Girls in the dorm

This story is a creative adaptation of a sketch into a couple of paragraphs, published by comrade Alexander from the forum fееtspаcе-fоrum.ru in 2009. Taking its plot outline as a basis, I developed the idea, added descriptive parts, and brought it all into a more or less literary form. I hope the author won't hold a grudge against me, although I couldn't get in touch with him.

It was a warm autumn day when I decided to stop by the dormitory after classes to visit my friend Margarita from the neighboring stream. Anticipating a cozy evening of pleasant conversation and a bottle of liqueur, I knocked on Margo's door. Imagine my surprise when instead of Margo, the door was opened

by a girl I didn't know. The stranger was dark-haired and brown-eyed. Her short skirt barely reached the middle of her slender thighs, and the pink top perfectly accentuated all the advantages of her figure. I also noticed that the girl was walking around the room barefoot, and the nails on her toes were painted with bright red polish. It shone so brightly that one might think she had done her pedicure no more than an hour ago.

"Hello," I greeted her, slightly embarrassed, "where's Margo?"

"She said she wouldn't be here today," the girl replied and invited me in.

I took off my sandals and entered the room. We introduced ourselves. The beautiful stranger introduced herself as Polina and said she was a fifth-year student at our university. From further conversation, I learned that Margo had gone to visit one of her many friends and was unlikely to be back before tomorrow morning. Feeling a slight annoyance, I was about to say goodbye to Polya and go home, but she unexpectedly asked:

"So, were you planning to go somewhere together?"

"No," I waved it off. "Just to sit, chat, have a little liqueur..."

"Maybe you'll stay?" Polya perked up. "We can have some liqueur together if you're not in a hurry. I'm sitting here alone and I'm bored. I have fruit, cigarettes, sweets—well, the liqueur is on you."

It was awkward to refuse, besides, Margo's new roommate had seriously piqued my interest.

"No problem," I smiled, "I'm in no hurry, and I have the liqueur with me."

"Great," Polya smiled back and headed to the refrigerator.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Polya inquired.

"No," I admitted honestly. "There have been various ones, but none stayed."

"Why?" she wondered. "They weren't suitable?"

"Probably. Maybe I just don't know myself who exactly I want to see by my side. So I keep looking."

"Just like me," Polina nodded. "Margot has it easier with that."

That's for sure! Stories about my friend's bedroom exploits were a favorite gossip topic for almost all the students at our university, and sometimes they were so detailed that I couldn't help but blush.

Cigarette smoke rose to the ceiling. We were getting drunker and drunker.

"You know, Kristy," Polya said thoughtfully. "I've been looking at you all evening and thinking that you have very beautiful feet."

"Thanks for the compliment. Usually people tell me I have beautiful eyes. Or hair. But I'm hearing words like that for the first time," I tried to joke it off.

"No, I'm serious. May I?"

I didn't have time to answer, and Polya already took my right foot and placed it on her lap. It was pleasant to feel the warmth of her thighs and the light touches of her soft, gentle hands on my foot. For a while, she just stroked it, running her fingers over the sole and toes, which tickled me a little, but then suddenly she brought it to her face and gently touched the hardened skin with her lips.

"Goodness, Polya, what are you doing?" I exclaimed in amazement, instinctively freeing my foot from her hands.

"Does it feel unpleasant? Or are you just scared?" Polya asked seriously, tilting her head to the side.

I couldn't answer anything. To admit that even these light touches had aroused me was beyond my strength. Not waiting for an answer, Polina whispered gently:

"Just trust me. Okay?"

I nodded, trembling at the mere thought that her tender lips would touch my feet again. Rationally, I understood that what we were doing was wrong and indecent, but my mind was already quite clouded by alcohol, and my body craved further caresses. Polya gently touched my feet again and said quietly:

"As soon as I saw you in those sandals, Kristina, I got terribly excited. I desperately wanted to see you barefoot. And then, when you agreed to stay, I just couldn't sit still, I wanted so much to touch your feet."

Understanding that I should say something too, I stammered and admitted that, seeing her freshly painted toenails, I also couldn't take my eyes off them all evening, although I myself couldn't understand why. Polya didn't answer, just smiled and bent down to my feet again. She gently kissed my ankles, and then quite openly began passionately licking my bare soles. Her tongue was wet, warm, and soft. It seemed that pleasant warmth spread throughout my body from its touches. I was a little ticklish, and sometimes Polya herself deliberately tickled my feet with her long nails, making me involuntarily wiggle my toes, exciting her even more.

Her caresses were passionate and skillful, the feeling of guilt and shame had irrevocably gone, but I already clearly felt that my panties had become wet from excitement. Polina licked my toes, occasionally gently biting them, and I felt that I was about to reach orgasm. Involuntarily, I began to moan, and when Polya started sliding her tongue between my toes, I couldn't hold back and came.

Catching my breath, I smiled gratefully at Polina. I also wanted to give her pleasure, although I understood that I couldn't caress her as confidently and skillfully as she had just caressed me. Nevertheless, I bent down to her feet. She had very well-groomed, tender toes, without calluses or abrasions. I cautiously touched her ankle with my lips, inhaling the barely perceptible scent. For quite a long time, I covered Polina's feet with gentle kisses, afraid to venture into something more.

"Don't be shy," Polya encouraged me. "If you want, suck my toes."

I obediently took the big toe of her bare foot into my mouth. With delight, I sucked on it, and then—all the other toes in turn and together, on one foot and the other. Her feet smelled of tender female skin with a slight scent of sweat. It was such an arousing, such a sexy, such a depraved smell! Finally gaining courage, I kissed the bare soles of my unexpected partner, sniffed them, ran my tongue over them, lightly bit them, licked the bare, shameless heels. Raising my eyes, I saw that Polya had slipped her hand under her skirt and was now masturbating with delight.

"Now with your tongue between my toes," she moaned. "Come on, Kristy!"

I fulfilled Polya's wish and began to slide my tongue between the toes of her feet, licking them. Polina sensually wiggled her toes in front of my face, and I passionately caressed them with my tongue and lips, inhaling the indescribably arousing aroma of bare female feet. I briefly tore myself away from these now so-desired feet to catch my breath, but Polya didn't give me a break:

"Not now, Kristy," she purred, "lick my heels a little more, I want to come."

With all my heart wanting to give my new friend this pleasure, I again pressed myself to her feet. Already soft and tender, now they were also wet—there was no longer any spot on them that my tongue hadn't touched. Finally getting worked up, I also started masturbating. My finger moved in my crotch, and Polya groaned through her teeth:

"Come on, my joy, come on more! You have such a tender tongue."

On the wave of another approaching orgasm, I forgot about everything in the world. There was only a warm wave of wild pleasure—and the toes with bright red polish in front of my face. Polya had already stopped holding back and was moaning out loud, incoherent curses mixed with tender words flying from her lips.

"Your lips smell so nice, Kristy," she exhaled, pulling away from my lips.

"Of course, I just kissed your feet," I replied with a smile.

Without taking her lips off mine, Polya began confidently undressing me. I didn't resist, now I was ready to give myself to this girl completely and forever. As soon as my nipples, swollen from excitement, were freed from the bra, Polya pressed herself to them, licking and biting them. After a couple of minutes, she pulled off my thoroughly soaked panties and pressed them to her face with delight, inhaling my scent. Meanwhile, standing completely naked in the middle of the room, I could hardly control myself and almost forcibly tore off Polya's underwear, revealing her flawless body, high breasts, and a triangle of black curly hair. Her panties were also wet.

I still hadn't recovered from the previous orgasm, so Polya sat me in a chair, and she herself knelt on the floor and again began gently caressing my feet. This time her touches were different—light, weightless. Sometimes Polya's tongue literally fluttered over the surface of my skin, not touching it—only on the verge of sensation did I feel something warm, wet, and infinitely tender somewhere nearby, promising to send me on a new sensual flight with skillful caresses. Gradually, I relaxed again, and my breathing became even. Seeing this, Polya began gently stroking my thighs, slowly paving a path of kisses from my ankles upward. Unable to hold back any longer, I opened myself to the skillful caresses, throwing my legs over the armrests of the chair. Polya immediately buried herself in my crotch. Her tongue worked so assertively that I immediately lost control again. In some kind of haze, I shamelessly flowed, now pinching my hardened nipples, now pressing Polya's head even tighter to my crotch. Her tongue danced in a crazy dance from my clitoris to the entrance of my vagina, sometimes she gently bit my labia, and soon her slender finger was inside me. I felt it sinking deeper and deeper, making me literally arch from pleasure.

I held back with all my might, trying to prolong this pleasure, but I felt that a new orgasm was about to overwhelm me. But Polya felt my body no worse than I did myself. The caresses became slower and more cautious, giving me the much-needed respite but still keeping me on the very edge. Finally, Polya completely lifted her face from my crotch. Her lips and chin glistened from her own saliva and my secretions. Smiling, Polya licked her lips contentedly and sat on the floor, stretching her graceful legs toward me. And now, her toes were carefully parting my labia, touching my swollen clitoris, cautiously searching for the entrance to my vagina, gradually becoming covered with my juices. When the big toe with the bright pedicure plunged inside me, I involuntarily moaned—so desired was this pleasure.

I wanted Polya again, wanted to caress her feet, wanted to lick her toes. Grabbing her left foot, I pulled it toward me. Polya willingly moved her foot away from my vagina and stretched it out so I could caress it. Now again, as not long before, I literally reveled in this slightly hardened skin, these shameless pink heels, these graceful toes. This time, the smell and taste of the girl's skin were mixed with the salty taste of my own secretions. Polya watched with a smile as I licked her foot, as I ran her heel over my nipples—but she didn't forget to fuck me with her right foot, the toes of which were still plunged into my vagina.

Naturally, this couldn't last long—less than a minute passed before I came. I was shaken by an orgasm, the likes of which I probably hadn't experienced in my entire life. My vision darkened, and I rather felt than saw how Polya freed her foot from my still pulsating after orgasm vagina and extended it to me. I obediently began to lick off my own juices, the taste of which had become even more intense, slowly coming to my senses.

"That was something," I finally exhaled. "Nothing like that has ever happened to me before."

Polya lay on top of me and covered my lips with a long kiss:

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said with a smile. "I see you're already tired. Will you lick me a little, sunshine? It's hard to hold back when such a sweet girl is licking your feet—I'm on edge again, I want to release. Then we'll both rest, okay?"

I didn't need to be asked twice—now I was ready for anything, just to give at least some pleasure to the girl who had lifted me to a previously unseen peak of bliss. I impulsively jumped up from the chair, yielding it to Polya. She leisurely settled into my spot and playfully spread her legs apart, opening her crotch to me. I immediately pressed myself to the alluring bud, the petals of which had already opened slightly from light excitement. It would seem that nothing could arouse me today—but I felt that I was getting wet again. Now everything aroused me. I was aroused by the heat of a body so responsive to my clumsy caresses. Aroused by the tingling of pubic hair as stiff as thin wire. Aroused by Polya's intimate scent, aroused by her wet labia, aroused by the intense taste of her love juices. Aroused, finally, by the very fact that I was now so tenderly and gently licking the crotch of a girl I hadn't even known yesterday.

I couldn't caress my new friend as confidently and skillfully as she had just caressed me—I had too little experience for that. But I put in all the effort to give Polina pleasure—I worked diligently with my tongue, helped with my fingers, sometimes parting her tender labia and caressing the exposed nub of her clitoris, sometimes—plunging my fingers into her wet, hot womb.

Polya was sufficiently aroused by the previous activities, so she soon began to yield even to my inexperienced caresses. I felt her breathing quicken, her heart accelerate its pace. Polya began to moan, first barely audibly, but then—louder and louder.

"With your tongue, Kristy, with your tongue," Polya moaned, "and deeper, sunshine."

Soon, words finally gave way to moans. Giving in to passion, Polya began to writhe with her whole body, and finally came, pressing my head tightly to her heated crotch. For me now, the whole world had shrunk to her tender womb and the mound of curly hair before my eyes, I was short of air—but I still continued to lick the warm moisture with my tongue, trying to give Polya the last seconds of pleasure, so important after the climax. After a minute, Polya's grip weakened, and I was able to lift my face from her crotch.

"Thank you, Kristin," she exhaled, still stroking my head.

A quarter of an hour later, we fell asleep in each other's arms on her bed. If Margo had decided to show up earlier, she probably would have been very surprised to see us, naked, sleeping in each other's embrace. Or maybe she wouldn't have been surprised—who knows how roommates spend their evenings?