SoleSwirled (2025 Lemon Zest foot story)

 

"Just...a little farther. I promise...this is the next best thing. Have I ever, hah, let you down?" you panted. Truth be told, you were just as tired as your poor friend Lemon Zest. Hiking may have been your jam, but carrying her stuff as well as yours? That was a different story.

 

Zest collapsed against your body, further straining you but also holding onto your waist for stability. "Ooooh my feet hurt...can we sit down soon? Are we there yet?"

 

Trying not to grab her too tightly, like you wanted so badly, you helped her back onto her feet. You were too busy catching your breath to notice just how red your face was becoming, "Almost...there...just a minute more..."

 

You knew this spot. You were a man of your word, and by the eyeballs of Cinch you were determined to let your friend see the Starswirled Music Festival, even if the tickets were all sold out by the time she got online.

 

You and Zest at last made it to the top of the forested hill. Panting from the strain of carrying all the supplies for your friend, you gestured to the cliff-top overview of the festival venue with a big smile, sweat dripping down your face.

 

"See? Hah...I TOLD you Lemon, I knew a spot! There's even a picnic table! How's this?" you said.

 

Lemon Zest tiredly walked over to the fence at the edge of the cliff, gazing out into the distance and taking a deep breath of the churro-scented air, which seemed to rejuvenate her exhausted body. "Dude, this is AWESOME! And you say we can hear everything just fine from up here?"

 

You immediately set to work, removing the tent from the bag, popping it up and staking it into the ground. "We're not gonna miss a beat, mark my words. I heard they got a trio of new singers down there. They're in that little tour bus down there, see that in the distance?"

 

Your friend leaned forward, squinting her eyes, and then shrugged back at you. "Ehhh, I dunno dude, looks more like a tour VAN to me."

 

"Well...I bet they're good. Seeing as they were invited there by the two headliners of the night. The two legends. Wink wink," you replied, bouncing your eyebrows.

 

"Su-Z and K-Lo!! Anon, I wanted tickets to the Starswirled Music Festival so bad, but...wow, we got the best seat in the house!" Lemon cheered, while you rolled out both sleeping bags in the tent.

 

Chuckling at her enthusiasm and satisfied with your work in the tent, you set about placing the snacks you lugged up the hill on the picnic table. "No one ever comes up here. It'll be just us. Now, let's sit down and relax a little. The night is young, and we got PostCrush to look forward to!"

 

"Dibs on the cheese puffs!" she said, sitting down at the table across from you. You decided to partake in the nacho-flavoured chips you brought along, cracking open a soda for each of you.

 

The hours began to fly by, both you and Lemon just enjoying your snacks, the strangely-alluring voices of those three new singers, and most importantly of all, each other's company.

 

The sky began to darken, the lights of the festival flicking on. The scent of churros became more apparent-

 

"Duuuude, did you see that down there?" Lemon Zest shouted, pointing at a specific spot.

 

"Wha?" you replied, quickly finishing off your beef jerky. "What happe-ooohhhhh....oh, that can't be good."

 

"The whole thing is a goner! And look at that big security dude, that's some serious collateral damage!"

 

"Yyyyup, those girls are outta there. What a night, huh?"

 

"I'll say," Zest replied. "Uh, dude? Kinda hate to ask this, but...did you bring a jacket? It's...kinda cold out here. It's fine if you didn't, I'll be chill about it."

 

That caught you a little by surprise. You didn't bother checking the weather before you came. It was a summer night, surely it would be halfway decent in temperature. Right?

 

Now that you thought about it, it WAS getting a little chilly. "Oh wow, I didn't even notice. Sorry Zest...uh, how about instead we just head inside for the night? We won't miss anything, my tent has a window!"

 

"Brrr, I gotta have my heat, Anon. You know that, right? At least we'll still have a view! You coming in with me or hanging out here?" she asked, eagerly crawling into the tent you had set up.

 

"Nah, I promised we'd see PostCrush together. Make way, milady, I'm coming in," you responded.

 

"Milady?" Lemon giggled, "I should have Sunny make you a fancy suit and one of those nerd-hats."

 

Zipping the tent door up behind you, you shuffled about slightly awkwardly before settling down. You knew you were going to spend the next two nights with Lemon Zest when you brought her up here, but it felt...different, being so far out here alone with her instead of at school like usual.

 

You really needed to keep how excited and nervous you were under wraps.

 

Your friend sat down on her sleeping bag to your right side, removing her sneakers, and laid down on her back. Her toes curled in her socks, as she let out a sigh of relief. "Ooh, there we go...my feet still kinda ache from getting up here. What about you, Anon?"

 

Luckily the dim light of the lantern didn't let the fact that you were stealing glances at her socked soles become apparent. To maintain focus and not space out, you reached down and removed your own footwear, tossing it towards the back of the tent in the same fashion.

 

Clearing your throat and nodding, you replied, "Ehem, yeah, just a little. But I'm fine."

 

"I thought so, dude. I'm not as tough as you though," Lemon said, and then laid down on her belly. "Oooh I can hear the announcement dude! PostCrush is starting!!"

 

Excitedly humming along with the distant beats of Su-Z and K-Lo, her legs began to kick back and forth behind her.

 

And then, one of her big toes, still encased in her comfortable socks, dug underneath the other sock. Ever so slowly one foot worked the other free, exposing the entirety of her raspberry right foot. She paid no heed to the fact that you were behind her, staring at her toes flexing in the cold night air.

 

Her bared foot soon slid under her other sock, removing the fabric inch by inch, and unintentionally putting on quite the show for you to enjoy. You crossed your legs as more and more of her foot was revealed, and began to seriously sweat when the sock was accidentally flung off her foot and into your lap.

 

It was the very first time you'd gotten to see your friend's feet, completely free of any obstructions. And you were thoroughly, if cautiously, enjoying every second of the show.

 

Back to kicking her legs went, while Zest rested her head in her hands, as happy as could be. Her feet gently bumped and rubbed against each other to the changing music below. "Now THAT'S more like it. MAN this is a hot beat!"

 

"L-Lemon? Didn't you...say you were getting cold though?" you stuttered. Curse your lack of experience.

 

"Well yeah, but it's fine in here. Why? Do YOU wear socks to bed? What are you, some kinda rube, Anon?" she giggled, crossing one foot over the other.

 

"Nah, nah, it's just..." you began.

 

Your dear friend looked back at you, slightly concerned. "Oh, sorry dude, does that bother you? I guess they might not uh, smell too good? We did hike a long way. And did I hit you with my sock?"

 

"Nonono, no, Zest. They smell fine, promise. I was just looking out for you. Don't want your feet to hurt, to be all cold and stuff," you reassured her. And you spoke the truth. You wanted so badly to offer them care right then and there. But would your friend be ok with it...?

 

"Oh, good. Wait, you said you didn't want them to hurt?" she asked, her legs hanging still in the air.

 

"Y-Yeah?" you stammered, sweating even harder than before. Your thumbs twiddled nervously.

 

"I don't wanna weird you out, dude, but would you rub 'em for me? Like, a massage? They do actually kinda hurt."

 

Your jaw dropped in stunned silence. Your cheeks burned, to the point they matched Lemon Zest's skin colour. Did your ears deceive you? Was she actually...?

 

"Er...sorry Anon, that was kinda dumb to ask a frie-"

 

You weren't about to let her finish that sentence. "I...I'm a man of my word."

 

"Wait really? I mean, they're my feet. You don't have to. We can just go back to the music if it's too awkward."

 

"I said I'll rub them. So...put 'em on my leg. Please."

 

Your friend cautiously lowered her legs, resting her pink feet over one of your thighs. You instantly felt the warmth radiating off them, the telltale sign of tiredness. There they were, Lemon Zest's beautiful feet, and you were handed them on a silver platter.

 

There was nothing you could do, or that you WANTED to do, to express just how much fun you would have. So you cupped your hands under your friend's feet, just taking a moment to hold them, to admire the soles facing you, to just imagine how soft the curvy soles were.

 

And then you began your massage.

 

You started with the toes. Both hands were occupied with one foot each, so your thumbs were having to do the bulk of the work. Across the ten toes your thumbs lay, firmly kneading all of them at once.

 

It elicited an immediate reaction from your friend, who curled her toes and moaned in appreciation. "Nngh...ooh, that was kinda nice...so...keep going?"

 

"Yes Ma'am," you replied. The rest of your hand held her feet fast, keeping them firmly in place so that your thumbs could work their way upwards, to tend to the area directly under Lemon's pink toes. You took your time with the delicate area, lavishing each toe-stem with the attention they deserved.

 

"A-Are you seriously alright with doing this? Have you done this before? Dude, th-this is great..." Zest panted.

 

"I mean...uh...I guess I picked it up from somewhere? Yeah, uh, absolutely, it's not a problem at all, Lemon," you assured her.

 

Then came time to rub the upper areas of her soles. Or lower in this case since the toes faced downwards. What your thumbs, and the rest of your fingertips, could be described as nothing short of heaven. The undersides of your friend's raspberry feet were incredibly soft. Pampered, if you will, as you would expect from any self respecting Crystal Prep student.

 

The soles had a certain appealing smoothness to them, and a gently curved arch that you thoroughly enjoyed pressing your thumbs into. You decided to really take the rubbing slow, switching from massaging both feet at once to focusing both of your hands on one foot at a time. Ever so slowly up to the heels you rubbed, and slid your hands back down the pedicured surfaces to start the process again.

 

Lemon laid her head in her crossed arms, curling her toes on each foot while they were being tended to. "Mmmph...I could really, get used to this, dude...Do that again..."

 

The distant music began to slow down, into a softer tone. The beat reminded you of your middle school dance. Perfect timing, perhaps?

 

You gulped quietly, pausing the massage and simply holding your friend's feet. "I'd...I'd be happy to do it. Anytime. Uh...you mean this?"

 

Your hands slid down from her heels to her toes again, more so feeling up the curvy pink sole rather than actually massaging.

 

"Yeah, that...that kinda, feels nice...One more time?" she asked, looking back at you from her rather relaxed position on her belly.

 

And then her eyes moved down your body while you acquiesed, caressing her feet with care, noticing just how...excited you were, how tightly your legs were crossed.

 

Your eyes locked, silence lingering between you for a moment

 

And then Lemon Zest stuck her tongue out, playfully, digging her left foot between your legs. Your eyes went wide, but there was nothing you could do at that point. Your friend was pressing her pedicured sole right up against your crotch, and grinding it back and forth until your legs were forced to separate.

 

"L-Lemon, I..." you stammered, sweating profusely and hardly able to find your words.

 

"Do I keep getting free foot rubs if I let you try 'em out, dude?" she laughed, slipping her other foot between your legs and grasping your bulge.

 

With a sharp, pleasured breath, you returned your hands to feeling your friend's feet. Both of them curled tightly in response. "D-Don't...tell anyone? Please?"

 

"We're friends, right? I mean...I was going to tell my friends and make 'em jealous, especially Sour, but...if it's really that scary, don't worry, it's safe with me. Now c'mon, dude! I hear the finale down there! Lemme see what you're working with!" Lemon said. She raised both of her feet up in the air again, squishing your cheeks together with the soft surfaces.

 

"C'mon, for me?"

 

You nodded, a droplet of your sweat running over her right foot while you undid your pants, kicking them off next to both of your shoes. You then knelt behind your friend (Could you even call her just a friend anymore?) and took hold of both her feet, both soles facing upwards. With your body shaking, your nerves screaming, you placed your erection on the arch of Zest's left sole.

 

Instantly you felt a rush of pleasure run through your entire body, your grip steadily increasing in tightness. Your friend rested her head in her hands once again, positioning her beautiful pink feet side by side, so you could firmly and lustfully rub your member against either, or both, at your discretion.

 

You took her up on that offer and grabbed onto her toes, pulling them downwards so her feet were stretched and taut, truly defining their curves. Your tip dragged up and down against both of the bottoms of her feet, followed by the entire length of your shaft roughly pushing against them and moving back and forth erratically.

 

"Heeheehee, c-careful dude, that tickles," Lemon said as your cock ran between the space where her feet met. Your hands migrated to holding onto the backs of her feet once again while you continued to relieve your pent up tension on her raspberry soles.

 

She then splayed her adorable toes outwards, moving her right foot a little further back to grip onto your sack with them. Her left foot snagged the base of your cock between two of her toes, gently working you over. "Ehehehe, s-sorry dude. Ticklish. Is this ok?"

 

The loud grunt of bliss you let out told Lemon Zest all she needed to know. She pulled her pre-soaked feet out of your grasp, sensually rubbing them together with a playful grin and making them slick and shiny in the process.

 

The sight of your friend teasing you alone was pushing you close.

 

And then her feet moved back in your direction, the warm soles sandwiching your cock tightly, gliding smoothly up and down. You couldn't help yourself, a primal, burning need overtaking your body. You strongly held onto the perfect pedicured feet, bucking your hips and pushing yourself through the snug, warm space between her soles as hard as you were able.

 

Despite Lemon burying her face in her arms once again, her giggles music to your ears, her soles shakily attempted to hold it together. She pounded her fist on the floor of the tent, tears streaming from her eyes as her soles continuously flexed and rubbed together around your twitching member.

 

The buttery smoothness, the tight grip of your friend's feet. Her appealing raspberry toes scrunching and splaying. Her cute laugh. Her pretty giggling face. You could do little but give into your body's intense urges, to lay claim to Lemon Zest's perfect soles.

 

And then it happened. The distant music outside, perhaps poetically, reached a volume that indicated the concert was coming to an end. Right as you let loose, your body flooded with a heavenly bliss. Spurt after pent up spurt landed on the back of your dear friend's legs. You had completely lost control of your body by that point, and Lemon Zest her laughter.

 

"HEHEHEHEEE ANON! Y-YOU'RE MAKING A MEHEHESS!" she shouted, as you pulled her feet apart so they faced up to you once again. Leaning your head back in a haze of pleasure, you furiously rubbed your twitching member against each of her soles and added a lovely contrast of dripping white to the raspberry hue of her soles.

 

Lemon's giggles slowly faded away, giving way to her coughing and gasping for breath. You could do little but collapse back, sitting on your sleeping bag, riding out the afterglow.

 

Your friend looked back at the thick, dripping mess you had made. "Anoooon, didja HAVE to do it on my thighs too? And there's some on my skirt..."

 

"S...Sorry Zest, I-"

 

"And I said be careful, I'm ticklish!" she finished, sitting up and lightly slapping your arm. "I feel like a donut!"

 

You scratched the back of your head, blushing. "Can...can I make it up to you?"

 

Zest sighed, propping her dripping feet back on your leg. "Alright, alright, I forgive you for getting carried away, dude. I had fun too. But seriously, are you gonna let me have foot rubs whenever I want now? 'Cause I'd rather have you do it than go to the spa with Sunny. You do it better."

 

You nodded emphatically, stroking the back of Lemon Zest's left foot, pressing your thumb into the right sole. She leaned back and moaned out happily as you said, "Zest...I promise, you don't even have to ask. Just put 'em in my general direction. Just ah, keep it on the down low?"

 

"Actually yeah, you're right Anon. If they knew you were a freak, they'd wanna try you out too and I wouldn't have such a cool dude all to myself anymore!" she agreed. "Thanks for taking me up here to your spot, by the way. I wasn't sure how I was gonna go jam out here. I'd pay a bundle to have a night like this over and over again!"

 

There was a harsh breeze, and glow, that followed.