Shoe Fetishist's Guide Ch. 03

Julia snorted again. "You're not making me feel better, Joel."

Joel laughed. "Jules, remember how that turned out?"

"Rose asked Jenna to be her make up artist for the wedding," Julia nodded with a slight smile. "Yeah."

Joel nodded. "So what did we learn from this?"

Julia stared at him quizzically, her eyes still watery. "I don't know."

"That you should march to the beat of your own drummer," Joel smiled. He felt proud of himself. Yes. He was doing a good job consoling his brother's girlfriend. He was a supportive guy. He was proud of himself. "And that your friends are all crazy."

Julia laughed at this, truly laughed. "Thank you, Joel."

Joel smiled bashfully.

"And Benji?" Julia turned toward her boyfriend, who had remained largely mute throughout this entire ordeal. He nodded. She smiled softly. "I love you."

"Oh barf!" Joel groaned with a laugh as the couple shared a deep kiss.

* * *

"There will be no more sex in the champagne room," Benji quipped as he paraded around the store in a pair of five-inch platforms. "That's right, ladies and gentle-fucks, no more sex in the champagne room tonight. Go home!"

Joel watched his twin with amusement, then turned to Julia. "All he needs is a feather boa," he whispered and the pair erupted into loud guffaws.

Benji paused, nearly toppled over, but gained his balance and glared at the pair. "What's this you say? Can you not handle the romance? Can you not handle the sheer passion of…Benjamina Sugartits?"

"I think my boyfriend is insane," Julia snorted. She turned her attention back to high heels she was sliding her feet into.

Joel nodded. "It's the fumes from all the shoes. They went to his head."

"I see that," Julia stated absently. She was focused on admiring her feet. Yes, these shoes were good. Very good. She stood up and walked toward the full-length mirror. Perfection. Okay, perhaps they didn't make her calves look at muscular; and maybe they were not the exact shade of blue that she had hoped and prayed for. But these shoes spoke to her. Yes, these shoes were the ones. "Done!" she clapped. "We have a winner."

"Step right up," Benji smirked, towering over her as he wobbled in the platforms. "You've won the ride of your life."

Joel kneeled down onto the floor and began collecting up the various piles of tissue paper and wrapping that had been discarded in Julia's- and Benji's- search for the perfect shoes. He collected several boxes, then stood up and grinned. "Okay, Jules, let's get him out of here before he breaks an ankle."

Benji turned and wobbled in place, nearly colliding with a display rack. "The Great Benjamina Sugarballs has balance. Style. Sophistication."

"OH MY GOD!," a voice yelled and the three of them turned their attention toward the doorway of the small boutique. A teenage mob was gathered there, jumping for ecstatic joy. "OMG IT'S BENJI AND JOEL!"

Joel smirked. "I can't wait to see this photo on the cover of Tiger Beat!"

Julia snorted as she placed the shoes that she had selected gently back into their appropriate housing. She smiled and kissed the top of the box. "I love you, shoes. You make me look perfect, because you are perfect."

"You are perfect," Joel whispered as he handed a pile of boxes back to the saleswoman.

"Huh?" Julia spun around and met the dance of his passionate brown eyes.

Joel blushed and bowed his head to ogle his Sauconys. "Nothing, Jules."

Julia nodded and returned to hugging the box that held her shoes. "I love my shoes. Thank you so much, both of you, for being patient with me. I knew we'd find the right shoes, eventually."

"You were crying in the middle of the mall," Benji pointed out, before realizing his tone and biting his lip quickly. "But that's okay, because-"

"Without you, Joel, I would have gone home a mess," Julia stated as she stood and approached her boyfriend's twin. "Thank you so much," she offered softly as she leaned up onto her tippy-toes and placed a gentle kiss onto his cheek. "You are my knight in fabulous Luis Vuittone."

Joel blushed.

"I'd like to reward you," Julia whispered into his ear before returning to her usual stance. She learned further into his body and grinned. "Come home with us. Come back to the house."

Joel simply nodded and forced himself to swallow back the sexual tension filling his throat…and groin.

* * *

"I think Jules is just changing," Benji smiled as he pranced effeminately into the couple's kitchen. "What would you like to drink, little bro?"

Joel simply shrugged in response, tossing his lithe body down onto the familiar sofa. It had once been an old relic in his and Benji's first apartment. When their success had brought with it hefty bank accounts, he had tried to get his elder twin to toss the old lump. But Benji had argued vehemently, stating simply that the couch was ‘lucky' and could not be given to a dumpster.

"You really saved the day in the mall," Benji acknowledged, handing his twin a Diet Coke can. "Thanks for that, bro. I don't know shit about shoes."

Joel nodded and took a slow sip of his beverage.

"Jules, you know, she's obsessive about that shit," Benji shrugged, tossing himself down onto the sofa across from his brother. "She owns at least 10,000 pair. I call her-"

"Immelda," Joel finished his twin's thought.

Benji nodded. "My little Immelda Markosse."

"Ahem," Julia cleared her throat as she stood in the doorway to the large room. "Immelda heard that!"

Both of the brothers moved their glances from their carbonated cans to the female demanding their attention only feet away. Julia stood in place, a pleasured grin spread wide across her features. She was wearing little more than a camisole and miniscule boy-shorts, her hair pulled up into a sloppy ponytail atop her head. She smirked. "How does this look?"

Benji was first to speak, his voice nearly cracking like that of a prepubescent boy. "It looks, it looks…It, umm, that looks-"

"Hot," Joel breathed quietly.

Benji nodded. "Yeah, hot. That looks hot."

Julia smiled victoriously as she strutted into the living room seductively. She paused before Joel, stepping between his outstretched thighs. "Do you like?"

Joel felt his voice practically exit his body and race off into nowhere. He would have verbally responded to Julia, had his vocal chords been physically able. Instead, he simply nodded his hand and made a soft whimper. She seemed to enjoy this, and she shook her hips slowly for him. Each slow movement caused the cotton of her shorts to stretch tightly across her hips and stomach, pulling up slightly and allowing him quick glimpses of her perfectly shaped ass. More than once he had to resist the urge to reach out and-

"Touch it," Julia invited, her voice eager. "Go on, Joel, you can touch my ass."

He nodded, still unable to speak. Surely, she was trying to drive him crazy. Yes. Soon, he would have to be committed to an asylum and they'd hand Benji the keys. Clearly, his twin would toss those keys and celebrate. Yes. Lusting over your twin brother's girlfriend was little more than a crime. Touching her ass was certainly murder. Benji would have his ass for this. An ass for an ass.

"Don't be shy," Julia whispered into his ear, seductively. Her breasts were so close to his chin, he could reach his tongue and out- "I want to feel you touch me, Joel," she pleaded wantonly. "I want to feel your tongue on my breasts and my ass and my-"


"Go on, little bro," Benji stated and Joel realized, with horror, that his twin had relocated and claimed the seat on the sofa beside him. Benji was only inches away now. Watching. Watching him watch Julia as though she were a porn star. And in this moment, it felt like she was. His own personal porn star.

Julia cooed. "Come on, Joely, I know you want me. I saw the way you looked at me when I tried on those heels in-"

Benji's own gaze was equally lust-filled. "Yeah, Joel. Touch her! Be a man, Joel!"

Joel blushed at this urging, and allowed his hand to travel the curve of Julia's behind then slowly up her back, curving around her body to softly caress her stomach. She cooed at his touch, straddling him and lowering herself slowly downward. "Joel," she whispered softly, as though she didn't want his brother to hear. "Joel, I want you."

He nodded nervously.

"I want your big cock deep inside my tight cunt," Julia purred. "I want to feel you beneath me, filling me. I want you to make me scream and shout and claw your back. I want you be your slut, Joel," she offered, breathily. "Make me your slut."

Joel swallowed roughly and turned to his twin.

Benji grinned and slapped his brother on the shoulder for reassurance. "Go for it, bro."

"You don't mi-"

His brother stood up, backing away from the pair and taking a seat on the sofa across from them. He grinned, then shrugged his large shoulders. "Dude, she wants you. Go for it!"

Joel nodded. His twin's girlfriend wanted him. Julia wanted him. She was sitting in his lap- nay, straddling his thighs- and begging him to fuck her and make her his slave. God. He must have died and gone to heaven. No mall could top this. No Luis Vuittone could top this. This was sheer, perfect, magical heaven.

"Fuck me, Joel," Julia pleaded as she tossed her camisole top across the room and allowed her pert breasts to fall into his face. "Make me scream!"

"I have got to be the luckiest man alive," Joel moaned as he felt Julia begin to tug on his belt.