Feet First Ch. 04bythezinger©
I saw a lot of Larissa over the next couple weeks. She'd have me over to the house, or just show up at mine. When she wanted it, she wanted it bad and she didn't waste any time getting it. We tried different positions, but none worked as well as when she sat on me facing away. "Reverse cowboy" she called it. She'd just tear off her clothes, push me on the bed, give me a few perfunctory kisses, then get to it.
There was absolutely nothing else to our relationship. It got stale for me quick. In fact, I quickly realized that Larissa was in fact a self-centered bitch. One time she came over to my house when I was studying for a big test. I really wanted to do well so I wasn't interested in any sexy-time play fun with Larissa. But she wouldn't quit. Finally I fucked her just to shut her up. Once she had her five-minute O she just zipped up and was outa there. I'd had it. I decided that the next time I saw her I was going to break it off. But an unexpected series of events led to a rather different conclusion.
The night after my last fling with Larissa I was at the Student Union with a couple of friends. They had gone to grab some pizza and I was guarding our table when I saw Larissa walk past hanging on the arm of some tall, preppy looking guy.
"Hey, Larissa!" I called out to her.
She glanced over at me with an expression most people reserved for moldy mayonnaise. She didn't say a word and just walked off like I didn't exist. I shot to my feet fuming, accidentally shoving my chair to the ground in the process. I was so mad I was just about to make my way through the crowd and give her a piece of my mind.
But then I heard a voice behind me say, "She's like that, you know. I wouldn't get too worked up about it."
I spun around to see one of Larissa's sorority sisters, Kim, sitting at the table behind me. I had seen Kim a few times at the house and we were actually in a class together, but it was one of those huge lecture classes with assigned seating, so we never talked.
Kim continued. "Some of the girls and I had thought about warning you, but none of us thought it would last long enough for it to really matter. The smart money didn't have you lasting past the first night and no one longer than a week."
"You bet on how long I'd stay with her?" I asked incredulously.
"Oh, no money changed hands. Just an honor bet. It's a favorite pastime for several of us when it comes to Larissa."
I righted my chair and turned it to face Kim. Kim was petite, had dark hair in a pixie hairstyle, and was just cute as a bug. She had a tight little body, but her best feature was her big brown eyes, which had this burning intensity to them.
"So I gather that Larissa isn't the most popular girl in your sorority?" I inquired.
Kim regarded me for a second. "My answer to that question depends on if you're still seeing her. If so, then I'd say we all manage to get along well enough."
"Phht!" I responded. "She can rot in hell for all I care. She's a grade-A bitch. I was planning to break it off with her even before tonight's little incident. But that just sealed the deal with duct tape."
"In that case, you might be interested to know that most of us call her BQFH behind her back."
"Bitch Queen From Hell."
I burst out laughing and after a few seconds Kim joined in.
"It does fit her quite nicely," I admitted once I had settled down.
"Actually, I'd say what most of us feel around her is fear."
"Well, Larissa has demonstrated an amazing ability to dig up dirt or extract confessions of past sins from quite a few of her sisters. She wields the threat of revealing those secrets to keep her power. No one dares cross her because of it. Even if she doesn't have anything on someone she's developed this kind of mystique of invulnerability. Everyone just lets her have her way."
"Is that what happened to Holly?" I asked with trepidation.
"That's exactly what happened with Holly," Kim answered. "Holly's got some dark secret that Larissa weaseled out of her. Now she lives in perpetual fear of Larissa squealing on her to her boyfriend."
I looked down at my feet, recalling my night with Holly last semester.
"Say, Holly's the one who got you invited to that party in the first place, isn't she?"
"So, are you Holly's deep, dark secret?"
I felt my face flush and nodded again.
Kim regarded me for a moment. "Well, no big deal. It's none of my business to begin with."
Just then a couple walked up to Kim's table and greeted her. Kim rose to leave with them.
"You're better off without her," she said, then turned to her friends and left.
I replaced my chair at the table and saw my friends coming holding trays laden with pizza and sodas. As they were setting the trays down I felt a tap at my shoulder and turned to see Kim standing there.
"Would you do me a favor, Seth? Don't do anything about BQFH just yet. I have an idea, but I need to think about it. Can we talk tomorrow?"
"Sure, I guess," I answered.
"OK, then, it's a deal, Seth. Don't do anything till we talk." Kim held out her right hand.
"OK, deal," I said, shaking it.
With that she turned and ran off to her friends.
I got an email from Kim the next day. It read: "Seth, A plan is forming in my mind, but I need your help. Can we meet at the Union at 5? -Kim"
I zipped off a reply and found Kim waiting for me when I got to the Union later that day.
"Seth, thanks for meeting me. Look, we've got to find some way to break the witch's spell. There's just got to be some kind of leverage we can get over her. But I just don't know what it is. I stay as far away from her as I can get for my own safety. But since you've already wandered into her lair, maybe you know something that the rest of us don't. Any ideas?" she concluded, looking up at me hopefully.
"Well, what sort of thing do you need?" I asked. "You all probably already know she drinks, smokes weed, and likes to fuck like a rabbit." I covered my mouth in dismay after that last statement. I didn't know Kim that well and I didn't mean to offend her.
Kim just rolled her big brown eyes and laughed. "Yes, Seth we all know she likes to fuck like a rabbit. But that's not enough. We need something that will really embarrass her, humiliate her in front of everyone. Something that will bring her down in everyone's eyes."
I thought about it for a while.
"BQFH thrives on power, right?" I just couldn't help calling her by her new name. It just fit too well. "And power maintains itself by staying in control, right? If you lose control, if you are seen to lose control, then people know you're not really strong. You lose face."
"Yes, that's right" Kim said looking at me intently. "But how do we make her lose control?"
"Here's what we're going to do... ."
A couple of days later it was the weekend. I had deliberately avoided calling Larissa, but I knew she would want it before long. She tried to hook up Friday night, but I begged off and set up something for Saturday afternoon. We arranged to meet at the sorority house. I emailed Kim and had her arrange to have Larissa's roommate out of the way. Not that it would have mattered. Larissa would have just kicked her out of the room anyway.
I went up to Larissa's room and found her sitting at her desk with two glasses before her, one filled with her high-end tequila, the other mostly empty.
"You're late," she said, holding out the full glass to me.
I accepted the glass wordlessly and took a sip. Larissa stood and began removing her clothes. When she was naked she took the half-empty glass from my hands and started to unbutton my jeans. I pulled off my shirt and finished stripping. Larissa got into bed and sipped her tequila. I folded my jeans over the back of her chair. As I did so I removed my cellphone, put it on the desk, and unobtrusively activated the voice recorder app.
I hopped into bed next to her. She immediately reached down and started fondling me. I squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples to get her going. Once I started to firm up she leaned down and sucked me to get me real hard, then reached over to grab a condom packet she had ready. Larissa always supplied the condom. I think that was another way she liked to stay in control.
Once she had the condom on she mounted me as usual, straddling me on her knees facing my feet. She started rocking up and down. Our routine had become that I would start massaging her feet at this point. When she got a little more worked up I would seriously try to find "the spot" on one of her feet.
But this time I made no move for her feet. I kneaded her butt cheeks a little, but that was it. It wasn't long before she looked at me over her shoulder and said, "OK big boy, time for the feet."
I did nothing for a few seconds. "Um, I don't think so," I finally said.
"Huh?" she said, quickly twisting around to look at me again.
"I said, 'I don't think so'. I think this time I'll just get off and let you take care of yourself."
"Think again, big boy. This is our thing. Now, hands on the feet," she imperiously commanded.
She turned to face toward my feet again, obviously fully expecting me to comply. I didn't.
"What's your fucking problem?" she said turning to me again after a few seconds.
"You know, you weren't very nice to me the other day."
She just looked at me blankly.
"You know, at the Union. You just ignored me."
"Oh, that," she blithely replied, waving a hand in the air. "That was nothing. Don't worry about it. You're still my big boy." She slapped me playfully on my thigh, then turned forward once again and started gyrating her hips. "Now, time's a wastin'."
"No, I think you owe me an apology," I said after a few more seconds.
Larissa gradually slowed her movements, then very deliberately turned to face me again. Her eyes narrowed and she regarded me with a raised eyebrow, calculating her next move.
"OK, I guess that was a little--inconsiderate. Sorry about that," she grudgingly acknowledged.
She must have thought that sufficient since she once again leaned forward on her hands and began gyrating her hips.
I began lightly massaging her feet and soon Larissa was really going at it. This was the point where I usually found her "spot" and she went into several minutes of sounding like a hyena in heat. Instead I removed my hands from her feet and put them behind my head.
"You know," I said, "I don't think that apology quite cut the mustard. I'd like to hear something better."
Larissa was leaning forward braced on her hands and panting loudly. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Fuck! What's gotten into you today?"
"Well, if you don't feel like talking about it, I understand," I replied calmly. "We can talk about it later."
I raised myself up on my elbows like I was about to get up.
"No, no!" Larissa exclaimed.
I remained propped up on my elbows.
After a pause, "Alright, I get how you feel. I ignored you the other day and it was a crappy thing to do. I'm sorry."
"How do you think that made me feel?" I asked.
"How do you think that made me feel?" I repeated. I think that Larissa really had difficulty with that concept. She had zero empathy.
"Well..., I dunno. I guess it must have made you feel bad."
Vague, but I figured it was the best I was going to get out of her.
"And what does that make you?"
"What does that make you when you make someone else feel bad?"
"I don't get it."
I rolled my eyes in exasperation, but persisted.
"It makes you a bad girl when you make someone else feel bad."
"So I want you to say, 'I'm a bad girl and I'm sorry I made you feel bad."
"No, I'm going to fuck *you*. I'm going to fuck you till you cum like a nun, but only if you say it."
I began to thrust into her again as I grabbed her foot with my right hand, quickly found her spot and pressed hard. I thrust firmly into her several times until I heard her start to pant. I knew she was already close to cumming, just from those few thrusts. That was the power of the spot. But I abruptly stopped thrusting and released the pressure on her foot.
"Do you want that?" I asked.
"Yes, I want that, god dammit!" she hissed.
"Then repeat after me: 'I'm a bad girl and I'm sorry I made you feel bad.'"
I began slowly thrusting into her again and applied just a hint of pressure to her spot.
"I'm a bad girl...," She hesitated.
"Say it all." I released the pressure on her foot and slowed my strokes.
"I'm a bad girl..."
I re-applied pressure to her foot again and increased the speed of my strokes.
"I'm a bad girl..., and I'm sorry I made you feel bad."
The last part came out as a whisper.
"I didn't hear you."
I kept stroking into her but released the pressure on her foot.
"I'm sorry I made you feel bad," she said louder.
I increased the pressure on her foot and with my left hand began fingering her anus. I don't know why I did this, it wasn't really a conscious decision. I had never done it before. Maybe I thought it would humiliate her more. But it clearly had the effect of arousing her to an even higher state. She was grinding her hips into me now, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. I could tell she was getting close so I slowed down and released some pressure on her foot.
"Do you want me to make you come?"
"Yes, dammit, just do it!"
"No, you've been a bad girl. You admitted it yourself. You have to beg for it."
"You made me say it, asshole!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I replied, completely releasing the pressure on her foot. "Did I threaten you? Did I point a gun to your head? I don't believe I did. I simply asked for a well deserved apology and you gave it. Now, if you want me to leave I'll do so, no harm done. Do you want me to leave?"
I held perfectly still for a few breaths.
"No," she almost choked out. "No, I want..., I want you to make me cum. Please."
"Ah, now that's more like it," I said as I pressed into her foot and began stroking into her again. "How badly do you want me to make you cum?"
"I want it. I want it soo bad. I was a bad girl and I'm sorry I was bad and I want you to make me cum. Just make me cum, please."
There was no hesitation in her voice now. She had surrendered. I fingered her anus with the thumb of one hand while I pressed hard into the spot on her foot with the other. I increased the power of my strokes.
"Are you sure? Are you sure you deserve it?"
"No, I don't deserve it, but please, please make me cum anyway. Please, oh please!"
I continued thrusting and pressing and I knew that she was on the edge and then she passed over and I could feel her anus contracting under my thumb's pressure and feel her pussy spasm while she gasped and grunted and muttered "oh please" repeatedly between breaths.
I was more aroused than I had ever been with Larissa before and felt a powerful orgasm building. Larissa was still spasming, as she could probably do for another several minutes with me pressing her spot, when I came grunting and bucking. My dick gradually softened and I had to slow down, even though I'm sure Larissa could have kept going. But soon my soft dick slid out of her and she collapsed forward onto my legs.
We lay that way for several minutes, letting our blood pressure return to normal. I happened to glance over at the desk and saw my cellphone sitting there, bringing to mind the task at hand.
"Hey, Larissa, I've got to pee really bad."
She silently rolled off my legs, but remained on her back at the foot of the bed, arms outstretched, staring at the ceiling.
I hurriedly pulled on my boxers and pants, thrust my cellphone into my pocket, grabbed my shoes, socks, and shirt, and fled out the door.
Once in the bathroom I stopped the voice recorder app, selected the sound file I had just produced and attached it to an email message addressed to Kim.
With my finger poised over the send button, I hesitated. I was suddenly unsure this was the right thing to do. The plan had seemed so unambiguous earlier. Larissa was a bitch and she made life miserable for everyone around her. This was a way to restore the balance of power, to put her in her place.
On the other hand, was it really my responsibility to make that happen? I didn't owe anything to Kim or Holly or any of the other girls in the house. They were the ones who let Larissa lord it over them. Wasn't it their own lack of backbone that had let the situation deteriorate as it had?
And what about Larissa? I had proved my power over her. Was that humiliation enough? Maybe it would change her, allow her to acknowledge other people's feelings, awaken her to how horribly manipulative she'd been.
Or not. Maybe she'd remain exactly the same. And if so, would humiliating her publicly in front of her sorority sisters really change her, make her a better person? Probably not, I thought. It might break her hold over the others, but it probably wouldn't fundamentally change her any more than the stark fact of my subjugation of her had already done. In fact, it might completely negate whatever change might have already, or at least someday might, take place in her.
And she would undoubtedly hate me for it. With good reason, I realized. For as self-centered and manipulative as Larissa could be, what harm she had inflicted upon me was trivial compared to the betrayal of trust I was preparing to unleash upon her. I had willingly and knowingly embarked on this escapade with Larissa. If I had wanted to stop, I was free to do so. No harm would come to me. Larissa may or may not care if I stopped seeing her, but I doubted she would long harbor rancor towards me in any event. I probably didn't mean that much to her. Probably no one did, but again, that wasn't my problem.
But if I did go through with the plan, Larissa would know that I had deliberately set out to do her harm. And she would always remember me for that hurt. Not for the five-minute orgasms I repeatedly gave her, but for the searing humiliation I had coldly planned and executed in retaliation for being snubbed in front of no one I even knew, let alone cared about. And if I did that, what did that make me? A lot worse than just a bad boy.
I glared at the phone in my hand, as if it was at fault for the mess I was in. With a shaky finger I pressed the cancel button on the email message, then opened the voice recorder app and trashed the most recent sound file.
I took that pee I had falsely claimed I needed earlier, splashed some water on my face and finished dressing.
On the way down the hallway I opened Larissa's door a crack and poked my head in. She was sitting on the bed, naked, with arms wrapped around her knees, which were pulled up to her chest. Her forehead rested on her kneecaps. Seeing her in that resigned pose--so unlike her usual proud, assertive self--elicited in me a combination of adulation, pity, and remorse. Under the circumstances that mixture of emotions made a foul cocktail that left a sour taste in my mouth.
"Hey," I said quietly.
She looked up slowly, regarding me with soft, sad eyes.
I had to clear my throat.
"Hey, uh, I'm sorry but I've got to take off now. I'll catch you around, OK?"
She nodded slowly but didn't say anything.
I backed out and closed the door gently. That was the last time I ever saw her.
I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. A half dozen girls, including Kim but not Holly, were gathered there. They looked at me expectantly as I entered. Kim was standing by an open laptop sitting on the counter next to her. There was a moment of electric silence. You could have heard a flea fart.
Kim looked at me intensely. Still no one said anything. Finally I cleared my throat.