Hey, sorry it took so long for this part to be published. What's it been, a year in the waiting? I've had more computer problems than you can imagine, and that seriously messes plans up. Please learn from my mistakes and keep your firewalls and spam blocker up to date! Now, without further aduio, the second part of iHaave a Foot Fetish:
Disclaimer: No, I don't own iCarly or the website. We all know that already
Carly had been thinking a lot about her encounter with Sam a couple weeks ago. It was SO bizzare! But yet, Carly couldn't help but... have enjoyed it. Not only did she enjoy it, but she wanted to do it again! But there was a problem: Sam had to stay for a few weeks with Melanie because she had to have surgery and Sam's mom demanded Sam to stay and help her.
So this left Carly spending a lot of time with Freddie. And in this time, she noticed Sam was probably right about him having a foot fetish. Why else would he have come up with such props as to what they did in episode iNevel? And she could have sworn she saw him looking at her feet a few times. Carefully, Carly thought up a plan.
One day, while she and Freddie were talking in her room, she started to drop hints that her feet were sore. Now Freddie, as much as he truly loved Carly, would never ass up the chance to please her. And so he says,
"Um, Carly? I could rub your feet for you to help. I mean, if you'd like. It's no prob, but only if you want to."
Carly couldn't help smiling, bith at his modesty, and at the fact that her plan was going as smooth as glass.
"Hm, that'd be awesome Freddie. But you sure about this?" she said. (Hey, she can't be too obvious, now can she?)
"Sure, I'm sure." Freddie said as he scooted closer to her on the couch shaped like an ice cream sandwich.
Carly slipped out of her shiny black boots and pulled off her thigh-high socks, then put her feet in Freddie's lap. Freddie practly "dove in", carefully massaging Carly's feet with an obvious passion. Then, a few minutes later, he sawiched feet. Not long after...
"Umm, sorry if they stink." Carly said, initiating the next part of her plan.
Not taking his eyes off her soles, Freddie asked, "What? They don't stink."
Carly however, was expecting this answer, and was prepared.
"I would beg to differ though. I've been in those boots and socks for about twelve hours now, and it's pretty hot and humid out." she says in an unconvinced tone.
"Carly, really. You're feet smell fine. Hinest." Freddie tried to assure her.
"Well, if you're so sure, would you sniff them to prove it?" Carly joked.
Freddie shrugged and leant over, then took a few small whiffs at her he shrugged again, looking her in the eyes.
"Told you they smell fine." He said.
Carly gasped. "OMG, Freddie! I was joking. I can't believe you acttually did that!" she lied.
Freddie felt his cheeks get hot from embarrassment. But this, too was part of Carly's "Mater Plan."
"Freddie, its okay. I won't tell anybody." Carly begins, "But do they smell... you know... good?"
Freddie flinched.
"What?" he asked, not believing his ears.
"My feet. I've been using scented lotion every day for the past few weeks. Do they smell good?" The truth is, Carly HAD been using lotion on her feet every day, several tiimes a day, to give herself foot massages. But they were nothing like having someone else do it.
"I dunno. I wasn't exactly looking for a "potpourri" sort of scent." Freddie answered.
"Well, I use mostly cucumber-melon lotion. Do they smell like cucumbers? Or melons?" Carly giglled at the idea of it.
"Again, I dunno." Freddie says, feeling strange about the events as of late. Yeah he had a slight foot fetish. But he never really did anything foot related. And here's his best friend, the love of his life, practically seducing him with her feet.. Un-imaginable!.
"Well, if you need to, go ahead and sniff 'em some more to see." Carly says, raising her feet towards Freddie's face with a smirky smile.
On reflex, Freddie leaned in until his nose touched her toes and took a long sniff. Carly giggled that she had him right where she wanted him.
Well, can you smell the lotion?" she asks.
"A little." Freddie answered.
Now it was time for step two in Carly's plan...
I know, you must hate me for leaving you in such suspense, and I'm sorry... kinda. See, I've learned in my two years of writing on another website that the trick is to leave the reader wanting more. And besides, I posted this part on Christmas Eve. So I got to do some things tonight. Just wanted to give my fans a Christmas present. :) (And yes, there will be a Part 3)