During my time in college I attended a commuter university in my home city, so I still lived at home until I went to work full-time. I had a very active social life at the time since most of old high school friends and my new college friends were almost always around.
My bedroom was small and full of my stuff, as it was the only space of my own that I had. Almost half of that space was my waterbed. So when company was over, which was often, somebody sat on the bed and somebody sat on the one chair. One day my friends Deanna and Jenna had dropped by to visit. Deanna was a rail-thin brunette and Jenna was a 'plump' red-head.
Deanna was an old friend from high school who lived in my neighborhood. We had ridden the bus home together for quite some time. Jenna was a newer friend from college who had recently begun dating another of my old high school friends, who she had met through me. I had never so much as kissed either of them. We'd never even flirted. We were all unquestionably "just friends."
I was sitting on a chair with my legs up on the bed. Deanna and Jenna were both sitting on the bed. As we sat and talked Deanna made herself more comfortable by innocently putting her feet on my lap. A few minutes later she shifted her foot and accidentally rubbed my crotch with it.
"Sorry." she said.
Jokingly, I said "Don't appologize. You can do that anytime you want." She got a coy little smile and left her foot where it was. We went back to our previous conversation, and slowly she started massaging me with her foot.
We kept talking and she kept rubbing me through my jeans, as if nothing was going on. She was making a game out of if to see if she could get me to stutter or forget what I was talking about, and doing a good job of it. She and Jenna were both getting a big kick out of this.
After a few minutes her foot got more brazen and I stopped trying to pretend I was having a conversation. I laid my head back on the chair and moaned.
"Ooh that's good..." I said.
She said "So you like my footjobs?"
"I'll say he does!" Jenna said, starring at the bulge I was making against my black jeans. "Do you think you can make him cum doing that?"
"Let's find out." Deanna replied.
She rubbed my cock with her feet for a long time, hoping to make me cum in my jeans, but I was nowhere near it. Suddenly, she sat up and put her hand on my bulge, gripping it hard and massaging it with her fingers.
"Oh, goddd..." I moaned.
Jenna sat forward and lifted my shirt over my head. Deanna ran her other hand up my chest lightly. Before long both of them where licking my chest, sucking my nipples, and teasing me with their hands. Then Deanna turned her attention back to my cock.
