Teen Tormentress: Chapter 2

By: SoleMann

If I had known things would end up this way, would I have made the same choice?

I was dumfounded. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. The teenage daughter of my ex-girlfriend said she found her mother’s dairy, and has alluded to the fact that it contained all the sordid details of our “special” relationship. And to top it, she has just dropped sorbet onto her foot and asked me to lick it off.

“There’s that dumb look again. You better think fast, it won’t be long before it begins to melt in this summer heat, and start running down between my toes.” Then she wiggled her toes a little.

“You know, I don’t remember you being this naive. Tell you what, since you seem so oblivious, how about if I just spell it out for you.” She then crossed her arms and leaned back into her seat. “Here are your options… One, you drop to your knees, lick the sorbet off my foot, and we go back to your place and talk more about what I found in her journals. Or two, I reach down and wipe the sorbet off my foot with a napkin, get up and go never to be seen again, leaving you to wonder about what might have been.”

What to do, what to do? She obviously knows all about my foot fetish. She’s a gorgeous girl with beautiful feet. Why aren’t you on your knees already you fool?

“Clocks ticking, what’ll be?” she asked, while pretending to check her watch. “Don’t know if this matters, but when I scoped the place out the other day, I noticed that this table is hidden from prying eyes inside. If you don’t believe me, then how else would I have known to show up late to your place in order to make sure your seat would be in the hot sun?”

What, she’d been planning this for a while now? From the chance meeting in the store, to dropping sorbet on her foot, even down to forcing me to swelter in the summer heat?

That last cruel thought was all it took, and I bolted out of my chair to kneel at her feet. I glanced up at her, and she gave me a devious look, coupled with her adorable little smirk that told me I’d made the right move.

As I started to lap the sorbet off her foot, which had just started running down between her toes, she continued. “You know, the early part of her journals of when you two first started going out, were a nice little guide to getting us to where we are now. Almost from the start, she suspected you had an attraction to her feet, and would do things to subtly test the waters. Of course, all this foreknowledge, made it much simpler for me to assess and manipulate you.”

By this time, I had finished getting most of the sorbet off the top of her foot, and started working my way down to her toes. Although some of it had dripped down to them, the sweetness of the sorbet was starting to be replaced by the saltiness of her smooth tan skin. Just as I finished cleaning off the tops of her toes, she spread them apart and said, “Make sure there’s none in-between them.”

As I ran my tongue from the bottom of her big toe, to in between it and the next, my mouth was assaulted with a strong salty flavor.

“By the way, I had time to kill while I was waiting to make sure your seat would be in the full direct sun when we got here. So I decided to take a nice long walk out in the park. With the heat and humidity today, I think that might have caused my feet to get quite a bit sweaty. I hope you don’t mind.” She gave me a devilish little grin.

Did I mind? Actually… somehow her telling me that, just got me that more aroused and I doubled my efforts. Rather then just between her toes, I now started dragging my tongue from the ball of her foot, then slowly in between each toe trying to capture as much of the natural flavor of her foot as I could. Her walk in the park really did a number on her feet, which now explained the sheen on her skin when she showed up at my place earlier.

“I see you don’t mind. In fact, it almost seems to have made you work harder at getting them clean. I’ll have to make a note of that when we get back to your place. Speaking of which, I hope you had the common sense to put that wine in the fridge. We have much to discus tonight, and I figured a little wine would help things go smoother.”

Just then, we heard the door start to open. Thinking quickly, Amber tossed her napkin on the ground under the chair her feet where resting on. “No silly, it blew there, under the chair.”

Surprisingly, I wasn’t too far in the zone, and caught on to what she was doing. I acted like I was fumbling around under the chair for a couple seconds, and then came up producing her napkin.

“Everything alright out here?” the waitress asked.

“Yes, my napkin just blew under the chair, and I couldn’t reach it, so I had him crawl under my feet to get it for me.”

Her comment made me blush and slink down into my seat a little.

“How was your meal?”

“Excellent, my compliments to the chef.” Amber cheekily replied.

“And how did YOU like the sorbet?” the waitress asked, addressing me with a little smile.

“Great, it was just the thing for a warm summers day.” I tried to look up at her, but found it difficult with the sun beaming down just behind her head.

“I thought as much, since it looks like in your rush to finish you got some on your cheek there,” the waitress said, as she made a gesture with her hand on the side of her mouth.

Little did she know, that it wasn’t from my rush to finish my sorbet, but from me lapping Amber’s sorbet off her lovely tan foot and toes. But before I could say or do anything Amber spoke up.

“Here, let me get that for you,” and the next thing I knew, I felt her soft big toe go from the corner of my mouth and across my check wiping the remnants off my face.

I could feel my face getting warm and flush. One second she’s throwing her napkin on the floor in a subtle way to cover things up, and the next she’s brazenly reaching out her foot to wipe food off my face. It’s as if just when I think I have things figured out she throws me a curve ball.

“Are you OK?” the waitress asked. “Your face seems all red, is the sunlight too much for you?”

“Um… no I’m fine thank you.” I tried to look up at the waitress, but squinted due the bright sunlight. “Um, sorry miss, it’s just my eyes are a bit sensitive.”

“Oh, don’t be such a fuddy-duddy,” Amber said, as if to lighten the mood. “It’s just Catherine. Relax she knows how I like to goof around.”

Catherine? I had no idea who this young girl was, not that I could see much of her except a shapely silhouette.

“OMG, let me guess, you don’t remember her either? We used to hang out all the time when we were younger, Cat… we used to call her Kitty. She lives just down the street from you, you’re practically neighbors.”

Wait… this was the nerdy little cosplaying girl Amber used to have over, and play video games with? Man, has she filled out nicely.

Kitty placed the bill holder on the table. “No rush, you two can hang out here awhile if you like. As you can see, there’s not a lot of people out on the patio today. In fact, I think you have been the only two brave enough to face this heat.” She then turned to head back inside. “It was nice seeing you again.”

As she walked away, I could now get a better look at her. She wasn’t much taller than Amber, but had more of a curvy athletic figure. I gazed from her firm round behind, down her long shapely legs, to the cute little white anklets just poking out of canvas tennis shoes.

“Well, I’m ready to go when ever you are,” Amber said.

She then waved her lovely bare foot in the air and pointed to her sandal. I knew exactly what she was thinking, and as I started getting off my chair to put her sandal back on the foot I was just licking minutes ago, she continued.

“Oh, and be sure to tip Kitty well, she’s trying to save up for collage. I know the norm is 15%, but considering she’s a friend and you probably insulted her by not recognizing her, not to mention the way you ogled her as she left, I think that you should tip her 50%.”

At that, I almost dropped her sandal, as I was just about to place it on her foot. I’m not sure what hit me more, the 50% tip idea, or the fact that she caught me eyeing up Kitty. I thought I was being subtle, man was she a sharp one. I thought I might be getting in over my head.

I had hesitated putting her sandal on while thinking about what she just said, and she started pulling her bare foot away. I took this as a hint.

“Sure 50% sounds fair, and it’s the least I can do to help her out.”

At this, she extended her lovely long leg back toward me, and I slowly slid the sandal on her petite high arched foot. I then leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her French pedicured little toes.

“Nice, I think you’re starting to get with plan,” she said with that devilish little smirk.

I then placed the money in the bill holder, we gathered our things, and headed for the door. As we were headed in, Kitty was just heading back out to patio.

In passing, smiled at us, “Have a nice night, catch you all later.”

I then held the door open for Amber, partly to be a gentleman, but mostly so I could glance back and get one last look at Kitty’s fine figure. I watched as she sauntered past the other tables to the one where we were just sitting. As the door was slowly closing behind me, I watched as with one hand she reached down and checked the bill holder. Then with the other, she reached out to the umbrella pole and with a slight tilt of her wrist, suddenly our whole table was in the shade. Just before the door closed, she looked back, our eyes met, she smiled again and gave me one of those cutesy little finger waves goodbye.