Beth was 24 and had just finished her master degree. She had been very lucky to be offered a great entry-level position at a major computer software company in New York; the fact that the job offered unlimited advancement potential the salary was very low. Still, after six years of living away from home she could not bring herself to moving back with her parents. Beth decided the only thing to do was to find a roommate to help with the expenses. Beth ran a newspaper ad in the local paper and had numerous responses to it.  The woman she chose had attended the same university as she had, graduating a year earlier. Beth met Lisa at a local pub and the two of them hit it off right away once they took the time to know each other and soon found a small apartment that was both reasonably close to their jobs and within their budgets.

   They had been living together for about two months before Beth began to feel very confused over the entire situation. Beth had known for a long time her attraction to women, briefly experimented during her first year in college. The confusion over her sexuality made her end that relationship very abruptly in an attempt to rid herself of her feelings and she began aggressively dated men.  When with her male companions though she could never stop looking at women and hoped that one day one of her boyfriends would suggest a threesome.

   As the months past Beth began to know Lisa better, and began to realize the feelings that she first were friendly, sisterly type feelings, were in fact more. Lisa had a wonderful personality that clicked completely with Beth's.  Lisa's body was hot too, her long brown hair, her perky well developed breasts, all put together perfectly on a slender 5 foot 10 inch frame.  I am a word beautiful.

   Beth couldn't help but be attracted to her.  She loved looking at her breasts, her ass, but more then anything Beth loved looking at her feet. She liked them more than any other part of a woman's body and though she fought it, her desires came out in her dreams, where she would rub another woman's feet all over her face and let their aroma inebriate her before she took a taste, tongue-bathing them and sucking on toes one by one. Even when she masturbated, Beth would massage her own feet as part of the process, yearning to put her own toes in her mouth but being too afraid to do so.

   Lisa was a phanatic about her feet, soaking them every night and giving herself frequent pedicures. She ritually polished her nails two or three times a week, and as she did Beth watched her… and felt the warmness between her legs. Lisa had a wide assortment of toe rings also, and would coordinate the polishes and decals she placed on her toenails, and the anklets she wore.  Lisa's feet were beautiful just like her, Beth desperately tried not to stare when Lisa lounged around the house barefoot, especially when she propped her feet up on the couch and displayed her milky-white soles and high arches. During times like these Beth thanked the gods for not making her a man. A damp crotch was much easier to hide than a raging hard-on! All Beth could do was limit her time at home with Lisa and hope that the other woman never discovered her true feelings. Beth worked late as often as she could and hoped that her diligence would pay off via a raise that would allow her to afford her own apartment.

   It was the Friday before the Labor Day weekend and Beth's boss had left an envelope on her desk.

   "You have worked so many hours lately, take the rest of the day off and enjoy"! The note read.

   Beth wondered what she would do… Lisa was working now, but would be home around dinnertime. It was the first time Beth had been at home alone on a weekday and it felt strange. The weather was warm, and the air stiffening. Beth wondered what she should do with herself. Beth decided to hit the beach before it got to crowed

   She slipped into a black and red thong bikini that showed off her large perky breasts, a beautifully bronzed stomach, and a firm thighs with a not to big-not to small ass with no cellulite.

   As she walked into the living room she was putting her hair up when she noticed Lisa's sandals sitting by the chair. Beth crotch was dampened as she sat down and stared at the shoes. She wanted to pick them up so badly, and smell them, run them along her dampness. She shook the idea from her head, thinking how sick she was for having those thoughts. She looked at then, thinking about how good it would feel, and Lisa would never ever ever know! Beth had to do it… She reasoned with herself, thinking if she did it this one time it would help her control her need for it. Looking around the room, as if someone was there, she reached down and picked up one of the sandals and rubbed it against her face, breathing in the Lisa's sent. Beth slid her tongue inside the sandal enjoying the sweet taste of Lisa's shoes as she brushed her crotch with other hand. She on fire, she couldn't stand thong anymore, she ripped if off and let it fall to the floor. She continued her obsession with Lisa's shoe, being careful not to get it soaking wet, as she licked and caressed the she and moved her fingers in and out of her love box. She was so worked up she couldn't stand it… She needed more… She stood up from the chair, her body tingling and dripping with excitement and went back into her bedroom, sandal in hand, and continued masturbating on her bed, cumming twice and still wanting more. She looked at her own feet, her fire engine red toenails. She allowed herself full indulgence, bringing her own foot to her mouth and suckling on her toes, devouring herself, pretending that they were Lisa's and then that Lisa was the one sucking on her.

   Mmm...Lisa..." she moaned deep from within her, she began screaming out her Lisa's name even louder as she had yet another orgasm.

   Beth was so consumed by her pleasure that she almost didn't hear the door creak, and when she did she thought her heart would stop. She flung her foot out of her mouth and cast a guilty look towards Lisa, who was standing in her doorway, wide-eyed. From Lisa's angle, she had a direct view right between Beth's legs, and Beth involuntarily closed them. "Oh my God," Beth stammered, grabbing a throw cover and draping it over herself.

   Lisa said nothing at first, just looked at Beth with an unfathomable expression. She approached slowly and sat down on the foot of Beth's bed. "How long have you had these feelings?" she finally asked.

   "They started a month or so after we moved in here. I'm sorry, Lisa. I never even wanted to admit to me, that I liked women. I'll start looking for another place this weekend." She hung her head, she looked up when she felt Lisa's hand moving up and down her leg, through the cover. Lisa was smiling softly, and she'd kicked her shoes off. Beth could see her purple-painted toenails through her sandalwood panty hose.

   "I know how you feel," she said with a grin, "because I've felt this way for years, too. Have you ever been with another women?"

   Beth looked up and said, "one". Then you're a lot braver than I am. I've just kept dating men and hoping that one day I'd not want to be with women anymore." The two women gazed at each other and smiled… Beth let the covers fall away, exposing her breasts, as her lips met Lisa's.