At Valerie's Feet

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a resubmission of an older story, which I originally posted at Literotica in 2011 under a different pen name and with a different title. I've made some slight edits to the new version.

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Roommates Celine and Valerie, together, owned a total of nine bath towels, all of which were currently rolled and stacked against the base of their dormitory door. Celine bent to pull the big blue fuzzy towel from the bottom of the stack. It belonged to Valerie, but Celine always used it. It was her favorite, because, when she wrapped it around herself, she felt like the Cookie Monster.

Before Celine could abscond, Valerie squawked, "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to take a shower."

"You'll let the smoke into the hall."

"I can't smell it anymore. I think it's gone."

"You're just used to it."

"Well, I don't think we need every last towel we own just to block the tiny amount of smoke that might be lingering."

"Put it back, Celine. If you get us busted for smoking weed, I'll literally have to kill you. Like, with a knife."

"Fine. Then how am I supposed to get dry?"

"Drip-dry?"

"Super," said Celine. "How about I come and drip all over you?"

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Celine loved to shower when she was high. She turned the water up as hot as she could stand it, so hot that it reddened her skin, so steamy you could almost cook vegetables. She closed her eyes and imagined she was dissolving, like a sugar cube.

She also loved to pee in the shower. There was something zen-like about it. She parted her thighs, made a little steeple with her hands between her breasts, and let go. Her hot yellow molecules splattered the tiles, diluted in the shower stream, and swirled away down the drain to become rivers, oceans, clouds, and eventually rain, to start to whole cycle over again.

She opened her mouth under the showerhead and let the water pour into her. I'm a sentient tube, she thought, as the warm fluid flowed in through one end of her and out the other, simultaneously.

Just then, one of the bathroom doors burst open. Her neighbor Steffi was standing there, gawping. Typical.

Celine turned to face her, all her girlie bits on display. "Hi, Steffi," she said cheerfully, her piss now blasting against the glass shower partition.

Steffi gasped and scuttled away back to her room.

Celine laughed. She and Valerie shared their bathroom with the girls from the suite next door, Steffi and the other one, the mousy sophomore, whose name she could never remember. Habitually, Celine forgot to lock the door when she showered, and Steffi was always barging in on her.

Celine suspected this was on purpose, because the shower was loud, and Steffi could surely hear it in her suite. If true, if Steffi was coming in to perv, then it was strange, because she had a boyfriend, a beefy baseball player named Jeff, whom she was always talking about marrying. But whatever. Steffi was annoying, but Celine was sort of flattered by her attention. After all, she wasn't getting any from anyone else lately.

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There were no towels in the cupboard, but a single clean washcloth remained. Celine used it to dry her face. That was about all it was good for before it was waterlogged. So she stood there and dripped for a minute, but that wasn't getting her dry, because the air was so steamy. One of the neighbor's towels was hanging on the rack, but she sniffed it first and it smelled like sour milk.

Fuck this, she thought, and she marched into her suite, naked as a jay, planting herself in the center of the living room, directly between Valerie and the TV, with her arms and legs making a big letter X.

"Um, Celine, pardon, but what the fuck?"

"I'm dripping dry, Valerie, just like you said."

"Do you think, possibly, you could do that somewhere else?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I disturbing you?"

"A smidge, yes," said Valerie. "You're blocking Doctor Who. Also, you're naked."

"Right. Well... Then how about I just move over there?" Impulsively, she streaked across the room and leaped onto the couch, falling atop her roommate, who was curled up under a wooly blanket.

Valerie shrieked as Celine's sodden hair slapped her face like a heap of fresh kelp, "Aaagggh! What are you doing? You're wet! You're naked!"

"Please, madame, eet ees cold, and I am vanting thee varmth," said Celine, in a non-specific fake accent. "Lookie, I got zee goosebumps on my butt-ocks."

Valerie squirmed under Celine's weight. "Uggh, crazy bitch! Get off!"

"You vill share vith me zee varm blankie?"

"Take it! Take it!" howled Valerie.

Smugly, Celine took the entire blanket and wrapped it around her naked body. She scooched over to one end of the couch. "I'm a pig in a blanket," she said.

Valerie huddled on the other end of the couch, frowning. "For fuck's sake, Celine. No more weed for you. Clearly, you can't handle it."

"Awww, I'm sorry," said Celine. "Want me to cook you an omelet?"

"Nah, I don't want an omelet."

"An Oreo milkshake?"

"I'm already over my daily calories."

"A foot rub?"

"I don't think so."

"Why not? You love foot rubs. You said so."

"I don't want you touching my feet. It's weird."

"It won't be weird. It's just a foot rub."

"Well, I do like getting my feet rubbed."

Celine pressed her palms together like an eager squirrel and flexed her fingers. "Oui, madame?" she said, arching an eyebrow.

"But you have to promise not to do anything weird."

"I solemnly swear." Celine slapped her hands on her lap. "Right here. Gimme them puppies."

Gingerly, Valerie placed her bare feet on Celine's blanketed lap. She was tense, ready to yank them away at the slightest sign of mischief.

"Chill," said Celine. "My intentions are pure." Deftly, she took one of Valerie's dainty feet into her hands and began to knead the tired muscles at the base of her toes. "And don't worry—I'm not fishing for a massage in return."

Valerie began to relax. She sensed that Celine was being serious for a change, and wasn't trying to pull one of her pranks. It had been a long day—a particularly grueling cross-country practice early in the morning, followed by a three-hour chemistry lab spent standing on hard tiles in impractical boots. Valerie's feet were indeed crying out for a nice massage. It was almsot like Celine had read her mind. She laid back on one of their big cushy pillows, closed her eyes, and let her roommate administer to her needs.

Yes, this wasn't at all an unpleasant experience, Valerie thought. Celine had talented hands. Her slender fingers were surprisingly strong, but also gentle. And the girl obviously knew her way around a foot. She knew just which toes to tug, and how hard, and where to dig into the sole and release a stubborn kink. After, she'd smooth it all over with some soothing swirls, sending shivers of pleasure up Valerie's spine.

"I get the feeling you've done this before," Valerie complimented her roommate.

"No, I never have. But after you told me how you liked it, I checked out some videos online. Just out of idle curiosity."

"Then I must say, damn, girl, you're a good learner."

"Well, it's not brain surgery. Y'know?"

Valerie couldn't believe it. It was the best foot massage she'd ever received, and she'd received plenty—primarily from boyfriends and other male admirers. She'd always joked that she was a foot slut. It was like the nerves in her soles connected directly to the pleasure center in her brain. To her, a good foot rub was better than chocolate, milkshakes, dancing, weed, bubble baths—maybe even better than sex.

Right now, the weed plus her roommate's talented hands were beginning to make Valerie feel blurry at the edges, like her bones were turning to rubber. She had to remind herself not to drool.

Celine, tugging gently at Valerie's toes, said, "Your feet are really pretty. I'm envious."

Valerie shrugged, trying to downplay the pleasure she was feeling. "They're only feet. They're functional."

"Yours are about a thousand times prettier than my hideous feet, with my weird elongated fingertoes."

"I've seen your toes," said Valerie. "They're not that weird."

"Are you kidding? They're prehensile. If I wanted, I could go live in the trees with our monkey cousins."

"Well, I think your monkey toes are cute."

Celine squeaked her thumb across the glossy surface of Valerie's big toenail, with its perfect French pedicure—natural pink at its base and gradually fading up to a white, squared-off tip. "How do you keep your toenails so nice?"

"Oh, I get them done. You know that salon over by the sushi place?"

"Your toes kind of remind me of sushi. They look like tasty little morsels."

Valerie laughed. "You know my old boyfriend Karl? I think I've told you about him."

"Yeah."

"I used to always get him to suck on my toes. I don't think he liked it, but he did it anyways, because, y'know... I kinda rule in the bedroom."

"Sometimes you gotta put your foot down."

"Oh, I had him extremely well-trained. That guy would do anything to please me. So I'd always get him to suck on my toes. It's such an erogenous zone."

"Really? That turns you on?"

"Oh my God, totally... I mean, not right this minute, obviously. But if you were a guy, I'd be melting."

"Right, that's what I meant."

"Like with Karl... God, I was so mean to him. I don't know how he put up with me. I'd be like, 'Suck me, bitch!' And he'd start sucking my toes. And I'd grab Mr. Hitachi and give myself like five orgasms."

"Mr. Hitachi?"

"Oh, um... he's my vibrator."

"Ah, I see."

"He's wonderful. And then, when I'd finally had enough, I'd make Karl masturbate on my feet."

"Wow! I had no idea you were such a dominatrix!"

"Well, certain people can bring it out in me. I can be a kinky bitch."

"Do you still have Mr. Hitachi?"

"Are you kidding? He's the only action I've had in months. Actually, I'm always worried you're going to hear him through the wall."

"Is that what that buzzing noise is? I always thought you liked to shave your legs at 3 a.m."

Valerie hid her face behind her hands. "Arggh. Now I'm embarrassed."

"Don't worry," said Celine. "I've been shaving my legs a lot lately, too."

"We're a fine pair of losers, aren't we?"

"Well, at least we've got each other," said Celine, slotting her fingers between Valerie's toes and tugging her feet further up onto her lap, till the soles were pressing against her belly. "If you're ever in need a foot rub, I'll be here."

Valerie tried to say some words, but felt like something had caught in her throat. It was something about the way Celine had spoken just then, the sudden huskiness of her voice, the hungry look in her eye, the softness of her belly... Celine's body felt so good against her foot. The warmth penetrated her sole, addled her brain. She couldn't think straight. On a purely animal impulse, she slid her foot up Celine's body and planted it firmly on her pillowy breast.

Immediately, she was horrified at what she'd done. She expected Celine to recoil, to scream.

But Celine didn't flinch. She held Valerie's foot tight to her breast, while continuing to stroke it affectionately. Her fingers advanced up Valerie's ankle, up her calf, toward her knee, writing invisible poetry in some ancient meandering script. "In fact," she said, "if you ever felt like you wanted to use Mr. Hitachi, or anything like that, then, y'know..."

Valerie looked at Celine with an expression of utter terror and confusion, her system overloaded with conflicting signals. On the one hand, her body was screaming to be touched. Every last millimeter of her skin was aching for Celine. She wanted to be devoured. But then there was that terrible fear. This desire... it was against nature, against God (if he existed), against her family, against society. If she gave in, it could be ruinous. She'd could be ostracized, exiled forever from the comfortable world she knew. She didn't know if she was strong enough to face life as a rebel against nature.

Celine smiled and patted her knee. "Relax, darling, it's just sex."

Valerie laughed, nervously. "Oh, is that what this is?"

"If you want."

"I thought it was just a foot rub."

Celine shrugged. "Well..."

"I've never done this kind of thing before. With a girl, I mean."

"Neither have I," said Celine. "But I want to, with you." She lifted Valerie's foot to her lips and covered it with kisses.

"I don't really know how to do any lesbian stuff," said Valerie.

"I think we can figure something out," said Celine. "It's not differential equations."

"I suppose you've watched some instructional videos on this, too?"

"As a matter of fact," said Celine, "I believe they call it porn-o-graphy, or something funny like that."

"I think I've heard of it."

Celine took Valerie's big toe into her mouth and sucked it like it a tiny cock. Valerie closed her eyes and grimaced, listening to the slurping sounds. Oh, God, she thought. What am I doing? What am I doing? She felt like she could vomit a swarm of butterflies.

"Are we OK?" asked Celine. "I don't want to make you do anything you don't want."

"Keep going," said Valerie.

"I just want to make you feel good."

Celine began to lick slowly, sensuously along Valerie's soles, alternating left foot than right. She held Valerie's feet together and nuzzled both arches with her forehead, kissing and licking her heels. Valerie felt like she was softly trampling her roommate's face. It had a soothing effect on her nerves.

"I love the way you taste," muttered Celine, her licks and sucks becoming more fervent. She flickered her wet tongue into the slots between each of Valerie's toes. It tickled, and Valerie giggled.

"Take my whole foot in your mouth," said Valerie.

"It won't fit."

"Just the toes."

Celine obliged. She took the whole end of Valerie's foot into her mouth, suckling and slurping, swishing her saliva noisily between her roommate's pink wriggling toes.

"Mmmm," said Valerie. It felt like she was stepping in warm squishy mud. One of her hands began circling an erect nipple through her t-shirt. The other slid down between her legs.

"Urmphhaa Mrrrgh Yaaaawaaa?" said Celine.

"What?"

"Do you want Mr. Hitachi?" repeated Celine, without the foot in her mouth.

Valerie looked at Celine, at her elfin face, with her wide eyes, her strawberry mouth, and her tousled hair, and she felt a very powerful urge to grind that face into her hot, hungry crotch. "No," she hissed. "I want you."

"You have me," said Celine. She stood before her roommate, and with a ceremonious flourish, she unwrapped the blanket from around herself and let it fall to her feet with a soft woomph.

Valerie looked at Celine's naked body. It was a very different sort of body from her own lean, muscular, runner's body. It was very different from the girls she saw naked in the locker room every day. Celine's body was not a warrior's body. It was smooth and white, with gently rounded contours. It was plush. It jiggled. She wanted to poke it. Valerie looked at Celine's curving pink-tipped boobies, and she wanted to bite them. She wanted to make the girl cry out. Valerie looked down between Celine's legs, and she felt shocked, somehow, at the lack of protruding flesh. There was only a furry brown tuft. Valerie was about to have sex with someone without a cock.

"We're about to have lesbian sex," she said, in a strange monotone.

"Yes," said Celine.

"You're about to eat my pussy."

"I am," said Celine.

"Take off my pants," ordered Valerie, firmly.

"OK," said Celine. "Give me your legs, please."

Valerie stuck out her legs. Celine took the loose flannel pajama pants by the cuffs and simply stepped backwards until they flopped off the end of Valerie's toes. Valerie removed her own panties.

"Come here," she said.

Celine came. Valerie pressed her panties under the girl's nose. Celine breathed in deeply, savoring Valerie's musky scent.

"You're a panty-sniffer, aren't you?" said Valerie.

"Yes," said Celine.

"I bet you've sniffed my dirty panties before, haven't you? When I'm not home?"

"Yes," said Celine.

"My dirty, sweaty panties?"

"Yes," said Celine. "And your running shorts."

"I thought so. Do you like the way they smell?"

"Yes," said Celine. "When I smell them, I like to touch myself."

"Filthy whore! I want you down on your knees. I want you to suck my cunt."

"Yes, ma'am. Anything you want."

Celine knelt on the carpet and placed her hands on her roommate's parted thighs. She'd known for months that this was where she wanted to be, where she belonged. Now that she was here, though, she felt a surge of doubt. She wanted to please Valerie, but she'd never done this before. A pussy was a complicated thing, and she didn't want to make any mistakes.

She knew what not to do. She'd had her own pussy eaten only once, by a guy called Kevin, who'd kept stabbing her clit with his pointy tongue and jamming a finger into her until she felt red and raw, and she'd had to make him stop. She knew not to do it like that. Not to be too direct.

So she started far away, kissing Valerie's inner thigh, about halfway up from the knee. Celine had joked about Valerie shaving her legs, but Valerie was one of those lucky girls who didn't really need to shave, at least not her thighs. She had only the lightest sprinkling of blonde peach fuzz. As Celine gently blew across Valerie's tanned skin, goose bumps formed, and the glittering hairs stood on end. Celine nuzzled her soft cheek against this slight new bristliness.

She kissed and licked Valerie's body in a decreasing series of concentric circles—thigh, belly, other thigh—slowly zeroing in on that furry split mound in the center. She planted two little angel kisses on Valerie's bum cheeks, just to either side of her winking hole, as she approached her lover's glistening slit from below.

Trembling now, Celine dabbled her tongue along Valerie's swollen vulva, making several slow laps around the perimeter, until the sparse blonde fur had dried out her tongue. She had to pause and collect some saliva. While doing so, she breathed in deeply with her nose, savoring Valerie's musky scent. The scent intoxicated her. She could wait no longer. She had to taste Valerie's juices.

She kissed the center of Valerie's slit, wetting her lips on the oozing juices. She opened her mouth to cover the entire mound, and then gently pressed down with the flat part of her tongue. For some reason, the Alphabet Song popped into her mind, and she started humming it softly into Valerie's cunt, with as much vibrato as she could deliver. "Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm..."

Valerie squirmed, replying with one long, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." She began to grind her hips, the vibrations driving her wild. She lashed out, grasping Celine by the hair, pulling her face roughly into her pussy, clutching her head tightly with her powerful thighs. "Sing to me, baby! Sing to me!"

Celine was having trouble breathing, but she wouldn't stop. She kept humming the alphabet tune, over and over, four, five, six times through. "Mmm mmm mmm mmm..." Valerie's gyrations grew more and more frantic. She clutched more and more tightly with her thighs. Celine's face grew red. She started to feel fuzzy in the head, her brain screaming for oxygen. But she just kept humming. Then, just as the situation began to feel really desperate, Valerie let out a high-pitched squeal. Her body shuddered violently, and she let go her death grip on Celine's head. Celine fell back, gasping for precious air. She felt elated. "That was awesome," she said.

"Do me again," said Valerie. "I'm not done yet."

Valerie used Celine's face (and eventually fingers) for three more orgasms, and then she could take no more. Both girls fell into an exhausted naked heap on the sofa. They lay there for several minutes catching their breaths, Celine playing with Valerie's hair and kissing the back of her neck.