrained. I hope you don't mind."
"Uh, no, no, not at all. I couldn't mind if I wanted to. I mean, I don't want to mind, but if I did want to mind, I wouldn't. … Mind, I mean, I wouldn't mind. That's what I wouldn't do. And don't do. I don't mind. It's great. I mean, it's not a problem. I don't mind." Yeah, I'm that kind of suave: suave in my own head, blithering imbecile on the outside.
"Are you sure? I ask because some guys can find it sort of distracting."
"Oh, well, not me. I mean, I might find it a little tiny bit distracting, but it won't be a problem. I can handle a little distraction. A little bit is good. Just not, you know, too much distraction. I'm sure I can handle them. I mean it. I'm sure I can handle them, no I still mean it. I can handle it. I'm sure." Okay, so I didn't exactly stick the landing on that one either, but she seemed to accept it.
"Okay, let's get to work, then," she said with a smile. And we really did work together. Yes, my eyes were on either her boobs or her socks any time she wasn't looking at me, but still, I helped with research and ideas. And I even managed to not blurt out "socks" or "boobs" at any point during the process.
At the end of the evening, she showed me to the door and, much to my surprise, leaned in and gave me a big hug. I could feel her big soft boobs in that fuzzy sweater pushing right against my chest, and I immediately got a hard-on. I was worried that she had felt it during the hug and I could feel myself blushing what I'm sure was a very intense shade of crimson. But when we let go, she didn't say anything other than "Thanks for coming over."
I managed to say, "Thanks for inviting me." And then I backed away, as she shut the door. I didn't want to turn sideways for fear of making the tent in my pants more obvious. Once she shut the door, I took a moment to try to tuck it into my waistband and then headed home. About halfway home, though, my erection sprung free from its tucked location, and I was tenting out again. I felt really awkward about trying to adjust on the sidewalk of a public street. And so, instead, I just blushed more and hurried home. Once I got back to my dorm room, I jerked myself silly thinking about her sock-clad feet and her bra-less chest and about her hugging me.
The next week of classes went fine. She kept looking very cute and sexy in whatever she wore. I got to see three more different colors of her fuzzy socks. But I was mostly looking forward to getting to go over to her place and work on the project again.
I dressed up nice again, and this time I tried sort of tucking my penis down in my briefs so that if I got a hard-on, it wouldn't be as obvious. I figured it was best to prepare for sexiness. And once again, she did not disappoint.
When she opened the door she was wearing the tight red fuzzy sweater and matching socks from the first day of class as well as a pair of short white shorts. Once again, she was wearing no shoes and once she moved, I could tell for certain, no bra. Again she sat at the desk and I sat on the bed. Before we started work, though, she said to me, "Boy, my feet are killing me. I was on them all day."
"Would you like me to massage them?" I asked, hopefully.
"Oh, yes," she replied with a smile and eagerness in her eyes. "Would you be okay with sitting on the floor to do it? That way I could still work on the research project."
"Yeah, sure." I moved down off the bed and knelt on the floor beside the desk. She rotated to the side enough that she could put her feet there in my lap. My hands were shaking as I reached out and took hold of her sock-clad right foot. I didn't have any real training in massage, but I'd sometimes massaged the feet of one of my high school girlfriends and she'd always liked what I'd done, so I just tried my best to keep my cool and give the best foot massage I could.
The soft fuzzy feel of her sock on her cute little foot rubbing right against my hands and just inches away from my crotch was driving me crazy, though. As I rubbed the sole of her foot, my cock got harder and harder. It didn't create a tent because I had tucked it down, but there was a distinct bulge in my crotch as it bowed out, trying to get fully hard.
After about a minute of work, she gave a soft pleasurable moan, "That feels so good." After about five minutes more, she said, "Okay, now the other foot, please." As she moved her feet to switch which one was presented to my hands, she accidentally nudged my erection and I gasped. I'm not sure if she knew what she had bumped, but she said, "Oh, sorry."
"It's okay," I said, and started massaging her left foot, feeling the texture of the soft, fuzzy sock in my hands. It felt so good. I could just imagine her rubbing my cock and balls with her soft sock foot instead. After about another five minutes, she had me switch back to her right foot and then after that back to the left again, and then she was ready to be done. "Thank you," she said, smiling at me. "That felt so good. I might just have to ask for that more often."
After that, I sat back up on the bed, and we went back to working on the project together. And once again, any time her eyes were on the computer screen, my eyes were on her socks or her boobs. The erection I had gotten from massaging her feet never really went away, but since it was more of just a bulge in the crotch area, I felt less nervous about her seeing it. At the end of the evening, she again gave me a hug. She really pulled me in tight and I could feel her big boobs pressing against my chest and her crotch pressed against my crotch. She had to have felt my hard bulge, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she just smiled and said "Goodnight."
So once again, I walked uncomfortably back to my dorm with a stiffy and masturbated furiously as soon as I got home. In class that Friday, she sat immediately next to me. She was wearing a tight light-green turtleneck sweater, a white tennis skirt, and a dark green angora socks inside her usual white Keds. After she sat down, she slipped her feet out of her shoes. Then she turned in her seat and lay her feet up on my lap and just smiled at me and said, "Please?"
Of course I gave her a foot massage. I'm not sure I learned a lot that class, other than how to refine my technique a little for her in particular. I figured out where to rub which would elicit the most response from her. Instead of cutting me off after twenty minutes or so, she let me keep massaging them, alternating feet until the end of class.
By the end of class, I had definitely developed blue balls from the raging erection I had had all class from touching her feet and the soft, fuzzy socks they were wearing. I used my books to cover my crotch as I shuffled out of the classroom, not wanting everyone to see. I had a gap of about an hour after class, so I snuck back to my dorm room and relieved my problem.
Things continued like this over the next several weeks. I would spend all class giving her foot massages and then I'd go back to my dorm room and jack off. And on Wednesdays, I would go over to her place and I'd massage her feet and we'd work on the research project. And she would end the evening by giving me a hug. And I would end the evening by walking home with an awkward boner and then jerking myself silly.
I knew that I wanted more from her than to just be my fantasy, but she was so sexy that I found her intimidating. And although she seemed very comfortable with me touching her and had given me hugs, she hadn't really been flirty, and I wasn't sure how she felt about me. So I just let myself stay in the holding pattern. I loved getting to massage her feet and get hugs from her, and I was timid partially because just that much contact was so much hotter than most of my relationships from when I was younger. I felt like I was worshipping a goddess.
This pattern continued until finally it was week before the project was due. On Wednesday, I went to her apartment like normal. This time she was wearing a very tight blue and green striped sweater dress. It clung to her figure all over and was both cut low on top showing much more cleavage than I'd seen her before and it was a very short mini-skirt. The bottom of its skirt was as high up her leg as the shortest of the short shorts she'd worn. When I sat down to rub her feet (which were wearing some very fuzzy green angora socks) and she turned to me, I found that I could see right up her dress.
I could see clearly that she was wearing white cotton panties with little pink flowers on them, and I lost the ability to speak for a minute or so. I'd been in the same position many times, but never when she was in such a short skirt that I could see her panties. It was as though the gates of heaven were right there waiting for me, only a thin layer of cotton separating me from her sex.
I was so hard as I massaged her feet and any time she wasn't looking down at me, I was looking right up her dress, dreaming about playing with her pussy or maybe even getting inside. After she was satisfied and I moved up onto the bed, I realized that I could also see right down her top. I'd seen a lot of jiggling through sweaters up to that point, but this was the first real eyeful of cleavage I'd gotten. And as she still wasn't wearing a bra, I really got to see her big boobs jiggle gently against each other as she moved. It was an amazing sight, those big lovely boobs of hers pressed together and jostling. I kept imagining sticking my face in her creamy white cleavage and just trying to motorboat them. I stayed rock hard the whole evening except for a break to use the bathroom.
I would up staying extra late that night as we worked out all of the final details before she got it ready to turn in. And, when it was time to go, right after an incredibly sexy hug from her, I pulled my confidence together as best I could and I asked her on a date. "Ella," I said, "would you go out with me? I was thinking maybe dinner and a movie Friday night?"
"Oh," she said, sounding surprised and immediately my heart sank. After thinking a moment, she said, "No, I really don't think I can. Between school and work, I just have too much on my plate to date anyone."
"That's okay," I said, feeling extremely down. "I should have known that someone as lovely as you wouldn't be into a guy like me."
"Hey, no, come on, don't take it like that. I really am too busy."
"It's okay. I know a gentle let-down when I hear one."
"No, really. It's not like that. I think you're pretty cute and I would date you if I had time. I really don't. I promise. If my classes are easier next semester, I'd love to go out with you. It's not an excuse, I promise. You're really great."
"Okay," I said, not sure how to take things, really. It wasn't the outcome I was looking for, but she'd said I was cute and left the door open to future dating. I gave her a hug and headed on my way. Getting turned down had successfully wilted my erection, so at least I finally got to walk home without a woody. Still, I was hard so long before that, that I had a bad case of blue balls, so the walk home was pretty miserable. Every step made my balls ache. Up until then, I had never gotten blue balls quite that bad before. And given how I find ball busting to be exciting, it was actually a little sexy.
When I got back to my dorm, instead of jerking off to my memories, I felt a little more conflicted so I put on some ball-busting porn and jerked off to that, instead. And what I learned is that it turns out that ejaculation isn't a guaranteed cure for blue balls if you've been horny long enough. So even after I came, my balls were still in pain. But I managed to get to sleep anyway and I felt normal in the morning.
The next day I didn't have class with her, but the day after that, I did. I was worried about how things would go, after having asked her out and been turned down. I got to class before her and was relieved when she just walked in perfectly normally, plopped down next to me, and put her feet in my lap for me to rub. For the next couple of weeks our relationship continued like that. In class, we were friendly and I gave her foot rubs. Things were pretty much like that had been except that there were no Wednesday evening meetings at her place. I must say I missed them greatly.
But still, I was getting to massage the fuzzy, sock-clad feet of a very attractive woman and she was still my friend, so everything was smooth and steady, if not filled with excitement and fireworks, like I had hoped it would be.
It was the Thursday night and Friday morning two weeks after our last meeting where everything changed radically. On Thursday night, I studied some, watched a little television, and went to bed like normal. I woke up at about 3am feeling a desperate need to turn off the shower. I was getting very wet and thought I'd fallen asleep in the shower and I grasped around for a handle but couldn't find one. Then there was an ear-splitting alarm and I realized what was really going on: my dorm was on fire. This was not a drill or some little kitchen fire, the full alarms were going off and the sprinklers were on.
Once I realized the situation, I threw on a pair of briefs, slipped on my flip-flops, grabbed the quickest pair of pants and t-shirt I could find, my wallet, my keys, my phone, and my laptop (which had the lid closed and I was hoping had gotten wet inside) and headed outside. When I got outside, I found that it was pouring rain. Firetrucks were just arriving. The main throng of people leaving the building were all running across the quad to an academic building which was unlocked.
When I got inside, I found the hallway of it jam-packed with other refugees from my building. I found some paper towels and was able to dry off my laptop. It looked like it would be okay, but I left it turned off to minimize the risk. My phone was fine, fortunately. My wallet was soaked, but nothing was damaged. And the pants and shirt I grabbed turned out to be sweatpants and a pretty ratty t-shirt and they were both still pretty soaked. Still, I continued to wear them because I couldn't run around in just my briefs.
I found a free spot on the floor and managed to doze on and off for a little while before campus police came and asked us to leave the hallways since classes were going to start soon. They did, fortunately, have big thick plastic bags that they could give us to keep our stuff dry because it was still pouring outside. After I got roused and they gave me the plastic bag, I shuffled my way across campus to my History classroom. I felt pretty sure that I looked about like a drowned rat, but I had to go to class, so I went. I plunked myself down in my seat and tried to keep my eyes open.
When Ella came in the classroom and saw me a look of genuine concern came over her face. "Oh my god, you're a terrible mess. You look like a drowned rat." (Just like I thought.) "What happened to you?"
"My dorm caught fire. I mean, not my room. Somebody else's room, but there was a fire." My dorm was at the far edge of campus and this was the first class of the day, so word of the fire hadn't really spread yet. I should also add that although I looked like a drowned rat, she didn't. She looked lovely. She was wearing a white cable knit sweater dress and white fuzzy socks, and she had a dark blue umbrella to keep herself dry.
"Really? A fire?"
"Yeah, I got woken up in the middle of the night by the sprinkler system and the alarm."
"Aw, no wonder you look so bleary eyed. Are you gonna be able to go back to sleep in your room tonight? Is the university putting you up in a hotel?"
"I don't know. I hadn't even thought about it, really. Honestly, I'm having trouble thinking right now."
"You poor dear. Well, I've got a class after this one, but after that I have some time to help you figure things out if you want."
"That would be really great," I said, and I really meant it. Now that she'd asked, I had all these questions swimming in my head about where I was gonna stay and if I could get stuff out of my room and so forth. And I had no idea how to get answers.
Still, I spent the class massaging her feet like usual. At the end of the class, she asked me, "What are you doing next? Where can I meet up with you after my class?"
"Well, I normally go back to my dorm room," I said, being at least savvy enough to not mention that it was to jerk off after her foot massage.
"You can come along to class with me. There's always free seats available."
"Sure." So I accompanied her to class. On the way there, we both had to squeeze together under her umbrella which didn't work perfectly, but was still a lot better than just slogging through the downpour by myself. This class was another lecture and she had me sit in the seat next to her. And like normal, she plopped her feet in my lap.
Being in a class where I didn't belong and spending the whole time massaging her feet made me feel like I was her foot slave or something, so I got turned on again very quickly. I didn't pay any attention to the lecture, but for once I wasn't supposed to, which was nice.
Once class ended, we walked together over to my dorm to see what the situation was. The fire was a little more extensive than I'd thought. It looked like the whole top floor had been burned. I found this surprising because I would have thought that the sprinklers would have quelled things, but maybe they didn't work properly on that floor for some reason. The whole building was roped off and there was a campus cop in rain-gear standing guard. He explained that the building was still swamped with water and that no one was being allowed in. I asked when we would be allowed back in and he told us that they'd said it would probably be a week or more. I asked where I was supposed to stay and he gave me a number to call.
We went and found a student lounge and actually Ella called on my behalf, which was good because I wasn't talking that well at that point really. I was still terribly tired and I hadn't eaten breakfast since that was usually cereal in my room, so I was hungry, too. While she got on the phone, I sat down in a nice comfy chair and zoned out completely.
After she got off the phone, this is what she said: "Okay, so the university isn't making any arrangements for you. They want you to book yourself a hotel or motel room up to $100 a night and they'll pay you back."
"But I don't have that kind of money. I've only got this debit card and I've only got about a hundred dollars left in my account."
"I asked them about that case and they didn't have an answer. I'm sorry."
"Well, crap, where am I gonna stay?"
"Well, for tonight, if you want, you can stay with me in my apartment."
"Really?"
"Sure. I've got a nice big bed. There'll be space for both of us. You can pay your rent in foot massages."
"Sounds great. I'm really hungry. Can we go get something to eat?"
"Sure."
So we went and had a sort of a brunch in the dining hall and talked, and after eating, I felt a lot better, although still pretty tired. We each had an eleven o'clock class, so we made arrangements to meet afterwards and went our separate ways. I was barely able to stay awake in that class. After class, it was still pouring, so I got thoroughly soaked on the way to meet her. That was my last class of the day and she had to work in the afternoon, so she offered to drive me to her apartment.
When we got there, she walked me up and let me in. "Okay," she said, "the Wifi password is on a sticker on the router so you can use that if you need. I only have one real firm rule, and I know this sounds a little odd, but no jerking off."
"What?"
"When I was growing up, I had to share a room with my two brothers and that was fine until they got into like middle and high school and suddenly there was sperm fucking everywhere. I kept accidentally stepping on socks full of sperm or little stray bits on the floor that they hadn't bothered to clean up. It was gross and nasty and when I left home, I promised myself that I'd never have to put up with that shit again. So, do you promise me that you won't do any jerking off in my apartment while you're there?"
"Yes."
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Yes, I promise, for real. No masturbating."
"So, you look pretty tired. Do you think you'll take a nap?"
"Yes. I think as soon as you go, I'll probably hop right into the bed and go to sleep. I'm so exhausted."
"I know that this is sort of a personal question, but do you usually sleep naked? I ask because I thought that maybe I should put your clothes in the washer so that you'll have something clean to wear tomorrow since it seems like you don't have any other clothes right now. I thought maybe we should do that while you slept."
"I do sleep naked, so, yeah, um, sure, I guess that would be a good idea."
"Here, I'll turn my back so you can strip and then get under the covers."
She turned her back and I took off my t-shirt, sweatpants, and even my briefs and left them in a pile on the floor. And then, although I was still a tiny bit damp, I crawled into her bed and pulled the covers over myself. "Okay, you can turn around now."
She turned around and gave me a little smile, as she gave a quick look over my bare arms and shoulders. She was obviously a little pleased that I was naked in her bed and that made me happy. She gathered up my clothes. "I'll go take these to the washer. It's down in the basement. And I'll see you when I get home from work. Sweet dreams."
"Thanks!"
With that, she left, taking my clothes with her, and I was all alone in her bed. Still, it was her bed, where she slept, probably naked or at least scantily clad. And I'd be share it tonight, so I was feeling kind of excited. Imagining what might happen, I started to get hard. I reached down and stroked myself a couple of times, but then I remembered my promise and I stopped.
I was somewhat horny, but I was definitely more exhausted than horny and before I'd even realized it, I feel into a nice deep sleep.
I awoke that evening, initially being a little confused about where I was until it all fell into place. Ella wasn't in the room when I woke up, so I went ahead and got up and used the bathroom (still completely naked, obviously). Just as I was coming out of the bathroom, Ella opened the door to the apartment. She looked at me and definitely got an eyeful.
"Eep!" I said, and jumped back in the bed and pulled the sheet over myself.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "I wasn't trying to peep on you."
"Oh," I said, "that's fine. I was just up using the bathroom. I didn't want you to think that I was strutting around your apartment in the nude."
"You can strut around in the nude, if you want," she said. "I don't mind seeing you naked in the slightest. Plus, I just put your clothes in the dryer and I brought chinese take-out for supper which I don't really want you to eat in the bed, so if you're hungry, you're probably gonna have to come out from under there anyway."
"What did you get me?"
"I didn't know what you liked, so I just got you chicken and broccoli and some fried rice. I hope that's okay."
"Sure, that'll be good."
She then slipped off her shoes and next, to my surprise pulled her hands inside her sweater and after some fiddling pulled her bra out on of the sleeve holes. "Ah, much better," she said.
I could feel myself starting to get excited, so I stayed under the covers and looked away from her for a few moments to try to calm back down so that I wouldn't be naked and sporting a boner in front of her. Finally, I managed to think about other things like food and whether or not I'd ever get back in my thoroughly dampened dorm room. And although I felt really awkward, I finally worked up the confidence to throw back the sheet. I climbed out of bed standing as proudly as I could manage, and I joined her at the desk for chinese food.
I ate sitting on the edge of the bed with my food on the desk while she sat in the chair, but like we'd done when we were working on the project together. It was weird eating naked with her while she was fully clothed. I felt very vulnerable, but she didn't do any staring or pointing or anything, so I just tried my best to stay calm and treat everything as normal. The food was good and I finished mine quickly.
"Well," she said, "I'd better get to studying, but, you know after all that standing I had to do at work this afternoon, I really could use one of your foot rubs."
"Sure," I said, without even thinking about my nudity.
I knelt down on the floor beside her chair where I usually did. But this time when she put her foot and its white fuzzy sock in my lap, it felt even more obvious to me how close that sock was to my crotch. That did not seem to bother her any, however. She went right ahead with her studying and I proceeded to begin her foot massage. Like usual, the act of rubbing her feet in her white fuzzy socks soon lead to me getting a very solid erection.
At first, she didn't notice because she was looking at her computer screen or her textbook. But then, after about twenty minutes, she closed the book and said, "Okay, time for a break." And then she looked down at me, as I rubbed her foot, and suddenly said, "Oh! Oh! Wow! You're um, really, um, well, you're, um, I didn't realize."
My face turned bright red, but my embarrassment didn't lessen my erection any. If anything, I maybe got a little harder knowing that she was looking at my erection as it twitched there in the air. "Uh, sorry," I said.
"It's okay. I just – I didn't realize. Well, um, you know, maybe it's time I massaged you in return."
I expected her to maybe instruct me to get up on the bed or to switch positions, but instead, she wriggled her foot free from my grasp and reached farther out with it, and stroked the underside of my cock with it. I gasped.
She smiled. "Did that feel good?"
"Yes, very good."
"Good." She then stroked the underside of my cock with her fuzzy sock all the way from the tip down to the base and back. My cock was twitching like mad. As she continued to stroke up and down, the sensation made me shudder. She smiled brightly and continued to stroke. The sensation of her soft sock stroking my engorged penis up and down again and again was a huge turn-on, but the sensation was so light that I didn't feel as though I was approaching orgasm. She stayed away from my sensitive cock head, just stroking the shaft up and down. After just a few minutes of that, my cock began to drool precum from its tip.
"Ooh," she said, "he definitely likes this. Look at all this precum!"
I just breathed heavy, in agreement. She kept it up for about another ten minutes, me squirming and my cock twitching through all of it. At the end of that ten minutes, though, she said, "Okay, all done," and removed her foot from my cock.
I gasped in frustration, but she merely turned back to her school books and computer and said, "you can massage my feet some more, though, if you want to."
I didn't want her to be done rubbing my cock, but there wasn't really anything I could do. I hoped that maybe we were going back and forth some, taking turns, so I grasped her sock-clad foot in my hand once more and began to rub. My hard throbbing cock and sense of need for more touch didn't make touching her feet in their soft angora socks any less sexy. Some temptations I cannot resist.
So I massaged and I massaged some more, my cock still twitching hard in the air, and she just stayed focussed on her studies. Finally, she shut her books. She looked down at me, my cock still hard and my hands wrapped around her soft fuzzy socks. "Usually at this point, I would watch a little television or something to wind down and get ready for bed. But since you're here, how about we make out a little and then snuggle?"
"Sure!" I said, eager for more attention from her. She motioned for me to sit on the bed. I did. And then she sat beside me. I felt nervous and unsure how to get started, but she leaned forward, putting her hand on my thigh and closed her eyes and puckered her lips. I'm no fool, so I kissed her and she kissed me back. And I put my arm around her slender waist and pulled her body up against me and our lips came together over and over.
And then she pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. As she kissed me more, her back was bowed with her big boobs dangling just above my chest and her crotch hovering just above my throbbing erection. We kissed and kissed some more. Not knowing what else to do with my hands, I rubbed her back. Her white sweater dress felt soft. I gave her butt a little squeeze. And then I realized that I would love to have her even closer to me, so as we kissed, I used my hands to pull her down towards me. She yielded easily to my suggestion and soon her big soft bra-less tits were pressed right against my chest and her crotch was rubbing my dick. The feeling of the soft cable-knitted sweater dress rubbing my chest in the area of her big soft breasts and also rubbing my penis in the crotch area was so sensual. After about five minutes of us kissing like this and rubbing our bodies together, I was worried that I might suddenly come all over her dress.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, right then she said, "okay, this is too much. I need to masturbate," and rolled off of me.
Being my usual suave self I said, "Uh, what?"
"This whole thing is just getting me so hot. I don't want to have sex with you yet. This is the first time we've even made out. But you being so naked and throbbing and desperate, it's really getting me going. So if I don't masturbate I'm going to give in and have sex with you and then I'll regret it. So how about you rub my feet while I masturbate myself?"
"Uh, sure, I guess."
So she moved up to the top of the bed and lay on her back. She hiked up her sweater dress and I could see her white cotton panties. I was excited enough just seeing that, but then she slid her fingers under her panties. She pushed her foot towards me, and I took it in my hand and began giving her a massage. My cock was hard and twitching in my lap. She began to slowly rub her clit. Soon her eyes closed and she let out a little gasp.
Her stroking got more and more intense. I watched her face as it contorted in ecstasy and finally I saw the orgasm overtake her as she let out a series of intense squeaking sounds and thrashed about. Afterwards, she opened her eyes and looked at me and I thought that she might be done, but then as she looked at me there stroking her foot, she began to rub herself again under her panties. It only took about a minute this time before she again crested the peak of orgasm.
She collapsed onto the bed completely, splaying her arms out. "Oh, that was good."
"So," I asked hopefully, "is it my turn now?"
"Of course not, silly. You promised not to masturbate."
I groaned, my cock was still hard and twitching.
"Don't worry, though," she said, "it's time to have a nice snuggle."
So I lay back on the bed and she curled up against me. I could feel her big soft breasts resting against my side, and her sock-covered feet wound up rubbing against my calf. This did nothing to quell my erection. But it was still a nice moment of togetherness, she talked about how her day at work had gone. I tried my hardest to listen and be supportive and not just beg for an orgasm.
After snuggling, we got ready for bed. She was very pleased to present me with a toothbrush that she'd thought to buy for me on her way back to the apartment. So we brushed teeth and then she kicked me out of the bathroom so she could use it. After she was done, she came out and I went in. And I stood there in front of the toilet with my cock still hard. I needed to pee, but it wasn't going down, so I spent about ten minutes thinking about waterfalls and imagining myself peeing and eventually I managed to get my cock to go down and I was able to actually pee.
After I got done with that, I could feel the blue balls setting in. It was a dull painful ache initially, but every time I moved, I would get an additional stronger pain as if my balls were extremely tender. I knew the sensation of blue balls from when I'd gotten it once accidentally when I was in early high school and I'd been looking at porn in my room for a long time before unexpectedly being told that the whole family had to go somewhere right then, not leaving me any time to jerk off. That time had just been painful, but this time there was an extra edge to it. Knowing that Ella had done it to me intentionally added a whole extra dimension. So even the pain in my balls felt a little sexy.
I didn't really want to make it any worse, though. And my expectation at that point was that since she seemed to be done for the night that there would be no more stimulation. That was good. I didn't think I could take much more while still obeying her rule about not jerking off.
But when I got out of the bathroom, I found her lying on the bed reading a book, completely naked except for her socks. My eyes drunk in the lovely curves of her body. I was struck first, just by the whole impression of her figure. I'd had some girlfriends that I'd found quite attractive when I was in high school, but Ella's body was on a whole different level. My eyes were drawn immediately to her big naked breasts. She was on her back with her arms , so her boobs had spread out across her chest. They were sufficiently large that covered the whole top of her chest, each spreading from one arm to meet the other breast in the middle. Her nipples were pink with large areolas. They didn't look like the nipples of any of my previous girlfriends, with the nub of her nipples sort of poking in rather than out. I later learned that those are called inverted nipples. But despite the nubs being inverted, the nipples themselves were puffy, forming little peaks in the middle of each of her breasts.
Once I'd gotten an eyeful of her breasts, I immediately glanced down at her crotch and discovered that the carpet did match the drapes, as they say. She had a small, wispy-looking blonde bush. It was very slight looking, and I couldn't tell at that time if she trimmed it or not. This was also the first time I'd actually seen her torso as a whole naked, and just looking at her shape was great. She had nice broad hips and a flat stomach with a really small waist leading up to the big swell of her breasts. Her shoulders widened out some, but not enough to seem masculine, maybe just enough to feel like she could really support those tits.
As my eyes feasted on her nudity, my cock was back at full attention within just a few seconds. My staring at her was interrupt when she put down her book. I immediately looked her in the eye, trying my best to pretend that I hadn't been lost in lascivious thoughts.
"I hope you don't mind," she said. "I usually sleep naked and since we've been so intimate tonight, I thought you wouldn't mind."
"No, it's fine. It's, umm, fine, fine. Very fine. No problem."
"So, do you like what you see?" she asked with a clear sound of tease in her voice.
"Very much. You're lovely."
"Aw, thanks. Anyway, I've got to work in the morning tomorrow, so we'd better get to sleep." She turned onto her side and threw the sheet over herself. I headed around to the other side of the bed and got under the sheet as well. She turned out the lights. Five minutes later, she was snoring and I was still lying there gazing at her figure now draped in a sheet. But I could still admire the curve of her hips and see the swell of her breasts. And I could not help but want more: more of her touch, just even to rub her feet in those soft fuzzy socks more. I knew she was still wearing them. But instead, I could do nothing but sit there and look. And I was leaning on my hard cock as though I were a bicycle and it were my kick stand.
An hour later, I felt less desperate, but my balls ached badly any time I moved, and that just reminded me. Finally, sometime late into the night, after I managed to get up and pee again, I avoided looking at her as I went back to bed and laid down facing away and just pretended that I was in bed all alone, and laid very still to ease the blue balls, and finally I fell asleep.