It was the spring of 1686 and I was enjoying the New England spring weather at college. It was final exam time and we were al getting ready for graduation. As I sit in class dumbfounded by a particular question on the exam, I decide to take the liberty of what the person on my right has to say about the same question….just then she looks over the clearly sees that I was cheating…..she say’s nothing at that point. Her name is Chris and she’s the best looking girl in the class. She’s also a spoiled daddy’s girl and has grown up getting what she wants….she’s also very smart.

At the conclusion of the class, she stops me in the hallway and tells me that she’s in a hurry, but want to see me that afternoon and tells me to meet her behind the behind the soccer fields at 4:00. When I arrive, she’s sitting on a bench waiting for me. As I approach, she asks me to sit down next to her. As I sit, she once again confronts me about what happened in class earlier and I admin that I cheated. She’s not mad at this point, rather, she’s more inquisitive. Once I admit to the cheating, she simply asks me… “Well then, just what do you feel I should do about it?”……and I answer….”I’m not sure”…. And then tell her that I’m sorry.

 She that tells me that I have 2 choices – Either I do as she instructs me for the next hour or she turns me in for cheating and I fail. Reluctantly, I agree to her demands to do as she says. Just then, she, in a teasing tone of voice, suggests that I kneel before her as she sits on the bench. As I do, she tells me to every so sweetly to beg her not to turn me in for cheating. As I kneel and beg her, she begin to tell me how hot and tired her feet are from wearing genuine leather penny loafers and knee socks all day under her tight jeans… just then, as she extends her feet out in front of me, she simply says…”take off my shoes”… and as I do, she instructs me to hold both of her socked feet in the air by having her rest her heels on my open palms. As I hold her feet in my hands, she says… “Now…press your face right up against my pretty socked feet and take a nice long sniff… and make sure you nose is right underneath my toes… I just love the feeling of the air coming between my toes knowing that you’re inhaling all of my beautiful scent”…..”That’s right, nice long sniffs”…..

I continue this for well over 10 minutes… her feet were so sweaty from the warm May air…..but the fact was that she’s so nice looking, that this was becoming a turn-on for me…. At that point, she notices a large bulge in my pants and says…. “What’s that in your pants Jon?”….embarrassingly, I say…”a hard-on”….she then develops a mischief's look on her face and tells me to drop my jeans and underwear. As I do this, she tells me to stand at attention on front of her… As, I do, she reaches out and begins to ever so lightly stroke my cock and balls….Barely touching them.  She then looks to me and says….”Have you ever been teased and denied Jon”? And I answer no as I start to enter a zone of lust. She then explains…. “Jon, I’m going to stroke you lightly and tickle your balls for 15 minutes straight and at no time are you going to be allowed to release… do you understand?... and I reply with a helpless “yes”

At the end of the 15 minutes, she tells says… “aww, you look so desperate and horny… to bad you don’t get to cum….. guess you shouldn’t have cheated, huh?”… and then orders me to dress.Once dressed, she approaches me and tells me in a sweet voice that this isn’t over for me and that she’ll be calling on me in the future to do more of the same to me…. And we that depart.