Summer Games

by Goth Fairy

When I was nine years old my best friend in the entire world was Natalie. She was a year older than me, and she was great. We made a great team—I was a real tomboy, and she was a serious brain. She always helped me with my homework—okay, she did a lot of it for me—and I could beat up anyone who picked on her for being smart, even if they were a grade higher than me. That was actually how we met when I was in first grade—a girl and a boy were playing keep-away with one of her books on the way home from school. I didn’t like it, so I just ran over and decked the boy and they both ran off.

It was the summer vacation after fourth grade, the middle of June. Death weather, if you’re in Tucson, Arizona. The kind of heat that just beats you down if you’re stupid enough to be outside in it—the kind where you can’t even tell you’re sweating until you lick your arm and realize it’s salty. I was out in the middle of it though, walking to Natalie’s house because she just called to tell me she was back. She had been staying with her aunt and uncle up in Phoenix for the last two weeks, and I was really excited to have her back.

My blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail that was hanging out the back of my favorite baseball cap. I had a white tanktop and a pair of blue shorts that I had really outgrown last year, but I liked them. I thought it was too hot for real shoes, so I’d just thrown on a pair of flip-flops. I didn’t bother with any sunscreen—it was a really short walk and I had already tanned up really nice, my bronzed skin really setting off my bright blue eyes.

Natalie would have needed the sunblock though—she was Irish, and had very, very fair skin, with a pale dusting of freckles over her face, shoulders and arms. Her eyes were dark green, and she had the most amazing hair—long, beautiful red hair that reached halfway down her butt—I don’t think she had ever had it cut in her life.

As soon as I came into sight of her house she came bouncing out of her front door, her fiery hair flying out behind her. She had on a pair of faded jeans and a Beauty and the Beast t-shirt with a pair of pink and white sneakers. Her face was kind of pink—it looked like she had picked up a little sunburn in Phoenix.

“Jessica!” She squealed as she dashed out to give me a huge hug.

“Natalie! Did you have fun in Phoenix?”

“Uh-huh!” She giggled, “It was great—I had a lot of fun. I got to hang out with my cousin Jackie a lot—she’s so cool. She’s gonna start high school after summer break!” I let her drag me into her house while she kept telling me about everything that happened.

“Well hello Jessica—we missed you!” Natalie’s mother, who looked a lot like a grown-up version of her daughter, smiled at me from the kitchen. I smiled and waved back at her.

“Mom—me and Jessica are gonna play in the backyard.”

“Did you put on some sunblock?”

“Moooom!” Natalie’s mom sighed and shook her head.

“Fine, but stay on the porch and out of the sun. If that burn gets any worse you’ll be in trouble. Clear?”

“Clear!” Natalie quickly yanked me outside. I was a little surprised—she seemed really excited about something, and I couldn’t tell what. But as soon as the back door closed behind us she leaned in and whispered, “Let’s go to the trailer.” I smiled and nodded—Natalie’s parents had a big trailer in the backyard that they used whenever they went up to the mountains. Their family only went camping about once a year, if that, so most of the time the trailer was our special place—where we went when we wanted to be alone. That was why she was so excited—she had some kind of secret that she wanted to tell me.

We entered the dusty, musty-smelling interior of the trailer. It was a little stuffy in here, but way cooler than it was in the sunlight. It was very dim—all the shutters were closed, and we didn’t bother to open them. There was a small couch that could fold down into a bed on the left, with another mattress that could be slid out above it to make bunk beds. Directly ahead was the small kitchen counter, and to the right was a table surrounded by a low bench.

Natalie hopped onto the table, letting her legs dangle back and forth. I perched on top of the counter and looked at her expectantly. She was biting her lip, suddenly looking really nervous. “So what’s up?” I finally said, pitching my voice low and leaning forward.

“I stayed in Jackie’s room while I was with Uncle Jim and Aunt Beth.” She said, almost whispering as she looked around as if she was afraid someone was going to jump out at us. “She’s so cool—she smokes and she wears a leather jacket—I remember she was kinda mean to me when I was really little, but she’s so nice now.”

She kicked her legs out, looking down in her lap. “We played a game she showed me.” She said, really whispering now. “It was a secret game—” She slid off the table and went to the trailer door and locked it.

Now I was starting to get excited—the last time we locked the door, I had snuck two beers out of my house and we came here to try them. We had hated the taste, but we enjoyed the floaty little buzz they gave us. I felt my toes curling up—the way Natalie was acting was giving me a strange fluttery feeling in my tummy.

When the door was locked, Natalie leaned against it, her hands folded behind her back as she looked at me. “Wanna play?” She asked softly. I just nodded. She bit her lip again. “Promise you won’t tell? No matter what?”

I nodded again. “Cross my heart.” I said, doing so. She giggled nervously and hurried over to the couch. Now giggling myself, I bounced off the counter and followed her over. She looked at me, smiling shyly. In the gloomy light I thought her face looked even pinker now.

“You have to take your shoes off.” She whispered. Since I was just wearing the flipflops, I just kicked them off as Natalie removed her sneakers and frilly little socks. For a moment we just sat side by side and looked down at our feet, wiggling our toes. Natalie seemed to be getting her courage up. I had no idea what was going to happen, but the fluttery feeling was stronger than ever.

“Okay—” She finally whispered, her little voice shaking a bit. “I’ll go first—these are the rules—you have to stay quiet. If you make any noise, then we switch places. Okay?”

“—okay—” I nodded, still not understanding. Imagine my surprise when Natalie slipped off the couch onto her knees. She cupped my small foot in her hands, looking me right in the eyes. I didn’t really understand the look in her eyes, but I thought I probably looked the same way—my fingers dug into the couch cushions.

“Remember—you have to stay quiet—” She breathed as she lifted up my foot, and I could feel the air move against my toes. It made the fluttery feeling get so bad that I almost couldn’t breathe. I nodded again and clamped my mouth shut. So despite my shock, I didn’t make a sound as she opened her mouth, closed her pink little lips around my big toe and began to suck.

I couldn’t believe it—Natalie was sucking on my foot! I felt a little grossed out, just for a second, but it just felt so—good. Weird, but good. I could feel her wet tongue sliding in between my toes, and I had to hold my breath to keep myself from giggling—I was ticklish. But it was more than that—much more. The fluttery feeling had changed—and moved. Looking down at her licking and sucking on each one of my toes made me feel really hot all of a sudden, and there was this weird tingling feeling in my cunny. It was the same kind of feeling I got when I thought about ‘sexy things’ late at night and squeezed my legs together—but this was way stronger. I saw Natalie look up, but not at my face. She was staring, but I couldn’t figure out at what. Then I realized, and I could feel all the blood rush to my face. My legs were hanging wide open, and with my too-small shorts—she was looking right at my panties! Just as I realized that, I felt her tongue slide down and run right over the sole of my foot. It was like an electric shock ran right up my leg, and I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. I sucked in a huge breath and let out a long, soft moan that started to trail off into giggles. My foot suddenly felt cooler, and I knew it wasn’t in Natalie’s mouth anymore.

She was looking up at my face now, her lips parted slightly as she studied my face. “Did you like it?” She whispered. I blushed again as I realized I’d be admitting to enjoying having my feet sucked. She gave me the wondering little smile of a girl letting her best friend into a big secret. “I liked when Jackie did me—it feels kind of funny at first—but I really like it. And I liked it when I did her—” She blushed herself and looked down bashfully. “And you too—”

I suddenly felt really naughty—I knew that somehow we were doing something that we shouldn’t and that somehow, it was dangerous. And I liked it. “I made a noise.” I finally said. “That means it’s my turn, right?” Natalie looked back at me, and immediately we both broke out in breathless, nervous giggles.

She stood up, and I put my hands on her jean-clad hips. I didn’t know why—I just wanted to touch her. She sat down on the couch next to me, folding her hands really cutely in her lap. I slipped off the couch onto my knees and gingerly lifted up her foot. I had never really thought about it before, but Natalie had really pretty feet—they were so soft and pink and her toes all looked so cute.

“You can just kiss it.” She said in a soft, urgent tone. She was staring down at me, a fascinated expression on her freckled face. “That’s how Jackie had me start.” I nodded a little, pursed my lips and pressed them to the top of her foot. She didn’t really make a sound, but I could hear her let out a soft little sigh. I kissed her foot again and again, each time letting the kisses get a little longer and wetter. I kissed her toes, her sole, her heel, I kissed all over her foot, and each time I could feel her leg twitch a little bit and hear her breath suck in a little.

I looked up and smiled—her hands were still properly folded in her lap, but her head was tilted back, her eyes closed and her mouth opened just a little bit. Without letting my eyes leave her face, my tongue snaked out and just lightly brushed it over the top of her foot. My nose was filled with the soft odor of her feet, and the salty taste as I drew a little path to her toes made the blood pound in my ears.

The tingling in my cunny suddenly turned into a hot throb and I started to eagerly lick her foot all over, making the soft skin shiny and slick with girl spit. Natalie was making noises now, a lot of little mewling, giggling moans, but I didn’t care anymore—I just wanted to lick her all over.

Finally, I felt her hand on my head, and I looked up, my cheeks just as pink as hers. “I think I lost.” She panted, her face shiny with sweat in the hot, stuffy trailer. I giggled drunkenly and nodded, feeling a sudden urge to lick all the sweat off her face too. “That was great—” She whispered, her eyes shining. “Jackie just licked me a little when she did it—most of the time she just sucked on my toes and kissed me—getting licked all over felt great!”

Natalie slipped off the couch and knelt beside me. “Get up there and I’ll show you.” She whispered. Something in the air suddenly changed—she was so close I could smell her, and it made me start to shake. She looked right at me, and I knew she felt it too. Something was about to happen—something big.

But at that moment, Natalie’s mom called out across the yard, “Are you girls in the trailer?” We both jerked and yanked ourselves to our feet, jumping the short distance to the door in a panic. Natalie fumbled with the lock and finally pushed the door open.

“Yeah Mom!” She called back, her voice sounding kinda nervous and high-pitched.

“Okay—Jessica, your mother just called—they want you back home.” I felt a sudden surge of irritated disappointment and sighed.

“Alright—” I said sullenly. Natalie’s mom went inside and I slid my flipflops on as my friend pulled on her shoes and socks. “I’ll come back over soon.” I promised.

“Can we play again?” She asked, and I turned to smile at her. She was sitting on the couch with one shoe on. The other foot, the one I hadn’t licked, was still bare and she was holding it out, wiggling her toes at me. I licked my lips and walked over, placing a little kiss on the tip of each of her toes. We both started giggling again.

I was really sweaty by the time I walked the two streets that separated my house from Natalie’s. I was still feeling tingly all over, and there was a funny ache right between my legs. “Hey Jessi.” My mom smiled at me as I walked into the kitchen. “You look really hot, sweetie. Get some water and cool down. And then get changed! We’re going to the mall—” She grinned. “And then we might get some dinner at Denny’s!”

“Alright!” I cheered, more to make her happy than anything else. Denny’s was my favorite restaurant, but at the moment all I could think about was playing Natalie’s game again. I looked down—my mom was barefoot, and the thought of what her feet might taste like suddenly trickled through my head. That thought made me feel really funny—kind of dirty, in fact, but it made the ache in my cunny even worse. I quickly grabbed a big glass of water and dashed back to my bedroom.

I drank my water and laid back on my bed. After a couple of minutes I felt a little cooler, but the buzzing, tingling ache wasn’t any better. I stood up again and took off my shirt and shorts—as I removed my shorts I could smell a funny, spicy smell that seemed to be coming from my panties. I peeked inside and saw that my hairless cunny was red and kind of puffy—and it looked kind of wet, like I hadn’t wiped properly But I didn’t smell any pee.

I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing only my plain white panties. I thought of Natalie looking at them while she sucked my toes, and I shivered a little bit. I wondered what she would have thought if I hadn’t been wearing any panties, and she could look right at my private place. Then I thought what it would have been like if I hadn’t worn anything at all, and without a moment’s hesitation I took my panties off too, feeling deliciously naughty.

Of course, I’d been naked in my own room before, but this was a different kind of naked—this was ‘dirty’ naked. I lay down on my bed again, squeezing my thighs together as I thought of being naked while Natalie sucked on my toes. I turned over and started grinding my hips into my mattress—a huge surge of pleasure suddenly poured out of my cunny, and I moaned a little bit and buried my face in the sheets.

I started imagining all the dirtiest things I could think of. From Natalie and me both being naked while we licked each other’s feet, I started thinking of other girls we knew doing the same thing—I thought of mine and Natalie’s moms, both really pretty, sucking on each other’s feet while me and Natalie watched. I thought of Natalie watching me while I was humping the mattress like this, and then, for some reason, I thought about her rubbing her feet on my butt while I was doing it.

That sent me over the edge—I clenched my teeth together tightly and started grunting and moaning as I squeezed the sheets as tight as I could. It felt scary good—everything seemed to go all white and swimmy a wave of heat seemed to ripple through my whole body.

When everything finally subsided, I pulled myself off the bed, biting my lip as I saw the wet spot that was left there from my cunny. Looking from side to side I got close and sniffed it. I definitely wasn’t pee—but the smell made the tingles came back, even though what I had just done had made them get a lot quieter.

There was a knock at my door and I almost screamed as I jumped out of my skin. “Jess? Almost ready?”

“Yeah!” I squeaked, then took a deep breath and sounded calmer. “Yeah Mom—almost ready.” I quickly pulled some jeans and a t-shirt on, deciding that since the wet spot wasn’t pee, it was probably okay to just let it dry. I couldn’t wait till the next time—I had some new ideas to make the game even better!