My best friend Naomi
By Background_Duck_9575
Today I'm going to tell you about my best friend from college. We were very close at that time, although our friendship started as a friendzone.
I hope it won't be too long to read, don't hesitate to give me feedback. As a reminder, I am not English and this text is made with a translator and my knowledge.
The anecdotes are all based on true events, sometimes romanticized, and all the characters are 18 years old or older.
Naomi is a small, dark-haired, lightskin girl. I'm not lying to you when I say that she was and still is one of the most beautiful and gorgeous women I have ever met. She has big expressive brown eyes, curly brown hair that falls to her shoulders. Always very smiley and charming, half of the boys in college were in love with her. She loved to play with the boys and their expectations. In addition to being very tactile, her pleasure was to excite men before cutting off all desire with total ignorance, or worse, with a well-placed blow. And guess who got the best friend role!
During those years, I couldn't tell you how many times she kicked boys in the balls, or even threatened them. I understood veeeery quickly that she was a natural.
First anecdote
The first time she threatened me was one of the most memorable. We were in a snack bar next to the school, sitting face to face. I've seen her playing footsie with friends of mine before, so I was secretly hoping she would do the same with me. I didn't wait long.
I felt her foot slide up my inner thigh and slowly make its way to my crotch. As I look under the table, I see a skater wide Vans standing an inch away from my manhood. I let out a nervous laugh, and Naomi immediately understands that I'm stressed.
"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you!"
"Your big Vans are scary, though..."
"Is it the Vans that are making you stressed?" She laughs and takes off her foot.
"One wrong move with this and I'll be limping for the whole afternoon!"
"Awww, you poor thing."
While she's clearly laughing at me, I feel something under the table sliding down my thigh again. This time, I can clearly feel that she has removed her shoe. I look under the table and see her little foot in a white sock resting gently on my groin. She begins to press lightly and move back and forth.
This was her game: to excite the boys, making them hard and uncomfortable, before leaving them alone in their torment.
"You're going to wake the beast..." I said, hoping to provoke her.
"The beast is no longer afraid?"
"No, it's having a good time right now."
She adds pressure and begins to crush my testicles.
"What about now?"
"Honestly, it's OK."
She presses down and lowers her foot. I feel her toes digging into my balls, crushing them against my body. I make a soft moan while wincing, causing her to burst out laughing before pulling her foot out.
This was the beginning of a very long series of threats and light blows that lasted for a minimum of 2 years. I will give you a few stories, some of them are shorts but I keep on fantazing on it.
Second anecdote
Once, she was in ballet flats and called me to "test something" in the school yard. She asks me to stand up straight, and places herself in front of me, slightly to the left, her back facing me. Without a glance, she lifts her foot back and lightly taps my thigh. Although I understood what she was looking for, I play the innocent and ask her what she is doing. She glances back this time, and swings her heel into my balls. The impact is frank and controlled. She could have put me on the ground if she wanted to, but she didn't put that much power into it. I bend over holding my genitals, as she laughs and says "Just testing this position, I guess it works!"
Third anecdote
One time we were on the bus together, sitting side by side, and for some reason, I was "sulking." I look out the window and don't answer her anymore. She puts her head on my shoulder, tries to tickle me, and tries other things to make me smile. She finally slips her hand into the pocket of my baggy shorts, and puts her hand on my cock. I try not to react. She starts stroking my sex through my pocket, then grabbing it. I continue to stare out the window, though now I'm paralized. We're only two stops away from her place now.
"Are you really not going to talk to me?"
She starts to tighten her grip. I turn my head towards her and say something like "you're insufferable" with a smile. She responds to my smile with a relieved look, and starts stroking my cock again. We get to her stop, a big smile comes over her face, she says "See you tomorrow!" and slaps my dick. As this was all happening in my pocket, the slap was light and didn't hurt, although I was startled. I spended the rest of the bus ride hiding a huge erection.
Fourth anecdote
Another time, she comes to me at the end of class to tell me that she made a mistake.
"You did what?"
"I think I really hurt Tristan..."
Tristan, he was a stalker from another college. He was very onerous and would do anything to date Naomi. For example, he would come and wait for her in front of her house in the morning, or in front of the school at night. That was the case this time.
"Doesn't he deserve it? What happened?" I ask.
"He took my bag and was holding it up. I asked him three times to give it back, and he wouldn't listen. I told him I was going to hurt him, but he kept laughing."
Obviously, I understand where this is going. So I tell her:
"Ah, a good kick in the balls?"
She takes an embarrassed look and replies:
"I totally grabbed them. But like, hard... Like this."
She walks over to me, and in one big motion, sends her hand to my crotch. She slows her hand down at the last moment and gently grabs my balls. I'm starting to get used to it, so I'm not unsettled and I try to provoke her.
"It's okay, you must not have hurt him that much!"
"Yes, I did, I really went a little hard I think... First there was the impact, but then I SQUEEZED".
At the word "squeezed", she closes her grip. She doesn't squeeze to hurt me, but I can feel her fingers wrapping around my testicles. She then releases with a look of concern, but not for me. She continued to care about Tristan, but didn't care at all that she had replicated the action with me.
Fifth anecdote
There was a time when I was sitting on a bench in the schoolyard. I see her bag next to me while she is in the bathroom, and I put it behind my back to annoy her. When she comes back, she notices her bag is missing. Knowing my jokes, she looks directly at me. I shrug with an innocent look. She stands in front of me, between my two spread legs, and asks me nicely to give it back to her.
"I don't know what you're talking about" I answer her with a provocative smile.
She delicately puts her knee between my two thighs and calmly asks me again. I answer the same sentence. She then starts to push her knee. Progressively, she adds weight. I feel her knee coming to completely compress my balls against my pelvis.
"You know very well that it's going to get worse and worse."
I don't respond and take the pain with a grimace. She lifts her second leg, tipping her entire weight onto her knee. And she starts to give light jerks, as if she was jumping on her knee to readjust it and totally crushed my manhood. And it takes effect, I feel the pain rising in my stomach as I felt her put her whole body into annihilating my genitals.
"Okay okay okay okay, here."
I hand her her bag, creating space between my back and the bench. She takes the opportunity to drive her knee even deeper, sticking me to the bench. Her knee is planted between my legs, my balls are completely crushed between her knee and my body. I grab her leg but I can't get out of her hold. She smiles, thanks me, takes the bag and leaves. I sat there for about ten minutes, trying my best to recover and to not look weird when I walk.
Sixth anecdote
We are in the canteen and I have a new very very stupid idea to provoke Naomi. After dropping my tray, I head towards the exit with the water jug from my table. At the end of our meals, we put the jugs next to the exit door, and I see Naomi sitting at a table with friends right next to it. There's still some water in the jug, so when I get behind her, I pour the content down the back of her neck. She flinches and turns to me with a murderous look. Truth be told, there was a lot more water than I thought. I giggle and run towards the exit.
After the lunch break, we go back to class. A student who has spent the year with us is leaving tonight, so we have a going-away party for her. The chairs and tables are rearranged, juice and chips are made available and we chat for an hour. Naomi is sitting on a table, next to another friend (F), and I am standing in front of them. Naomi is wearing jean shorts and flip-flops that dangle from her toes with black nail polish. We're chatting about everything, and at one moment, I just turn my head to the side (probably to listen to another conversation). It is at this moment that Naomi, preparing her revenge since noon, decides to take action.
She sends a slap right into my balls. But I'm not talking about a light slap like on the bus. I'm talking about a slap that echoes around the room and is heard by the entire class. To this day, it is one of the hardest slaps I have ever taken (I have yet to experience ballbusting with a partner in a sexual setting). People have seen the action and look shocked, others are looking for where the noise is coming from, and Naomi and her friend are laughing their asses off. I am able to stand up straight despite a certain pain level in my right testicle. She really didn't miss it.
I put my hands on my hips, legs still spread facing her, and ask her:
"Was that for the water jug?"
"I'm not done" she replies, and sends her knee between my legs. She doesn't do it hard, just to annoy me and humiliate me in front of her friend, but I don't move and leave my hands on my hips.
"It's a little disproportionate isn't it?"
"On the contrary, I think it's very proportionate," she tells me while pushing her knee in before pulling it out. I tell myself she's done, take my hands off my hips, and throw in one last provocation.
"Anyway, it doesn't hurt as much as it looks."
With these words, she quickly and strongly lifts her leg between mine. I mechanically close my two thighs and imprison her foot between my legs, a few centimeters from my balls. She begins to shake her foot, drops her flip-flop, and asks me to release it. I start to twist her leg slightly as I turn, but she starts yelling to let go with a really annoyed look on her face. Again, people start looking at us.
"OK but will you stop?"
She nods her head. I spread both my legs again, releasing hers. She didn't wait any longer to send her leg out again, her ankle and the base of her barefoot lodging directly in my crotch. The kick is much less noisy than the slap earlier, but the pain really gets to me this time. The blow was quick but I had time to feel her ankle hit my testicles with full force. I almost fall over, putting both my hands on the table where Naomi and her friend are giggling and mocking me. I decide to go sit on a chair for the rest of the going-away party as the two girls sitting on the table continued to laugh at me for long minutes.
Seventh anecdote
Once, Naomi and I are sitting face to face on the grass in the school campus. She was wearing little white Bensimon sneakers. We always shared everything, and this time she was laughing on her phone and wouldn't tell me who she was with, or why. This was obviously provocation, to which I responded by trying to take her phone. She dodged all attempts and started pushing my leg with her foot. I decide to step forward, and try again to grab her phone. Again, I move closer. This is repeated a few times, but each time I move closer, I also move my crotch closer to her second foot which is facing me.
The moment arrives when her foot is almost in contact with my jeans. As she does nothing, I decide to point it out to her.
"Please hand me your phone, I can't get any closer."
She looks at her foot, understands, and with a smile replies to me "Exactly." She lifts her foot and places it on my crotch. She does not press, but leaves it there. "If you try to come any closer, you'll regret it."
You get the idea, it didn't stop me. I try a first time to approach, but she pushes her foot in. She laughs and calls me stupid as I let out a moan. I try a second time, but this time she stretches her leg as far as she can. I feel the sole of her tennis shoe completely compressing my genitals against my pelvis. But compared to all the times she was having fun giving little blows, this time I can feel her continuing to push in. I feel like she is testing my limits.
I end up backing off slightly and calming down. But despite that, she lets her foot rest on my crotch and starts to laugh. Then she tells me:
"I advise you not to make me laugh. I have a reflex which is to tap my foot when I laugh".
She shows me with her second foot: with her heel on the ground, she strikes with the sole of her foot several times as if she were playing the drums. Luckily for me, I never had trouble making her laugh. So I reply, "Have you thought about getting professional help?"
"Ha. Ha. Ha." She gives a slow forced laugh, and gives my crotch some pressure with each "ha." I take it in and continue with my sarcastic tone.
"Are you really trying to get me to believe your 'foot tapping' story? You'll have to find other reasons for me to stop."
She looks at her foot lodged between my two legs, and looks me in the eyes again with a surprised look.
"What, isn't that enough already?"
"It's keeping me from getting closer, but it's not going to keep me from fucking with you"
As I finish my sentence, I try one last approach to grab her phone. As I force my way closer, I feel her shoe totally stick with my cock and balls and compress them against my pelvis. It only lasts a fraction of a second before she pulls her foot out. Drawn into my momentum, I move twice as close to her while her leg is bent and the sole of her shoe is still towards my crotch. And although this all happens very quickly, I see her reaching for her leg again, looking into my eyes with a slight, sadistic grin. Her Bensimon comes to crash with all power against my manhood. Having come closer, her leg is still bent when the impact is made, but it doesn't stop her. She pushes her foot as much as possible. This time, she really wanted to put me out of action. And my reaction was not long in coming. Both my hands curl around her foot as I let out a shaky "ooooow." She pulls her foot out from between my legs and returns to her phone.
"So, was it worth it?"
I lie on my side in a fetal position, my hands clutching my aching testicles. She laughs, puts her phone away and stands up.
"See you later!"
I sit back down on the grass as best I can, and sit there for a good fifteen minutes more. I limp along for the next hour.
Eighth anecdote
The last anecdote I'm going to tell you took place at the end of our college year. We were a bunch of 5 friends, 3 boys and 2 girls, and we knew that we were each going to different cities and countries, and that we were spending our last night all together.
I invite everyone to my parents' house, there is a room big enough in the garage to set up mattresses, and have a big sleepover. We order pizzas, have fun, it gets dark, the lights are turned off, and naughty topics are started. "Who do you think was the prettiest girl in class?" "What about the prettiest guy?" Some more intimate games followed, like taking turns simulating and moaning, or getting hot with each other. It is decided that the girls' goal will be to excite the boys before sleeping. One of my three friends being gay, that leaves 2 girls for 2 boys. And Naomi decides to take care of me.
I am lying on my back, while Noémie in pyjamas is lying down on my body. I feel her chest against my body, and I feel her pressing her groin against mine. Being much taller than her, her head is at the level of my chest. She looks at me with a naughty smile, grabs the sheets and pulls herself towards me. I feel her body rubbing against mine, her thigh rubbing against my sex that was starting to get hard. Then she starts kissing my neck and moves down to my chest. She knew very well that she was irresistible, and that moreover I was attracted by her, but she did not care. She went for it. Quickly, like after not even 20 seconds, I capitulate. My sex being stuck to her leg, and knowing that my erection is growing uncontrollably, I prefer to put an end to this game right away and to admit defeat. And there, in spite of all these times to hit me in the balls, to threaten me, to talk about it, comes the only involuntary blow that she ever gave me.
She smiles, proud of her victory, and stands up. But in her movement, she folds her leg and presses a big part of her weight on her knee which had been placed on my balls. She does not realize it and takes support on it to get up. I let out a big "OOF" instantly and grab my crotch. She hadn't missed it, I could still feel the sensation of her knee totally trapping my testicles under her weight. She understands what has just happened, puts her hand in front of her mouth and apologizes without being able to stop laughing.
My other two buddies react with sympathetic "ooooh" but still chuckles. And the last girl here bursts out laughing and provokes me with something like "That should calm your ardor hahaha"
Naomi, on the other hand, is standing in front of my two half-open legs. I did not think that after the knee blow, and especially surrounded by our other friends, she would have gone further. But I was wrong. She slowly places her barefoot on both my hands and pauses victoriously, showing off her biceps. "Go giiiirl," my friend calls out, as my buddies start to commiserate.
"It's okay now, leave it, poor guy".
Personally, I don't dare to take my hands away for fear that my fantasm will seem too obvious, but it's also the first time I've felt the sole of her barefoot and I'm so aroused that I'm not thinking like I usually do. I can't let this opportunity pass me by, despite my still growing erection.
I decide to slowly drop my hands to my side, while dropping my head in a moan of agony. I play dead, and pulling my hands away, her foot makes direct contact with my crotch. I had a half-boner, which she must have felt under her sole, but fortunately could not be seen by the others. She readjusts her foot, as if to feel properly my balls and dick. I can feel her heel adjusting to my testicles as her sole takes the shape of my cock. And then she starts to slowly swing her weight on that leg.
The universe was with me, as by this time the girl with us had started riding my friend to get him excited, and our third friend decided to follow what was going on with them instead. No one to judge us, just her, dominant and testing my limits, and me, totally submissive to her and her foot. I whisper, "I'm dead, this is it". She can feel very well that I'm hard under my pajama bottoms, and starts playing with it. She rubs my sex with the sole of her foot, turning it left and right while keeping her heel as a pivot point, fixedly placed on my balls. She wasn't putting any more force into it, she was just trying to get me more excited than I was.
"Are you sure? Because he, he's not dead" At the word "he", she lifts her heel to bring her toes against my erect cock, and gently presses down on it. I notice our friend is turning his attention back to us. Our position hadn't changed, and it was obvious she was turning me on with her foot. This embarassed me, although he didn't say anything, and I decided to straighten up and say "Come on, stop, you've won" She presses a bit more with her toes.
"Are you sure you want me to stop? Doesn't seems like it"
"Yes, I said you won"
"Okay, but can you tell me who is your best friend ever?"
I can't resist this latest provocation.
"Well that depends, there's Emma, Megan..."
Without an ounce of hesitation, she shifts her weight on her leg. Although she does it gradually, I feel her toes slide along my cock, and finally slip and squeeze my balls against the mattress. And although the mattress is soft, the pain is felt directly. I straighten up completely, grabbing her leg, my head against her knee as she continues to sink her foot into my manhood. I tried to lift her thigh, but she was pressing too hard for me to move it an inch.
"It's you, it's you, it's you!"
"It's me what?" She says softly, but still digging her toes in more violently and intensely at the end of her sentence. To this day, I still remember the feeling of her toes fully inserted in my testicles.
"You're the best friend ever, you're the better best and you deserve the best."
She smiles and withdraws her foot. I slump onto my back, my hands grabbing my hard sex and my balls swollen from so much pressure and relentlessness. Our friend, still on top of my buddy warming him up, moves her knee between his legs and says, "I hope you got a good look and are going to be very careful."
I hear him breath loudly from my place, as I warn him with a flickering voice : "don't mess around man".
Naomi laughs in her corner.
This last anecdote took place about 10 years ago. Since then, I only see Naomi very occasionally when she travels in the country where I live, and usually accompanied by her husband. She has changed her ways a lot, she is much less tactile than she used to be, and I find it very hard to imagine her still being so sadistic and playful today. I think we met at a time in her life when she was experimenting and searching for herself, and I was her perfect guinea pig.