New Shoes: Wedding Edition

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Since our almost break up, Stacey and I were really good, I guess just happy that we were still together. We were still in a hard long distance relationship, but we became more accommodating of each other, and basically talked on the phone a little more.

A couple of months went by and it was springtime. I was to be in the wedding of one of my best friends, and Stacey was invited to come, too, since we were together. So, Stacey being Stacey, knew that she would need a new outfit for the occasion and, of course, new shoes. She called me one afternoon to let me know she'd found a new sexy pair.

"I can't wait to show you!" she exclaimed after the beginning pleasantries. "And they're not so scrape-y on the bottom, so we can break them in for a looooong time." I could practically hear the smirk in her voice. I couldn't wait. We arranged our schedules to meet up the coming weekend.

Saturday morning came and so did Stacey. She used the excuse with my parents that she just had to get away from her roommates, but she and I knew differently haha. My parents left the house (I can't even remember where they went, either shopping or a friend's house). When we were alone, I had a chance to visually take her in: her long jet black hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back, her makeup very simple but enhancing her natural beauty, her white and green striped blouse with enough buttons opened to tease a little but not enough to make her look trashy, green Capri pants fitting her legs perfectly and accentuating her sexy strength, and black platform flip-flops showing the feet that have brought me crashing to many floors. My eyes made their way back up to her face and, for the first time that day, I saw that she wanted as bad as I wanted her. Stacey suggested that we go up to my room and I happily obliged. As soon as we were in my room and I closed the door behind me, she had me pinned to the door, kissing me ferociously. I responded in kind, holding her tight, kissing her almost desperately. Suddenly, she stopped and broke away, asking breathlessly "Wait... do you want to see my new shoes on me?"

"Hell yeah," I answered, just as breathless. She stepped away from me and went into the bag she'd brought with her, fishing them out. They were simple-looking enough, shiny black and backless, a silver buckle on the side (it looked ornamental, in case you were wondering), open toes and about 3" heels. Despite how pedestrian they looked, when she kicked off her flip-flops and stepped into them, I... ahem... rose to the occasion.

"Now, where were we?" Stacey asked seductively, sauntering over to me. This time, she moved much more slowly, backing me gently against my door and kissing me sweetly. Out of nowhere, she stopped kissing me, took a half step back, and fired her knee up in a blur to crash between my legs. Startled more than hurt initially, I yelped and bent slightly at the waist, but not enough so that she couldn't knee me again. Stacey slammed her knee into my balls once more; I saw it coming and instinct might have caused me to jerk out of the way... but I was against my door with nowhere to go. Her kneecap caught one of my nuts full-on and, this time, the pain hit me like a ton of bricks. I fell to the floor and got a great close-up view of her new high heels. She was right; they looked insanely sexy on her. I was about to stand up and tackle her onto my bed, but she'd already turned and walked away, sitting on the edge of my bed and crossing her legs.

"Come to me," Stacey whispered, and I did, crawling over and kneeling right in front of her. My bed was a little bit on the high side, so her legs dangled, and that turned out to be perfect for her as she swing her leg forward, kicking me in the groin. My already battered balls blazed when the top of her foot hit me, but she didn't know how much it hurt... or didn't care. She kicked me again, and a third time, the hardest of the day. I groaned and bent forward, laying my head in her lap as I moaned, gratefully but pathetically.

"I need to get a dress to go with these," Stacey said, referring to her high heels, gently rubbing the back of my neck to comfort me. "Can we go to the mall? I'll leave the shoes on so you can tell me if they match what I try on."

I was far too turned on to tell her no. After some time to recover, we got into my car, and drove off to the mall, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop myself from ogling her in public.

To be continued...

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