Hanging with the Girls

By J.T. Peters

David and Rachel have been best friends for years, so when David finds himself in need of a place to crash for the night, he heads to Rachel's. However, she and four of her friends are in the middle of a "girls night in". Not wanting to turn away her best friend, Rachel invites David to spend the night.

As the night wears on, alcohol loosens up tongues and inhibitions, and David's fetishes for feet and pantyhose become public knowledge. The girls delight in it, though. Soon, a secret and mischievous plan in hatched, and David finds himself in the middle of five beautiful young women, five pairs of feet, and a room full of sexual energy.

At the eye of the erotic storm, the relationship between David and Rachel crosses a line. But are they crossing into better territory or will their friendship be hurt?

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.T. Peters
• Release date: Jan 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311118745

J.T. Peters

J.T. Peters is the naughty alter ego of an established writer. He wanted an outlet for his erotic writings, and wanted to contribute to an area of the fetish world that seemed to be lacking in erotic material that satisfied his particular tastes. As a foot and pantyhose fetishist himself who is in a healthy and wonderful relationship with his wife of many years, he wants to share his stories with like-minded folks.

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Hanging with the Girls

J.T. Peters

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Distracted by his muddled swirl of thoughts and emotions, David didn't realize until after he had knocked on the door that there were more than two voices coming from the apartment. A chorus of girlish laughter gave away the fact that Rachel and Tori had people over. Damn. He should've called first.

He retreated back down the hallway, thinking of the next place he could try crashing at. The lock to Rachel's door clicked, startling David, and he turned just as the door swung open. Davey? His best friend, Rachel, looked at him in confusion. I knew I heard a knock at the door.

Hey Raich, he waved half-heartedly and gave a sheepish grin. Sorry. I didn't realize you had friends over. I would've called, but I… I wasn't thinking straight.

Rachel's eyes locked onto the duffel bag in David's hand, and a worried look crossed her face. She took a step into the hallway and closed the door behind her. What's wrong?

Nothing, really. I didn't mean to bother you, I-

Bullshit, David. Though her tone was soft, she only used his real name when she was deadly serious. Your parents?

With a sigh and the slump of his shoulders, David nodded. They had a huge fight, I got in the middle of it, and, long story short, I decided it was better to spend a few nights out of the house.

Rachel walked towards him, her pink high-heeled pumps clicking in the hallway. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. David dropped his duffel and hugged back, slightly embarrassed by the tears behind his eyelids. After a moment, Rachel pulled back and looked at him with her deep blue eyes, eyes that no man anywhere could ever say 'no' to, and she said, You're staying here tonight.

As bad as he felt about crashing her gathering, he was beyond grateful. Rachel and he had been best friends since as far back as he could remember, all the way through high school, and even into college. She had been there from the beginning of his parents' vicious battles with each other, knowing that David was caught in the storm until he was able to find a job to help him get out of his poisonous living arrangement. He knew she'd do anything for him, and the sentiment was mutual. They had been and always would be there for each other.

He followed her into the apartment, unable to help himself as he stole a quick glance at her backside in the tight blue jeans she was wearing. Rachel had a figure that models would pay top dollar to find out the secret to – thin, but curvy in all the right places. Her long blond hair trailed unrestrained behind her, contrasting against her dark blue top, almost waving to him as they walked. Long ago, he had been sorely tempted to approach the subject of dating, but they had enjoyed such a wonderful friendship that he