University Life Part 4 8 min read

We were both working on assignments that afternoon and in the evening Erin made the best pasta dish I’ve ever tasted, turns out her mum is Italian which I guess is where the dark hair and tanned skin come from and we sat drinking wine watching a couple of movies on the sofa with her curled up with her feet on my lap. She still had her Converse on from the gym and I was desperate to get a sniff of her feet but didn’t want to push my luck too far and ask to smell them. Around 11 pm we were both yawning and Erin said she was going to turn in for the night. I put the stuff through to the kitchen and cleaned up before heading to my room. Sitting on my pillow were her Converse and a note saying thanks for not being a dick and trying to get into my pants. “You’re awesome, took these off and the smell nearly made me puke, thought they’d be better stinking up your room than mine, enjoy. See you in the morning x” I picked one up and pressed my face inside and nearly gagged, they were unbelievably smelly, a combination of vinegar and cheese. I’d never smelt anything as strong before. I lay in bed with my nose inside her converse my nostrils filled with the smell of Erin’s funky feet thinking about my perfect flatmate.

Sunday morning I was up first and put on the coffee and heard her bedroom door open and she padded barefoot into the kitchen. I handed her a fresh cup of coffee and started making breakfast. She sat quietly looking at messages on her phone while I prepared breakfast. I passed Erin a plate of scrambled eggs with salmon on toast and she sighed happily as she tucked in. I sat looking at her and she glanced at me and said, “What?? Have I got egg on my chin or something”. I laughed and said, “no I was just wondering how such a sweet-looking babe can have such toxic smelling feet”. She sprayed coffee out her mouth laughing. “I know, I’m so ashamed, I didn’t know whether to put them on your pillow last night, they smelled so bad I thought they might have been too much even for you”. “No way”, I said, “the smellier the better”. “Haha, you’re twisted you know that right”.
Later that morning I said I was going into the mall to buy some clothes and Erin said to wait 30 mins and she would get dressed and tag along. She came out of her room looking stunning with a white sweater skin-tight leather pants and the face-stomping boots she had been showing me the day before. She looked unbelievably hot and was now 6 inches taller in her massive platform boots. “Wow, look at you”. “Haha, Yeah you won’t like them so much when you’re under them”, she replied. As we walked round the mall there were guys dropping their phones or bumping into people as she walked by them.

We went into a clothes store and as I was looking through some jeans there was a hanger on the floor. Erin said, “watch this” and she jumped into the air and smashed her boots down onto the hanger, shattering it into pieces. All I could do was stare at the little pieces of a hanger on the floor that had just been pulverized. After that, as we walked around any chance she got to stomp on something she took it. Behind one of the isles was a plastic hand that had fallen off one of the display mannequins in the store. We looked at each other and she grinned and looked around her to see if anyone was watching. She put her hands on my shoulders for balance and stepped onto the hand, it immediately cracked under the heavy soles, and then she started stamping and grinding on it with no mercy. To finish she jumped into the air pulling her knees up towards her chest and slammed her boots down together onto the ruined hand again and again. From start to finish the assault only took her about 15 seconds but the damage she did was crazy. She had turned the mannequin hand into plastic dust. She looked at the devastation on the floor and then into my eyes and smirking said, “How frightened are you right now”. “A little yeah I’m not going to lie but honestly more aroused”. I took her hand and put it on my crotch so she could feel my erection. “Haha, at some point I’m going to stand on that pretty face in these and we’ll see if you are still erect then”, she said as she patted my cock.

We got food in the mall and then Erin had to head back to the flat and get ready for her shift at the strip club. I was just planning on watching TV so I told her I would pick her up at the end of her shift to save her walking home. She was due to finish at midnight so I said I would come in earlier and get a drink. I parked up at the club around 11 pm and went in, it was quiet with only 2 customers sitting beside the stage while one of the girls did her thing. I took a seat at the bar and the barmaid got me the diet coke I ordered. “I’m Leanne”, the barmaid said, “you’re Erin’s new flatmate right. I recognise your face she said smirking”. I went bright red and laughed nervously. Leanne was shorter than Erin, about 5ft 2in dark red dyed hair, 105lbs, tiny size EU36 feet, also very cute and slim with a little diamond stud in her nose. She was not a dancer though and was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt with a pair of platform Dr. Martin boots.

I chatted with Leanne for a while when Erin appeared at the bar and gave me a hug. Erin grabbed a beer and the two of them started chatting about an assignment they had to work on the next week. They were both in the same course at the University. Erin went round the side of the bar to grab some olives and said, “oh my god I love your boots, Leanne”. “Yeah thanks, I got them yesterday, they’re really heavy though, take a bit of getting used to”. “I might have to copy you babe. What are they called?” “They’re called Jadon Max and yeah go for it I don’t mind you getting the same ones. Just be careful what you step on with them” and they both burst out laughing.
Another one of the girls came out from the back and walked over to the bar. “This must be your new roommate Erin”, she said holding out her hand to me. “I’m Riah, nice to meet you”. Riah was taller at around 5ft 9in with a strong athletic figure. With her black platform strappy 6in stiletto sandals on her gorgeous EU39 feet, she towered over me. She was Indian, stunning, with dark skin and long black hair, and weighed around 140 lbs. She was studying law and was in her first year at the University. After she shook my hand, she touched the little cut on the bridge of my nose Erin had left from jumping on it and ran her finger across the graze on my cheek, and turned to Erin and said “he cleaned up quite well, considering what you were doing” and the three of them giggled. Clearly, Erin didn’t keep anything from the girls in the club.

It was Erin’s turn on the stage and as she left to get ready the last of the girls in the club who had just finished dancing walked over. Leanne introduced her as Alina, she was also at the University, Alina was very bubbly and chatty. She was 5ft 2 the same height as Leanne and also very slim, weighing 100lbs, she was Romanian, blond, and absolutely stunning with the cutest smile and eyes, you just melted looking at her. She had EU 37 feet and had black platform wedge mules that were about 4in high at the toe and 6 in at the heel. “This is Erin’s new flatmate” and I could tell from the lack of response that Alina either didn’t have the same info the other girls had on me or didn’t care.

Alina and Riah drifted away after a few minutes to try and score private dances with the few remaining guys in the club while I sat at the bar with my drink chilling. “So are you a Simp or what’s your deal?” I heard Leanne say. “How do you mean”. “Why would you let someone stomp all over you, what could you possibly get out of that?” “I love it, feels amazing.” “That’s freaky, It’s kinda twisted”. “Yeah I understand,” I said, “but for me, it feels amazing, Erin seems to enjoy it too”. “Haha, yeah, she said it was a bit of a power trip, we do see some freaks in here but you’re a whole other level”. “You should try it sometime”, I said to her. Leanne looked around the bar to see if anyone was watching and said “Ok, come round this side of the bar”.