The 27 of 2017: Part 3
The world of online dating didn't exist back when I was last single. It was an exciting, fresh concept that finally became a place I could explore. Trust me when I say I was picky. It took weeks of messaging people before I actually found a person that I felt was suitable to go on my first date, or adventure, with. I told so many of my friends and myself that if I were ever to be single again that I would be the best damn single person there was. I said I would take risks and not waste my time so there it began. Then one Saturday morning a man named Grant sent me a message. Welcome to my first ever date since being single; meet number one.
Grant and I spoke very briefly when we first "met" but there was something about his vibe and responses that gave me a sense of trust and curiousity; not to mention he had the most gorgeous smile and was handsome as all hell. Looking back, I shouldn't have said yes, to a lot of things, but I did. I most certainly put my own safety at risk but I trusted my gut. For future reference, please don't do as I do but learn from what I do. I didn’t think things would develop so quickly nor did I think I would say yes. Did I ever say yes.
“Want to come over?” Grant said.
"To do what?” I responded hesitantly out of caution.
"Not to fuck.”
"Then absolutely.” I said feeling reassured. I painted a very wholesome picture of hanging out on his couch and watching a movie or having a deep conversation to get to know one another. How far off could I be?
I don’t know how I mustered up the courage to do it but he gave me his address and I started to get myself ready. He quickly called me to make sure I knew where I was going and I felt so much better after hearing his voice for a few minutes. I made sure to tell my friend Jamie where I was headed. He couldn’t believe that I was actually going; nor could I. Best damn single person, I kept reminding myself. I had to jump in somehow.
When I arrived at his place, he greeted me with a hug and showed me around. Somehow, at the age of twenty-two, this guy was a pilot and managed to live in an extremely lavish apartment. New appliances, high ceilings, crown molding, and a brick wall in his living room filled me with envy. Even if nothing came of it, I had the opportunity to scout out apartments for when I was out of the student lifestyle. He put on music and we talked for a bit to get to know one another. It was the typical movies, music, and interests conversation you could expect from a first date. My instincts paid off; he was sweet, fun, and made me feel completely comfortable.
"So you're a pilot?" I asked
"Yeah. Graduated a few months ago and decided to move here to work. I travel to the East Coast often. Isn't that where you're from?"
"Yes. I'm happy to have escaped the small city life for here."
"Me too. You don't have an accent. I would say you could pass for a city girl." He responded with a sly grin.
"You have no idea how big of a compliment that is." I grinned.
Grant didn’t have time to shower before I came over so he left me with music downstairs giving me the opportunity to check in with Jamie to gush about how nice he was and what a good time I was having. I ensured him I would fill him in with all of the details after. Jamie had been my rock since day one of my program. He heard every relationship and life problem or accomplishment I had. I don't think I can ever thank him enough for the support and light he has been in my life and I don't think my words can ever adequately describe that feeling.
Not too long after he left, Grant came back downstairs after showering.
“I have to go volunteer in about an hour but do you want to start a movie?” He asked.
“Sure.” I responded as we headed upstairs to his room.
He turned on Christmas with the Kranks, shut off the lights, and crawled into his bed underneath the blankets.
“Oh, we are going under the blankets then?” I asked, moderately surprised.
“Yes, but I have to ask you to do something first.” He said smiling.
“What is it?”
“Can you take your socks off?”
“What?” I said while laughing.
“Well, I kind of have a foot fetish and I’m also super OCD and don’t know if your socks are clean or not.” He said jokingly.
“Seriously?” I laughed even more.
“Have you ever known someone with a foot fetish?”
“Well, I don’t think he had a foot fetish but I’ve given a foot job before.”
“Really?” He said curiously. “And he didn’t have one?”
“I don’t think so. I think he just liked how it felt. I don’t know. It was kind of fun” I embarrassingly responded and laughed even more as he grinned.
I crawled under the covers and curled up next to him. He held me and we started watching the movie with no more mention of feet. Thank god.
“I’m still hot from that shower.” Grant said, pulling off his shirt and curling back next to me. His chest felt rough and chiseled. It was clear he worked out often. Damn, how was this my first ever date?
We watched the movie for about an hour before he checked his phone for the time.
“I have to get going soon.” He said after pausing the movie. He got up to turn the lights back on and the tv off. “So how about a foot job?”
“What?” I laughed being taken off guard. “I don’t think so.”
“But you built it up so much.” He said.
“Not tonight.” I said again trying to laugh it off.
“Well how about I give you a foot massage?”
“I could never say no to that.” I replied, being the idiot of first dates.
He began rubbing my feet and I remembered how amazing foot massages felt. I laid there so relaxed and blissed out and completely naïve.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of him as he massaged my foot; he looked so good shirtless. I don’t know how it happened or what happened but Grant whipped out his fully erect penis and rubbed it up against my feet. Yes, I didn’t skip anything between. There was no warning. It just happened as quickly as that. I didn’t know what to do. I just laid there and saw the arousal on his face. I started rubbing my feet up again his bulging shaft and didn’t stop to question what I was doing.
I don’t know if you have ever given a foot job before. Is it a common thing? Are foot fetishes common? There was so little I knew. Sex and the City exposed me to a man giving out free shoes wanting to see Charlotte's feet in them but never prepped me for this. Foot jobs work all of your core and leg muscles. You often are flat on your back, moving your feet up and down against the shaft, with every muscle burning in effort to jerk a man off. I knew I couldn’t keep this up for more than a few minutes so I stopped and told him my legs were getting tired. He then lifted up my foot, put it up to his mouth, and started sucking on my toes while rubbing his penis.
“Can I come on your feet?” He asked, toe partially still in his mouth.
I had come this far so for some reason I responded with a “yes”. I didn’t have time to process anything that was happening. He pulled down his sweatpants and grabbed a towel to put underneath my feet. He stood there at the side of the bed, at least a foot away from me, butt naked, rubbing his shaft. My feet were placed on top of the towel. Now, my feet weren’t moving. They were completely still. I wasn’t rubbing them together nor was I doing any sort of sexual movement with them, if that is even possible, or any sort of movement for that matter. Can I remind you of the fact that I was completely dressed, in a long sleeve sweater and pants. He was not touching me in any way nor was I touching myself or him. I laid there, like a body in a coffin, with my feet planted on the edge of the bed, watching him furiously rub on his erection while starring directly at my feet. I can’t even imagine what expression was spread across my face in that moment. Not that it mattered anyways because Grant was fully focused on my feet; nothing else. He tilted his head back and immediately came all over my feet.
Grant dropped me off at the nearest metro on the way to volunteering and gave me the most half-assed peck, that I initiated, before leaving. He came on my feet; I didn’t want to leave without even kissing him. As I left the metro station holding back laughter, I immediately called one of my best friends.
“You are not going to believe a single word I am about to say but all of it is true.” I said trying to keep myself together and not keel over laughing.
And so the story of Grant, now better known as Footie, has been spread from friend to friends of friends. After telling this story, there are so many times that I have been asked “can I tell my friend this story if I don’t mention your name?”. I can’t turn down spreading such a gem as this. I do feel bad from time to time as his sexual preference are his own personal situation that I shouldn’t being using for humour but the way he handled going about that preference was far from okay. The boy wiped out his penis on my feet without warning, I think that warrants a few laughs. So now, I guess you can share this story with whomever, whenever. Trust me when I say that it makes an interesting and amazing ice breaker on first dates. I’m not one to promote lying but if you happen to find yourself with a sticky situation on your hands, or should I say feet, feel free to use it at your discretion.