What’s the single coolest thing an SO has done to “accommodate” your fetish?

BroadwayMaybe said:

This is less a story about an SO and more about a friend of mine, but it certainly pertains to the subject line.

So one of my good friends in high school was a young woman who I'll call Annie. Annie and I had been really good friends since Freshman year. Our high school was an arts high school and we were both in the theater program. Annie was your typical cute-quasi-goth-manic-pixie-dream-girl type (you know, typical ) She had shoulder length hair that vacillated from deep red to bright orange, rather thin, and big, beautiful hazel eyes. She would typically wear a tight t-shirt and jeans with a pair of chucks or a sundress and sandals. I had always thought Annie was cute, but we were friends and nothing more and I was more than happy with that. When Annie broke up with her boyfriend of two years (another guy in our theater program) she took it incredibly hard and I was a shoulder for Annie to cry on. Likewise, whenever I felt lonely and friendless (and when you deal with manic depression and don’t yet know it, that shit happens a lot) Annie was always there for a hug or to spend time with me.

Now to the fun stuff: Annie was UNBELIEVABLY ticklish, head to toe and everywhere in between, and everyone knew this. One poke in the side or the tummy and she would loudly squeak. Both I and our other friends would poke or tickle her lightly all the time. Needless to say, as a high schooler with shame about a budding tickle fetish, I did not do the tickling much of the time out of fear someone may see me get hard and I be looked at as some crazy deviant. I think Annie could tell whenever I would do it that I was enjoying it more than others were, though I don’t know if she ever realized why. Nevertheless, Annie was always seemed more alright with me doing the tickling, the few times I did.

So flash forward to the…I want to say March or April of our senior year. The two of us both had ended up getting into the same college early decision and that brings us even closer. So one night, we go to our local movie theater to see some romcom (funnily enough, we ran into our AP English teacher at the movie who definitely thought we were dating.) After the movie, we head back to my car to just sit and and shoot the shit. As I recall, she was wearing a tight red t-shirt, blue jeans, and Puma sneakers with white ankle socks. I only remark on this detail because there are few things sexier to me than a woman in jeans and tight t-shirts. As we’re chatting, she mentions how her feet were cold. So in a moment of caution being thrown to the wind, I volunteered to give her a foot rub. From the passenger seat of my car, she swings her legs over the center console, landing her feet in my lap.

I removed her sneakers to reveal two socked feet (about size 7, I would guess.) I begin massaging her feet, much to her enjoyment, but it wasn’t long until I took a finger and ran it under the base of her toes. She let out a trademark squeal followed by, “Somehow I knew you were going to find a way to tickle me.” I was prepared to stop until I realized she had not taken her feet out of my lap…intentionally. It was a dangerous line to walk: keep this up and potentially ruin a friendship if she sees that I am hard as diamond or stop doing this immediately and change the subject. My mind was racing until Annie says, “You have a kink for this, don’t you?” Being incredibly naive to the world of fetish and kink, I had no idea what that meant, and Annie was happy to explain. Upon finishing her explanation, she said very matter-of-fact, “You probably have a tickling kink. Or a foot kink. Or both.” It was the first time I was able to really put words to it. I admitted that she was right and was prepared to stop if she was uncomfortable. That’s when she said it: “If you want to have some fun with my feet, I’m happy to indulge you.” My jaw nearly honked the horn on the steering wheel the way it dropped. But if the offer was on the table, then I was going to do It right.

I remove Annie’s socks revealing two cream-colored, well taken care of feet and toes with a deep red polish on them. I also cannot stress this enough: Annie’s feet were, to this day, two of the softest feet I had ever had my hands on. Truly pillow soft. I began my tickling escapades, running my fingers up and down her buttery, slightly wrinkled soles, spidering my fingers along her heels, wiggling and tickling on and between each and every toe. All the while, Annie is belly laughing at the top of her lungs, fighting valiantly but ultimately with futility to restrain her ticklish squeals. At one point, her mom called and she says to me, “Don’t make me sound crazy!” As she was talking with her mom, I would lightly trace a finger around her foot, just enough to make her squirm and quicken her pulse as she tried not to giggle. Towards the end of the call, I decided to raise her foot slightly to my teeth and lightly nibble her delicious arch. Feet that smell bad or aren’t clean are a massive turnoff for me, and I was thrilled that hers were perfectly clean and smelled faintly of some kind of lavender lotion. When my teeth made contact with her foot, Annie let out a sharp gasp of surprise followed by her voice getting higher in an attempt to keep composure as she rapidly told her mother, “Alright-mom-I’ll-be-home-soon-see-you-later-bye.” She hung up and I began laughing myself as she smiled and smacked me on the arm saying, “You’re such a dick!” “Oh really?” I said as I proceeded to go to town on her feet. Composure went out the window as she flailed and laughed at her helpless feet being tickled mercilessly. I only kept the hard stuff up for about a minute before I mercifully stopped. I looked at the clock, and she had been “indulging me” for a solid hour! We both realized it was late and she had to get home. I thanked her for letting me explore my kink and she said, “Of course. You’re one of the few people I would let do that.” I gave the sole of her foot a quick kiss, eliciting a giggle, drove her to her parking spot where she put her socks and shoes back on and drove home.

We ended up drifting apart, as can be the case while growing up, but we still check in every now and then to say hi. I don’t know if she has as vivid a recollection of that night as I do, but perhaps someday I will let her know how much that evening in my car in a movie theater parking lot meant to me.

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Aimee said:

That's a super cute story!

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