Yes!

I was thankful that she picked up, but shocked that she sounded drunk even now that it was around 7am. She must have had a very long night.

"Roxy, where are you?" I asked. "Do you need me to pick you up?"

I heard her drunkenly laugh on the other end of the line. "Hehe.. I'm, uh, I'm at... porter..." She giggled. "Coommmmmeee, and get me perrvv." She said. I bitterly smiled at how far gone she was. Porter was her sorority house name, and clearly they had been partying the night before. I quickly explained to everyone the sitch before taking off. I grabbed an extra coat just in case, and was away.

Porter Hall was just a few minutes down the road. Even so, it was probably best that I retrieve her just in case. When I arrived, I realized just how big of a party it had been the night before. More than a few were splayed out on the lawn, and a pair of girls were sleeping with backs on the front door. I was shocked that they were able to sleep in this weather. I went up to the door, and after a moment of consideration, moved to shift the girls aside. On doing so, I felt the familiar energy bolts pass between me and them, but had no patience to try and look after them right now. I went inside the house, and was made to realize why some were on the lawn. It looked like a massacre, with the building clearly way over capacity. There was scarcely any room to walk freely. More than a few were accidentally touched, and I felt many bolts of energy spread out from me. I felt bad, because there was no way all of these girls could live up to the current harem I was already forming at the apartment.

Is what I thought. I finally found Roxy, and she was leaning against a girl who managed to rival my roommates in beauty. I also recognized her, as she was Roxy's best friend.

The Egyptian girl was named Chloe. She had dark hair and dark skin. She was a classic example of the dark and stormy beauty. She wore some gold accessories, looking like a modern day Cleopatra. In fact, I knew many who referred to her as Cleo because of this comparison.

As maybe my first intentional spreading of the fetish, I tapped both Chloe and Roxy and their shoulders. Roxy didn't respond, but the familiar bolt of energy shot Chloe's eyes open before she looked at me blearily. I got a sense of deja vu from when I had 'infected' Roxy. I spoke to the dark skinned beauty, "hey I'm here to pick up Roxy."

Chloe looked up at me with her green eyes that seemed to pierce my soul despite her clear intoxication. She smiled. "You're the pervert." She said, sure of herself. She lifted her foot up in a drunken swing. "You like feet." She said. Her foot was in a white ankle boot, and she pointed it right at my crotch. "You want?" She slurred.

Not one to take advantage of the drink girl, I made to move Roxy. Chloe whined. "If she goes, I.... I have to go too." She said. I sighed. It seemed I had picked up a second straggler.

Getting the two of them out of the house resulted in my bolting a few more people with the fetish energy, but when we finally got clear to the road, it was practically smooth sailing except for the two drunken beauties stumbling on my sides. I had given Chloe the spare jacket, as Roxy was still wearing the black one she had on when she left. Roxy still hadn't said a word, and was questionably conscious. Chloe, on the other hand, was constantly teasing me in her drunkenness.

"Roxy said that you, that you, that you smelled her shoe and that, that made you cum.." she slurred. She was clearly struggling with words right now. "Yoouu want to smell my shoe?" She asked. Without waiting for a response she suddenly exclaimed, "You want to smell my shoe!?" She seemed shocked at her own conclusion. Her face then softened as she then giggled. "Perv." I was realizing how exhausting it was to ferry very drunk people. I had to catch either one of the multiple times by now, and I was only halfway. I sighed. The rest of the walk, Chloe continues to pepper me with jokes about my fetish. When I finally made it to the door and I brought the two of them inside, the rest of the residents were eating breakfast. I noticed my mom looking particularly embarrassed, but didn't have the time to ask about it right now.

Ava and Della asked if I needed help, but I declined, not wanting to interrupt their meal. I just asked one of them to prepare a couple glasses of water. Ava was quick to comply.

I moved to Roxy's room and Roxy fell into her bed without undressing or anything. I sighed, and decided to take her shoes off for her at least so she could get under the covers. When I did so, Chloe remarked, "I knew you were a perv."

At this time, Ava walked in and gave Chloe a glass of water, I took the other and helped Roxy drink it. No doubt she would be waking up with a nasty hangover. I sighed as I helped Roxy get under the blankets. I turned to Chloe. "You good sleeping here?"

"Noooo..." She said. "Roxy snores." She laughed. I sighed and turned to Ava, "is it good if we reuse your bed?"

Ava smiled, blushing slightly, before she said, "sure! Anything for you." I lightly chuckled before ferrying the second drunk person to Ava's bedroom. I noticed as I walked through the common area that my mom was probably more embarrassed than when I first walked in, but had to prioritize putting the Egyptian to sleep.

When we got to Ava's room, Chloe fell onto the bed much like Roxy did. It was now that I remembered I had left Tiff's socks in the pillow cases, but figured it would be fine as there was no way a drunk person would notice. I also noticed that Chloe hadn't taken her shoes off either, and sighed as she looked at me expectantly. This girl and her obsession with teasing me was exhausting.

I pulled her boots off and, even with my current exhaustion at Chloe herself, couldn't help but marvel at her feet. True to her heritage, she had Egyptian toes decreasing in length from big down. Her dark skin was smooth all around, and her wrinkly soles looked mouthwatering. She has her toes painted pink, and I recognized that she must take good care of her feet. After pulling her boots off, I didn't have much justification to touch her feet, but I lightly massaged her arch for a second, just to get a feel of her soft sole. Seeing her dark feet now, I was able to forgive her relentless teasing the whole way back, and decided I needed to get at her feet once she sobered up. I helped her wrap herself in the blanket, and she insisted on leaving her feet outside. When I asked why she said, "So the perv can kiss them goodbye." She accentuated the statement with a toe wiggle. I sighed as I leaned down and laid a kiss on each of her soles, making her giggle. I finally was able to leave the room, and I was pretty sure that before I made it to the door that Chloe was out.

When I got back to the common area, I noticed that they had cleaned up from the meal, and had migrated to the sitting area. As I was approaching, though I observed something that definitely surprised me.