Jackie and Lizzie wrapped themselves against either side of me. We giggled and sighed together in a haze of satisfaction, until after a few minutes both girls began softly grinding their hips against the sides of my thighs. Lizzie reached down and began stroking my cock in rhythm with her and Jackie's slow, sliding thrusts against me. Plenty of my cum was still stuck to Jackie's chest and belly, and it lubricated her skin as she gently writhed against me. After several minutes of lazy, luxuriant gyrations full of delicious friction, each girl began approaching a strong but subdued climax. Their reactions inspired my own, and we all came together in a shuddering tangle. We giggled some more as our breathing slowed back to normal, and I fell asleep with two nude, sweaty, sticky, beautiful female bodies wrapped around me.
I awoke in the morning to see Lizzie was grinning at me and wiping me down with a wet washcloth. Jackie was gone along with her shoebox, but a couple of colorful, cylindrical plastic objects lay on Lizzie's desk. Loaners from from the box, I supposed.
"Yeah, I don't think this is doing the trick," Lizzie lamented as she gave up on my wipe down. "How about you hit the showers while I bundle up these sheets for the laundry."
I looked around and saw that the sheets were just as crusty and stained as I felt.
"Yes ma'am, right away ma'am!" I answered and hopped out of bed, dressed, and ran down the hall to my room for fresh clothes. I scrubbed a nightful of sweat and dried semen off of myself in the shower at the end of the floor, brushed my teeth, then got dressed and met Lizzie back at her room just as she was coming out the door with a laundry basket under her arm. She was dressed in a faded blue tank-top, dark green canvas shorts, and a pair of strappy leather sandals. The nails on her fingers and toes were both freshly painted in a shade of blue that almost matched her tank-top, and I salivated a little looking at her bare toes.
"Let's throw this in a machine and go do something in town," Lizzie suggested. I happily agreed, gave myself a quick pat-down to confirm I had my phone, wallet and keys, then followed her to the elevator. This time, after we entered the elevator and the doors closed, I took the laundry basket from her arms, dropped it gently to the floor, and took Lizzie in my arms. We fell together in a passionate kiss, our jaws slowly opening and closing in unison as our tongues swirled together. I lowered one hand to squeeze her ass, and she responded by pushing her hips against my groin. We both moaned a little, then let go of each other and separated just as the doors opened again at the basement level. We smiled at each other hungrily, stepped out of the elevator, and headed to the closest washing machine.
After starting a wash cycle, we headed back upstairs and outside to start our day. There was a bus stop close to the dorms, and we had student passes that were good for getting around town. Aimless, we took the first bus that came by and decided to see where it took us. The bus was about a third full of other students and locals, so we managed to avoid the urge to make out and paw at each other in front of them. Lizzie wiggled her toes at me a few times when she caught me glancing at them, and would occasionally pretend to point at something interesting out the window as an excuse to turn toward me and press her breasts against my arm. Lizzie would giggle each time, which was almost as arousing in itself as either the sight of her toes or the press of her breasts, so I was hard for virtually the entire ride. We decided to get off at the mall and I pulled the cord when the bus approached the parking lot.
Holding hands and smiling, we entered the mall and looked around. I saw a sign for a small comedy club down at the end of one wing, with a standup show that started in the late afternoon. We decided to make that our last stop, and set about looking for other things to do until then. Naturally, Lizzie wanted to look at some clothes and go through a couple of those stores that sell nothing but ointments and lotions and whatever. I accepted, on the condition that we also browse through the video game and electronics stores in between.
Lizzie and I walked through the mall, blissful and content and generally basking in each other's presence. Every time I looked at her produced a mild jolt of excitement, as if some part of me was seeing Lizzie for the first time, over and over. And every time I seemed to notice a new feature of hers that I hadn't processed before... the way her eyebrows arched when she rolled her eyes at my jokes, the way her ponytail swung back and forth as she walked, the tips of her hair tracing light arcs against her skin where her shoulders curved into the back of her neck, how her firm breasts rose up her chest under her shirt when she raised her arms, or when she saw something intriguing and lifted her heels just a bit in response, her calf muscles flexing under her creamy white skin. In fact, unless I was scanning a rack of video games or reading the specs on the (crappy) drones on sale, I was looking at Lizzie and drinking in the sight of her.
While browsing through a clothing store, Lizzie suddenly lifted her heels, whirled around, waggled her eyebrows at me flirtatiously, and nodded her head toward a direction deeper in the store, beckoning me to follow. I did so, and a few dozen yards later we walked into the shoe section. Lizzie led me to the back of an aisle full of shoes and turned to sit on a small bench.
"Grab me a pair of shoes," she directed.
"Uh..." I said, glancing around at the dozens of pairs around me on the shelves.
"It doesn't matter," Lizzie whispered as she bent to start unstrapping her left sandal.
Confused, I grabbed the box closest to me and stepped toward her. Lizzie took the box from my hands, opened it, dropped it to the floor next to me, and beckoned me to kneel before her. I quickly compiled, and Lizzie thrust her now-bare left foot in front of me.
"Just pretend you're putting a shoe on me if someone comes down the aisle," Lizzie whispered. Then she wiggled her toes at me and said "in the meantime..." and winked.
I looked down at her left foot and took it gently in my hands. Lizzie's skin glowed, even under the cheap fluorescent lights. Faint lines from the sandal straps criss-crossed the top of her foot and her ankle, and I traced them with my fingertips. I slid my knuckles under her sole, breathing in the light musk from her foot... dried sweat and the scent of sun-kissed skin. I felt the discomfort of my rapidly hardening cock and adjusted my pants with one hand, quickly returning it back to caress her ankle. I was intoxicated and couldn't stop staring at her foot as I stroked and fondled it.
I took a chance and lifted her foot slowly upward and planted kisses on her toes, then drew one into my mouth as I continued to rub and massage her foot with my fingers, sliding one hand around her ankle and up her calf. She tasted delicious and my erection was practically buzzing with arousal. I lightly traced one fingernail across the arch of her sole and Lizzie gasped and her leg twitched hard, yanking her toe from my mouth. Her gasp was apparently loud enough to draw the attention of a nearby clerk, who poked his head around the corner of the aisle.
I watched Lizzie's flushed face as she looked over my shoulder and smiled at the clerk reassuringly. I fumbled for the shoebox to pretend we were actually shopping. It didn't seem to work, as Lizzie's gaze remained fixed until she looked down at me and said loudly "let's try that other place I have that gift card for." I replaced her sandal on her foot and (regretfully) let go of her so she could strap herself back into it. I stood and turned to see the clerk continuing to glare at us. I just smiled at him and helped Lizzie to her feet as she finished with her sandal.
We sauntered out of the store grinning at each other and trying not to laugh within earshot of the nosy clerk. I was still hard as a diamond and ready to sprint back to the dorms and resume my exploration of Lizzie's body. But she suggested we grab a bite at the food court and then hit the comedy club we saw earlier. I grudgingly accepted, and we walked over to order some tacos.
"This taco tastes almost as good as your toes do," I told Lizzie with a wink, a few bites into our meal. She blushed a little as she wiped a smudge of sour cream from the corner of her lips. Under the table, Lizzie slid the tops of her toes against my leg, causing the beginning of another erection. I could feel the coolness on the tip, pushing against all the precum that I'd been depositing into my underwear ever since kissing her in the elevator back at the dorms.
"My taco is pretty tasty, too" Lizzie remarked innocently, only realizing her inadvertent innuendo when my eyes widened in surprise. Then she really blushed, all the way down her neck to her chest, and ducked her head in amused embarrassment.
I shook my head in mock disapproval and said in a sarcastically wistful tone, "you know, you used to be a sweet and innocent girl..."
Lizzie looked up and grinned at me. "Used to be..." she admitted.
