She pieces it together

Opening her eyes was a struggle. It felt like someone strapped weights to her eyelids during the night. Who would do such a thing? Her head was pounding, and her entire body creaked in protest at the mere notion of getting up. Can you grow to become a morning person? She wondered. Why couldn’t the world just wait for her to get a good night’s rest?

The thought of simply going back to sleep crept into her head, like it did every morning. And Wendy found herself seriously entertaining it… like she did every morning. Her cheap mattress and flimsy sheets felt simply heavenly through the lens of her morning haze; but after a couple thoughtful moments, she finally decided against it. Responsibility just barely won out in the end.

Turning over to check the time, Wendy suddenly registered the warm feeling against her face. Elle’s sleeping form, that of her own foot, laid nuzzled against her on their pillow. She took a moment to appreciate the feeling of her own soft sole being cupped against her cheek, smiling whenever her toes twitch unconsciously. Turning her head, she planted a quiet kiss on her pinky toe before carefully sitting up.

Wendy had quickly learned, after their first night together, that her left leg had become infinitely more flexible. Also, while she maintained full control of her leg when Elle slept, she couldn’t properly move her foot or toes until the latter awoke. This made getting ready in the mornings awkward at times, but Wendy didn’t really mind; she was just happy to have someone to share a bed with.

She reached next to her pillow for her phone but surprisingly it wasn’t there. Strange. She definitely left it there last night. After moving her sheets aside and digging around for a bit, she spotted the reflective screen near the foot of her bed. A curious place for sure; but what’s more, she noticed that her right sock had been pulled up, revealing part of her foot. That, she was certain she didn’t do.

Stretching forward and feeling some of the morning stiffness leave her back with a crack, Wendy retrieved her phone.

7:58 AM, the display read.

Not even 8 yet? That’s a first.

Straightening herself back up, she prepared to turn off her usual series of morning alarms lest they startle the both of them later. What greeted her upon unlocking her phone, however, was not the home screen as she had left it. It was some website she’d never seen before.

Is this what Elle was reading yesterday? Let’s see… CHYOA dot com?… Interactive Eroti…

Wendy blushed as she suddenly realized what sort of site she was on. But for a moment, instead of just closing the tab, curiosity got the better of her. She glanced at a couple sentences, managing to get the gist of the story Elle had last read, before finally catching herself.

Wait, what am I doing? More importantly… how did Elle find a site like this?

She glanced at Elle, still sound asleep on her pillow, and then at the end of bed where she’d found her phone and noticed her half-removed sock. It took a moment to process the situation. The story, her sock, it was a lot to take in; but soon it all clicked, and her blush grew three shades deeper.

Is… is this what Elle’s… into?

Wendy slowly reached out and pulled off the remainder of her sock. Her bare, unpainted toes greeted her. Wiggling them, she frowned a little. She couldn’t help but think about how charming and sensual Elle was in comparison. After all, they looked exactly the same; yet without the animated personality, her right foot just seemed a bit lackluster.

Despite that fact, she had to admit, it certainly didn’t look bad. Her toes were slender but not too long. Smooth, un-calloused skin. Gently wrinkled sole. A lot of the physical qualities she appreciated with Elle were still present, and now, it would seem, Elle appreciated them too. Without thinking, Wendy raised her sock towards her nose and gave it a whiff. A coy smile slowly crept onto her face as she bit her lower lip.

Well… we are dating now after all. And, if that’s the case th—

A loud buzz interrupted her thoughts, and she was suddenly reminded of the forgotten plans to turn off her alarms. So much for not being startled. A quick swipe across the screen muted the noise. It quieted down just in time for Wendy to hear a quiet yawn emanate beside her.

“Mmmm… huh?” Mumbled a sleepy Elle.

“Morning, sleepy toes. Rise and shine!” Wendy beamed at her foot.

“Morning, Wendy~” Elle smiled, stretched her toes, and let out another small yawn.

Wendy felt a familiar loss of control in her leg, as she watched it swing around off the pillow. Her foot lifted itself up to be eye level before starting to lean in towards her. Wendy gladly reciprocated and the two shared a short kiss. Knowing what she knows now, she tried to focus on the taste that lingered on her lips. It was a little sweaty, but it wasn’t bad at all.

“Never gets old, huh?” Wendy said with a wink.

Elle blushed.

“Suddenly shy again? You’re the one who started it.” Wendy giggled, “Anyways, we should get ready. I have a lecture in an hour.”

“Ok!”