Nervously

Amy stepped into the bathroom soon after McKayla finished with her shower. She hummed to herself as she set down her fresh set of pajamas, her towel, and her black-framed glasses near the sink. She undressed and was about to start the shower before looking down and seeing something she deemed unbelievable.

She snagged McKayla’s dirty socks that were left on the tiled floor.

She looked over her shoulder despite the bathroom door already being locked and closed, before grinning to herself. She had a pretty major foot fetish, and McKayla just inadvertently provided something that satisfied it.

Unfortunately for Amy, McKayla would always be on top of doing her laundry, and her footwear would always be locked away in her room or on McKayla’s feet. But now, she finally had something to herself.

Upon closer examination, she frowned.

The socks were filthy. She did like dirty socks, yes, but these were soaking wet, presumably from the bike ride from earlier. She frowned, holding them close to her face to see if any odor emanated from them, only to be disappointed. She didn’t give up that easy, though. She turned and held them above the sink, wringing each one out which coated her hands with the dirty water.

She grinned as she smelled them again, now in euphoria as she sat on the toilet fantasizing about her roommate’s feet. As she held them to her face and seemed to be in heaven, her fingers began contracting and twitching, causing her to soon drop the socks.

McKayla was panicking. The situation had only gone from bad to worse, and it didn’t help that she was too embarrassed to try to get help. What would she even say to Amy? “Help, my feet are grinding me against my wall?”

She had been in this predicament for well over an hour now. Her feet and legs somehow manipulated her to walk into the wall next to her desk, and no matter what she tried to do to deter them, they continued rubbing her crotch against anything it touched. She already tried leaning backwards, but the legs would correct her stance and continue. She tried covering her crotch with her hand, but they just grinded against that, too. She tried pushing away from the wall, but her legs **** her to grind against her bed that she fell on. She had been in nearly every spot in her room trying to control herself but she couldn’t. And it was getting scary. Her clit was swollen by now, and it didn’t help that she was still fully clothed.

Seemingly running out of options and aching for climax, McKayla moaned as pulled down her sweatpants, revealing a wet pair of underwear enveloping her pussy. Before she could do anything, a gentle knock was heard coming her door, to which she whipped her head in the direction of.

“D-Don’t come in! I’m c-changing!”

But the door creaked open, and fingers could be seen gripping the side of it as it swung open. Amy stood there with a terrified expression on her face, and her hands raised in front of her waving at McKayla.

McKayla couldn’t stop grinding against the wall. Her legs wouldn’t relent, and she was **** to stand there as Amy sheepishly watched.

After a very awkward moment between them, McKayla finally spoke.

“W-What are you doing? I told you to not come in!”

“I… I-I didn’t want to.” Amy said, her hands still raised in front of her. “I didn’t want to open the door.”

McKayla’s cheeks were already red, but they blushed even more after hearing her pointless response.

“Then….Then get out! What are you doing just standing there?”

Amy’s right hand wagged a finger.

“I can’t,” Amy said, “my hands won’t let me.”

McKayla’s eyebrows furrowed. She watched as Amy tried to step backwards, only for her hands to not budge an inch. She leaned backwards at an angle in which she would fall, but her hands remained in the exact same position they were in after she stepped in, keeping her upright. As a final show, she tried collapsing, showing that her hands literally kept her off the ground which left her almost floating. And they did not move at all.

Amy’s left hand wagged a finger. Together, both hands dragged Amy towards McKayla, and only then did McKayla’s legs relent and turn towards her. Her legs walked her over to her bed and they jumped on, causing her to fall on her back while Amy made her way over to her. Amy’s hands pulled her onto the bed, and toward McKayla’s swollen pussy which was revealed after her legs spread wide.

“Amy, you can’t control your hands?” McKayla nervously asked.

Amy looked up from her position.

“N-No. I don’t know what’s going on.” She replied.

“I…can’t control my legs.”

“I-“

McKayla’s left foot shut Amy up before she could reply by pushing its heel into the back of her head, forcing her face in McKayla’s pussy. Her hands assisted by her left holding her head in place, and the right pulling her mouth open.

This was getting out of hand.