Tinkerbell Feet Novels & Stories

She started to move her leg back and forth, definitely calling attention to her heels. I couldn’t help but notice, as she did this, that she had the most beautiful feet and toes I had ever seen on an 18-year old girl. They were flawlessly polished the most stunning shade of baby pink imaginable. She saw me admiring her legs and toes, and she smiled at me, as if encouraging me to get all the eyeful I wanted.

It was time to pop my girl-on-girl cherry. As Sharkey’s jeans were currently around her ankles, a single tug at both heels freed them easily. I let them fall to the floor behind me, uncaring of where they landed. Running the tips of my fingers gently over the smooth soles of her feet, I laughed when I found out she was ticklish. Somehow, her soft laughter erased most of the tension in the room, and I became a bit bolder. Using the tips of my fingers, I gently ran them up the