A Thing for Feet

The girls wanted to give him everything - except the one - or two - things he really wanted.

**PRESTON:**

*Adonis.*

That's what they called me in school. Girls followed me from class to class like I was some Hollywood hunk. All talking at once. They'd touch me, pull at my clothes.

It scared the s*** out of me. I'd duck into empty classrooms and lock the door. And wait. Teachers would break up the gaggle of girls and make them go to class. Then I'd be in trouble.

All that was bad enough, but I have this thing. And no way could I tell anybody about that. A freak.

Until one day in class, Ellie Janes asked me for a footrub ... like a miracle.

**A quickie 6k first-time for both read. Everyone's over 18. Fun, fast and footastic! And, of course, hot. It's August!**