Watching Each Other Touch Ourselves

Do I remember Nicole’s Mom
being next door? XXX I looked at Janet and she was ready to cry from laughter and stealing
glances through her clenched eyes. Her toes were steeped like teabags in sweat. I felt heat rise into my nose as if my face was
over a radiator and then a hot, wet pressure enveloped the lower portion of
my face as she gently pressed the ball of her foot and toes against my mouth
and then slowly dragged downward. Chris said, “Eeeww, doesn’t that
stink bother you?” and Janet chimed in with, “How can you stand it? I’m next!” to which Janet argued,
“No, me next!”. I was studying the spaces in between
her toes, thinking about how snuggly my tongue would press in between,
forming to the shape of the cavity and what delectable morsels I would be
scrubbing from the sides of her toes. As she did that, the ball of her sticky
sole rolled my bottom lip open and my