I sat in my youth group, looking at the girl of my dreams. She caught me looking at her and she waved. In my mind I was screaming.
I might have made a little noise because my friend looked at me. Britney, the girl, started writing on a list or something. After the class she walked up to me and gave me the list. It said.
Want a kiss? Bring me, 4 cookies, warm milk, a purse, a necklace.
So the next week I bring the supplies. I begin to hand it to her but she says. "Feed it to me." So she puts her bare feet on my lap as I feed her the cookies and milk.
When my youth pastor, AJ, saw us he asked if we were destracted. "No." I said. Britney glared at me as he continued.
"Now, that you embarised me, if you want that kiss you have to rub my feet for the rest of this." She smiles. So I take one of her foot and start rubbing it. It was a little sweaty. Up down.
Up down. A couple minutes later I change feet. She started to doze off. When AJ caught her he called her out. She glared at me again. "Come to my house tomorrow." she says. I grown.
I go back to rubbing. Before we leave she has me scratch her feet cause the itch. She patted my head with her foot and left.
The next day I get to her house I realize im in trouble. Its set up like a spa. Foot soaks and baths, massage table, creams and candles. Britney is sitting in the living room watching a show.
"Hi! You want that kiss?" She said. Im surprised that it was that easy. "Well you made me look like and idiot. So now your going to make me VERY comfortable." I get the picture.
"What if I don't want that kiss anymore?" I ask. She clapped. A burley boy about 16 comes in. He is huge. He cracks his knuckles. I gulp. "OK. So what do I do?" I ask.
"Well I need my feet cleaned." She put her feet in a bowl of water. I kneel down and start to rub the dirt of with my hands. She giggles.
Once im done with both feet, she moves me to a massage table. "Rub my legs and feet with this cream." She lays stomach down. I take the cream and rub it into her legs.
When I start on her feet she spreads her toes in enjoyment. I rub in-between her toes, on her heels, and on the flats of her feet. She has me massage it in.
After a lot more rubbing and a lot more massaging she says, "You want that kiss?" I walk over to the couch. She props her feet up on my lap. "Kiss them." I refuse.
The boy comes over and smacks me. I double over, head in her feet. I lightly touch my lips to her feet. I go into a trance. I kiss them like 20 more times until she tells me to stop.
I am for ever her servant. Oh that's her right now. Time to massage some feet.