Floor

The way the living area was arranged, the best seat for being able to face both my family and my girlfriends was on the floor. I say criss cross apple sauce on one side of the coffee table which both couches tended to use as a foot rest. Directly across from me was Della on the left and Ava on the right. On the side of the table to my right was my sister farther left and my mother closer to me, on the right. On entry, my mother had removed her shoes while my sister opted to keep her slippers on.

"Feel free to kick your feet up." Della said to my family. I had the sneaking suspicion that she was trying to see the feet of my family.

"Right!" Ava said. "You can relax!" She and Della accentuated the point by kicking their bare feet up on the table. Their soles were pointed at me, but I noticed my mom and sister's eyes linger on their feet.

My sister leaned forward on the seat, "wow! Your pedis are so cute!" She said. "Did you do them yourselves?"

The four girls got along well. I was rarely giving input to the conversation, moreso enjoying the two bare soles across from me, the socked feet of my mother directly next to me, and bemoaning silently that my sister kept her slippers on.

At some point, Ava seemed to be just as disappointed as me that my sister kept her slippers on. "You can take your shoes off." She suggested. "We usually keep it pretty warm in here.

My sister blushed a bit. "I don't want to stink up the air with my feet." She said. "They sweat a lot in these slippers." She said. Della and I noticed that Ava became slightly dazed at the image of my sister's sweaty feet, and Della quickly stepped in.

"I'm sure they smell fine." She said. "Here, give me your slipper." She said.

My sister, looking shy, took one slipper off and passed it to Della. Della smiled at my sister before taking a deep inhale of the inside of the shoe. "See? They smell fine." She said before holding the opening of the slipper beneath Ava's nose.

Ava reflexively smelled deeply, getting a dopey grin on her face as she said, "they smell great! I mean, fine!" She said with a light blush.

I looked to my mom, who, to my surprise, reached down and grabbed Tiffany's other slipper directly off her foot. She held it to her nose and smiled at Tiff. "Yup." She said. "Smell fine."

For the rest of the time we sat there, my sister and mother were just in socks, and I watched Ava, less than subtly, practically drool over their feet.

Eventually, it was time for dinner. We decided to order - mom was footing the bill for pizza.

At some point, the topic of where my mom and sister would sleep was brought up. I said they could sleep in my room, but then the question of where I was sleeping was brought up.

I offered to sleep on the couch, but when we couldn't find any extra blankets, everybody denied it. It could get pretty cold in the apartment at night. This left 4 options. The room with Della, the room with Ava, my room with Mom and Tiff, or the currently empty bed of Roxy.