"What are you thinking about?" she said with a shy smile, breaking the insanely comfortable tension between us.
"I'm wondering what your feet smell like," I said, deciding to be bold, reasoning that we'd both drunk enough alcohol that I could pass it off as a joke if she reacted badly.
She laughed. "Pretty terrible, I would imagine," she whispered. "We've been dancing all night."
"Ha, yeah, you're probably right," I smiled, and let it slide, abandoning my strange urge and enjoying the mere sight of her instead. She was radiant in the glow of passing traffic and the yellow light of the moon. At that moment, I would have done anything for her. My best friend. My goddess.
We fell back into the comfortable silence, gazing at each other like lovers, both of us perfectly aware that something had changed between us but neither of us willing to admit it just yet. It was as if we were both daring the other to make the first move, to commit to the inevitable.
And then she took the leap. She flexed her toe and the low heeled shoe she was wearing popped off her heel, revealing the impossibly soft expanse of her sole. She smiled, and glanced back nervously, following my eyes, tracing my gaze, reading my intent. The dull ache between my legs became a thunderous roar, taking my breath, muddling my thoughts.
"Do you want to find out?" she purred.
And, without a single moment of hesitation, I discovered that yes, I really did.
"I'm wondering what your feet smell like," I said, deciding to be bold, reasoning that we'd both drunk enough alcohol that I could pass it off as a joke if she reacted badly.
She laughed. "Pretty terrible, I would imagine," she whispered. "We've been dancing all night."
"Ha, yeah, you're probably right," I smiled, and let it slide, abandoning my strange urge and enjoying the mere sight of her instead. She was radiant in the glow of passing traffic and the yellow light of the moon. At that moment, I would have done anything for her. My best friend. My goddess.
We fell back into the comfortable silence, gazing at each other like lovers, both of us perfectly aware that something had changed between us but neither of us willing to admit it just yet. It was as if we were both daring the other to make the first move, to commit to the inevitable.
And then she took the leap. She flexed her toe and the low heeled shoe she was wearing popped off her heel, revealing the impossibly soft expanse of her sole. She smiled, and glanced back nervously, following my eyes, tracing my gaze, reading my intent. The dull ache between my legs became a thunderous roar, taking my breath, muddling my thoughts.
"Do you want to find out?" she purred.
And, without a single moment of hesitation, I discovered that yes, I really did.
