Diane leaned back into
the couch again. “Let me ask you a question, and I know you’re very shy, but I
want you to answer honestly. Earlier tonight, when I invited you over, before I
told you about how I couldn’t date you, were you hoping to kiss me?”
Her foot kicked toward where he knelt in front of her. Under
the circumstances, he felt silly being scared to admit it, but he could barely
meet her gaze as he answered, “Yes, Diane.”
She smiled. “Awww, you’re so cute. Blushing at my feet.
Did you fantasize about kissing me on your drive over?”
“Yes, Diane.”
“Well, your fantasy might come true. Though it’s probably
not going to happen exactly as you imagined. Do you still want to kiss me?”
“Yes, Diane.”
She frowned slightly. “I know you can be more polite than
that.”
“Yes, Diane, please.”
She straightened her leg, her foot rose to just under
Kevin’s chin. She pressed her foot down so that her leg from toe to hip
stretched its full length. “Go ahead. Kiss me.”
At his eye level, Kevin could glimpse, under her pant
leg, her smooth calf. He knew what she wanted, what she offered him, and he
desired it as much as the kiss on her lips she had correctly guessed he’d
driven over hoping to receive. This alternative was beyond compensation, it was
bliss. He bent forward and placed a soft kiss on her foot.
“Good. Very good boy,” she said. “Now, one on the
bottom.” She pointed her toes up, and the bottom of her foot hung inches from
his face. “And you don’t have to be so quick. You can give me a nice, long
kiss. Don’t be shy.”
