Adult Sleepover
by TGIBriday
Sometimes bad things happen during sleepovers. And with bad people.
The ones who get you are the ones you think you can trust. For me it was my maternal uncle, for my boyfriend it was his older brother. For this older brother it was their mom’s best friend. For my sister it was her friend’s dad. It happens so much more than people talk about. And it sucks.
My daughter is eleven months old. When she’s sixteen, maybe then she can have a sleepover. I just saw on the news that a girl’s dad drugged the girls at her sleepover and only got caught because one of the girls didn’t drink enough of the smoothie he’d made them and didn’t pass out. She called someone to get her, and they took her to the hospital and called the other parents. Crazy shit but it happens.
After my uncle had his way, my dad visited and taught me to recognize if something is wrong and how to contact him to come pick me up for any reason. I personally don't believe in blanket bans on sleepovers. In my view it's overprotective bordering on straight-up controlling. We need to focus on teaching our young’uns how to recognize predatory behavior, remove themselves from the situation, and report it instead of trying to protect them from every single situation in which there's an infinitesimal chance that something will happen. Sleepovers were a major part of my childhood, and I really don't want my son to miss out on that due to misguided anxiety.
Still, looking back, I came to the horrible realization that I myself used to be the villain of the story.
When I was 18, my older brother Torin had a friend named Kyle over to spend the night. I loved to sneak downstairs to my bro’s room in the middle of the night and enjoy his feet, and today we were going to have a houseguest over whose feet I’ve always slobbered over (generally) from a distance. Both my bro and his friend were 20 at the time … and they liked to drink until they passed out. I thought since Kyle would be staying the night I would love to try his feet and see what they tasted like again (had done this before).
I waited until about 2 a.m. and snuck downstairs. As I approached the bed, I got down on all fours and crawled to the end of the bed where their feet were. Yeah they shared one full-size bed this night because mom had all of her sewing equipment and her latest sewing project occupying the guest room.
Anyway, I slowly pulled the covers back and smelled their feet through the sheet. I then pulled the sheet back exposing their feet. My older bro Torin could sleep through an explosion after he’s been drinking, so I took her big toe on her right foot and started sucking on it. He tasted great as usual. Both Torin and Kyle were tall, handsome and had toned bodies. In fact, they could have been brothers, but Torin had big aquamarine blue eyes and Kyle had emerald-green ones.
I decided to take a chance and taste Kyle’s feet. I took my tongue and licked the tip of his big left toe. He was lying on his stomach. Wow! It tasted great! I decided to lick his heel and after getting no response, I decided I just had to have that big toe in my mouth. I didn't want to wake Kyle up because I knew he would think that my liking male feet would be weirder than weird. But I couldn't resist. I took his big toe in my mouth and started sucking on it.
All of a sudden Kyle sat up in bed and jerked his feet back. I thought, "Oh snap! He knows what I am doing!"
Kyle asked, "Brian? What are you doing?"
I told him that I was doing nothing. Kyle told me that it felt like I had been licking his foot and sucking on his toe. That's when my bro suddenly sat up in bed and said, "Go ahead, Bri. Tell Kyle that you like guys' feet."
“I like guys’ feet.”
“Great – now do what you gotta do, but do it QUIETLY, bro. We’ve got only about two hours before we’ve got to get up and dig for worms out back.” (Torin and Kyle were going fishing, and they liked to get their own bait and… it’s a long story).
And with that, both Kyle and Torin sort of rolled over and went back to sleep.
When Kyle began to snore, I took my time smelling his feet. Then I began to lick them. My bro’s best friend remained unconscious to a degree, but it was clear from his moans and twitches that he could feel me working my tongue in between his toes and all over his left foot. Then I picked up his right foot and gave it the same treatment—sucking on the toes and licking between them and slurping up and down the soles with my tongue as well. I didn't stop until Kyle began to show signs of fully waking up again.
At that point I began extending the same treatment on my sleeping brother’s feet!