Surprisingly well

Two hours had passed in the blink of an eye. The clamor of the restaurant slowly began to die down, dulling to the level of some idle background chatter. Wendy and her foot were happily chatting away, becoming more and more comfortable with each other.

Surprisingly, yet at the same time somewhat unsurprisingly, her foot was very easy to talk to as the two had a lot in common. They both liked watching movies and dressing up, and they both absolutely hated trudging back and forth across campus.

“M-maybe you could learn to walk on your hands.” Her foot stammered out the awkward joke at one point in the night.

Wendy paused for a second at this unexpected quip, but as soon as she processed what was said, she started cracking up.

“Ha! You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Wendy gave her foot a playful elbow nudge. It responded in kind, gently raising up and tapping her on the nose. They both chuckled in unison.

The evening had got off to a sluggish start, but it was shaping up to be quite the enjoyable outing. Her “date” was funny, nice, and rather cute to boot. Perhaps it was a side effect of technically drinking enough **** for two, but Wendy had never paid as much attention to her own foot as she did right now. She found herself admiring her high, graceful arches, and her toes were slender but not at all too long. Her skin was also naturally soft and uncalloused, allowing her soles to gently wrinkle whenever her foot laughed or felt embarrassed.

Wendy found herself delighting in every touch that they shared. Thinking about the night as a whole, it had been a hell of a long time since she had a date go this well. Maybe trying something new wasn’t so bad after all.

“So…” Her foot’s dainty voice brought her back to reality. “A-are you… having a good time?”

Wendy smiled.

“I’m having a great time. The best I’ve had in a while, actually.”

“R-really? You’re not just saying that… are you?”

Wendy paused for moment. Her foot’s toes fidgeted nervously.

“If I were just saying that, would I do this?”

Before her foot could react, Wendy leaned forward and planted a kiss right on its big toe. When she leaned back, she watched her toes curl and her wrinkled sole grow beet red.

“Hyahh—T-that’s not fair! I wasn’t ready…” The latter half of the sentiment was barely audible.

Wendy stifled a giggle. She wasn’t sure why she was being so forward. This wasn’t how she normally acted on dates. Nonetheless, something about the moment just felt right; the charming conversations, the endearing reactions that made her heart flutter, the pleasant alcoholic buzz from their Blue Hawaiians. She was glad she did it.

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” Wendy stuck her tongue out teasingly.

“I-I… Just watch!”

Her foot, still looking flush, hesitantly lifted itself towards her face. Its sole was so close that Wendy could feel the warmth from her own breath against her skin. After a moment’s hesitation, her foot press itself against her mouth. Wendy closed her eyes, readily surrendering to the moment.

Somehow, her wrinkles felt like a pair of delicate lips against her own. And as they parted, Wendy could feel a tongue push its way past her teeth, dancing across them before playfully tugging on her own tongue. She needn’t much more encouragement. Without dawdling, Wendy passionately returned the kiss, pressing forward, leaning into her foot.

She brought her hands up, caressing its back, pulling themselves closer. When she nibbled on the invading tongue, she felt toes scrunching against her face. At the same time, she heard small moan from her foot escape their embrace.

After several minutes, their lips finally parted with a quiet pop. A single strand of saliva hung between them. Both Wendy and her foot were breathing heavily, suddenly reminded of their need for oxygen. Wendy licked her lips before shooting her foot a coy smile.

“That was unexpected.”

Her foot looked away in embarrassment.

“S-sorry.” It mumbled.

“Don’t be.”