HTTYB - Day 19, Part 11

Second half of this chapter get's a little weird 😜 let's see who still likes it tho!

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Although Reese was given a break from the antics of Olivia and her friends, it only lasted a little while before Jordan started suggesting they should mess around with him again. They did, after all, only have a single day together with Reese, after which he’d go back to being a normal person that wasn’t subservient to every whim and desire and ploy that the girls threw at him. Jordan didn’t even have a specific idea in mind; she just said that she was bored, and that it was Reese’s duty as their toy for the day to entertain her.

“How about we bury you til I think of something new,” she decided, while the other two girls lay on their beach towels tanning under the sun. Elle definitely didn’t care about messing with Reese like the others did, and even though Olivia enjoyed teasing him, she’d already done plenty with him today, and didn’t feel the need to maximize every single minute of the afternoon.

“Help me dig your grave,” Jordan jokingly told Reese, scooping heaves of sand into a pile near where he’d been sitting. It didn’t take long for a hole to develop for the 3 foot tall boy, who begrudgingly sat down criss cross in the center at Jordan’s direction. Although most people who get buried in sand tend to lie on their backs in a rectangular sized pit, Jordan thought it’d be better if they dig more of a square hole instead. “If you’re sitting down with your limbs crossed,” she told him with a grin, “it’ll be pretty much impossible for you to dig your way out without help.”

Reese didn’t love the idea of encouraging his already potent sense of claustrophobia, but responded with nothing other than a sigh as Jordan started filling the hole back in. The sand was cool though, and almost felt snug as it began to fill in the crevices around his body. He even helped Jordan pack some of the sand in, until the sand reached up to his waistline and it came time for him to set his arms down so they could be buried too.

While Olivia’s friend worked to bury him under the pile of sand, Reese looked off into the distance, gazing around at the sporadic groupings of friends and families that populated the Oregon coastline. Obviously he didn’t expect big crowds to show up on a week day, especially when a lot of other people his age still had school. And Oregon’s beaches were never impressive enough to be a vacation spot for anyone outside of the pacific northwest. So Reese’s eyes scoured every other beachgoer he saw, wondering what their stories were and how they’d ended up at the same beach where she had promised him a full day of splendid servitude.

While he was looking around, his eyes settled upon a group of four people walking his way. All four of them were young women, but what caught Reese’s attention was how one of them was only as tall as everyone else’s legs. “Hey, do you guys see those girls over there?” he asked Jordan and the two others. Olivia and Elle scooted their sunglasses aside and looked up, squinting in the direction of the group Reese was talking about. “Does one of them have DSD, or am I crazy?”

“Uh, I think that’s a kid, dude,” Jordan scoffed, only paying attention for a few seconds before going back to filling in Reese’s hole.

Elle shook her head, “No, I think Reese is right. That’s definitely an adult. Or at least not a little girl.”

“She’s like two and a half feet tall,” Reese added, his interest raising the closer she got.

“Yeah, that’s not too small to be a kid,” Jordan shrugged. “Maybe she’s like four years old, stop staring at the four year old, Reese.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Reese cringed.

“Yeah, she’s obviously not a child,” Olivia chimed in. “Look at the shape of her body, the proportions of everything. I mean look, you can see has boobs.”

Jordan turned her head again, and realized the others were right. Next to the others she was with, the smaller girl clearly had the same body type as a full grown person, just at half the scale.

Reese’s eyes lit up with excitement, and Elle giggled at his reaction. “Looks like Reese is into her.”

“Yeah no wonder,” Olivia laughed, “he probably never meets anyone his age and his size.”

“Jordan, get me out of here,” Reese insisted, “I wanna meet her. Maybe she’s around my age.”

The girl burying him glanced back and forth between Reese, who was up to his armpits now in sand, and the shrunken girl with her friends, only a few minutes away from reaching their group. But then she grinned, realizing she finally had a way that she could have some fun with him. She started piling the sand in quicker, wanting to hide Reese before his counterpart could spot him.

“C’mon Jordan,” Olivia sighed, “just give him a break.”

“Don’t worry, we can invite them over here. I’ll even get the girl’s number for him. I just wanna make him work for it first.” With a resounding final few pats, Jordan beamed down at Reese’s tiny head poking up from the sand, while the rest of his body was immobile beneath the surface. In the last few moments, she’d given him a sort of headrest, so that his face was at a 45 degree angle between facing up and facing the water.

Knowing that there was no point in arguing with Jordan, Reese took one last look at the shrunken girl walking his way and yelled out a desperate “HELP!” in her direction, prompting Jordan to scoff in annoyance, and drop her ass down on his face before he could try anything else.

You already sat on my face like half an hour ago, was Reese’s first thought, as if unoriginality was a good enough reason for Olivia or her friends to not bother him. As Jordan’s cheeks engulfed him, she wiggled squarely on top of him, both as a means of taunting his helplessness, but also to wedge his face deeper into her crack and lower the chances that anyone would see anything suspicious. For Reese, he was struggling to take even one breath that wasn’t labored and tainted with an odd aroma that was both parts musty (from her butt crack) and salty (from the ocean). But to anyone who was an onlooker, they weren’t able to see anything out of the ordinary. Jordan’s rear had completely covered the poor shrunken boy, so it just looked like a regular girl sitting in the sand. “You must’ve gotten their attention, cuz they’re coming this way,” Jordan quietly told him. “So if you want me to ask the shrunken one for her number, make sure to kiss my ass down there.”

Beneath Jordan, Reese tried to pucker his lips, but without any sort of mobility, he wasn’t sure if he could really actually perform a kiss. It’s not really kissing if someone just holds their lips to someone else, besides the fact that his lips were already pressed against the 22 year old’s superior butt the moment she’d sat on his face. But he didn’t know how serious Jordan was, so he still did his best to pucker up and smooch between the girl’s cheeks with as much commitment as he could muster.

Above him, he heard the conversation that ensued as Olivia introduced herself to the group of friends. Though they mentioned hearing someone shout at them, they clearly hadn’t realized it had been a cry for help, and assumed it’d just been Olivia or her friends shouting “hey.”

“And you’re all freshmen in college, right?” Reese heard Olivia ask them, though muffled and quieted through the ass cheeks of her best friend that he was earnestly trying to kiss.

“Well we just went on break, so we’re technically sophomores now,” one of the women answered.

“The reason she’s asking,” Jordan added, “is because we know someone who has DSD too, close enough to your height, and he’s about to finish high school so he’s pretty much the same age as you.” She spoke this last point directly at the shrunken girl, who visibly perked up at hearing about one of her own, similar to how Reese had. “He’s taking a nap back at the house though.”

“Can I see a picture of him?” the shrunken girl asked, which made Reese struggle as much as he could—obviously, without anything to show for it though. There was a pause as Olivia pulled up a photo on her phone (Reese hoped she wouldn’t pick an embarrassing one), and then an audible swoon from the girl after seeing a picture of Reese. “Ooooh, he’s cute! And he’s almost the same size as me, too.” Reese’s heart fluttered at the compliment.

“Well lemme get your number and I can give it to him when we head back,” Jordan replied, handing the girl her phone. Another pause, as the girl typed in her number to Jordan’s phone before handing it back to her. “Great! I’ll give this to him when we’re back and tell him to text you.”

“Awesome, thank you!”

“It was nice meeting you,” Olivia added, and the girl’s friends chimed in their agreement, the whole group all saying their goodbyes. The whole ordeal only took a few minutes, but just like that, Reese now had another shrunken girl’s number. He might finally be able to date someone his own size.

Although technically, he didn’t have the girl’s number just yet. “I think that went pretty well,” Jordan remarked, watching the four of them continue down the beach. “See? I’m a nice person, I keep my promises.” Reese, of course, said nothing in response, since his face was still plastered to Jordan’s butt crack. “I can’t get off you just yet though. There’s a chance that one of the girls we met will turn around to look back at us, and I don’t want them knowing I was actually sitting on you. So let’s just wait another… ten minutes? That should be good.”

Elle just went back to tanning, and Olivia evidently didn’t think Jordan’s teasing was too harsh, or at least care enough to step in. So Reese continued to wallow beneath the girl’s butt, as she picked up her phone from the nearby towel and proceeded to check her Snapchat as if Reese wasn’t there at all.

Suddenly, an explosion of light filled Reese’s eyes and a ginormous pressure was released from his face, as some time later Jordan finally got up from his head after deciding that enough time had passed. Although Reese hadn’t really been suffocating, he still gasped gratefully at the clean air, his eyes adjusting to his surroundings again. He glanced around, as if there was somehow a chance the shrunken girl was still in sight, but was unsurprised to see that she was long gone. “So you gonna thank me for letting you breathe again?” Jordan asked him, crossing her arms and staring down at him while standing directly over his trapped little head.

“Thank you Jordan,” he groaned, while she stuck her toe in his nose and patted his hair with her foot, laughing at his inability to fight against her little antics.

“Maybe that’s what I should make you do to get her number,” she mused, pressing her sandy big toe against his lips. “Suck on our toes or something. I dunno, it was kinda hot when you did it back at the house.”

Elle cough-laughed upon hearing her friend’s bluntness. “Jordan! You can’t just say Reese is hot when Olivia’s right there.”

“I didn’t say he’s hot, I said sucking toes is hot. BIG fuckin difference.” Jordan scoffed, “And also, not really that crazy of a thing to say, especially given everything that’s happened today. I just sat on his face while wearing a bikini, but sucking my toe is gonna be too far?”

Olivia looked back and forth between her bickering friends, while an idea of her own formed in her mind. “We should do like, a comparison to see how good he is with his tongue.” She smirked, shoving her foot towards her Reese’s head so fast that it caused a wave of sand to spray his face. Instantly, his whole head was consumed by her foot’s shadow, and he felt six inches tall as he had to look up at her tan, wiggling toes towering above him. “I want you to give my toe a blowjob. Basically, pretend it’s a dick, and you’re trying to get me to cum—trying to get my toe to cum, I mean. Stick it in your mouth, deepthroat it, slobber all over it. Pretend you’re super gay for my big toe and wanna do whatever you can to please it.” The three girls all laughed at Olivia’s absurd idea, as Reese only grimaced.

“You’re gonna make me pretend to suck a dick? Seriously?”

Olivia bopped his face with her sole, and then withdrew it back to her towel. “Well it’s not actually a penis, ya dingus. You’ll be fine. Just make sure to actually put some effort in.” Then she turned to look at Elle, who hadn’t gotten a ton of action throughout the day yet. “Then to balance it out, Elle can stick her feet out,” she started to say, motioning for her friend to stretch out her legs, then reached over to Elle’s side-by-side soles to trace her finger around the slit that formed between her feet. “And you can pretend her feet here are a vagina. Gotta eat her feet out. Use your tongue really well. I mean, you know how to eat out a girl’s pussy, right Reese?”

Instantly, all three women turned to look at him, and he blushed, imagining them all mocking him for being bad at it. “I mean, yeah, it’s like—” he stuttered, completely caught off guard. Jordan and Olivia burst into laughter.

“So then what’s he gonna do for me?” Jordan asked, somewhat upset at being left out.

“I dunno,” Olivia shrugged, “whatever you want him to. You said you wanted him to suck your toes or whatever, he can still do that.”

Even if Jordan went first, she knew the treatment she’d receive would feel underwhelming compared to Reese trying to deepthroat Olivia’s toe and give it a blowjob. “Eh. I’ll just save it til we’re back at the house then and watch you guys for now. Who’s first?”

“Up to Reese,” Olivia said. “What do you like licking more dude, pussy or cock?” She snickered at how she’d phrased it, and Reese rolled his eyes.

“Pussy,” he answered awkwardly, perhaps the most awkwardly anyone has ever said the word pussy before. “If I’m gonna do a lot of licking though, then can I have a drink of water first? I’m pretty thirsty.”

“Sure thing, sport,” Jordan winked, grabbing his bottle of water and sitting back down in front of him. She sat with her legs in a butterfly formation, so that they surrounded Reese’s head, and she tapped his chin as she unscrewed the lid of his water. “Open up.” He opened his mouth accordingly, but furrowed his eyebrows when instead of pouring some water in his mouth, she took a giant swig of it herself. Looking down at him with a beaming grin, he was about to say something when she suddenly puckered her lips and expertly spat out a stream of water directly into Reese’s still-open mouth. He coughed in surprise, swallowing the water before he could decide if he even wanted to, and Jordan let out a cackle at his expense. “Still thirsty?”

“Actually I’m—”

She grabbed his jaw and held it open, taking another long few gulps of his water, so much that she finished it all. With the last swig, she swished it around in her mouth first, loudly gurgled it in the back of her throat, and then leaned down close to Reese’s face while maintaining an unwavering eye contact as she positioned her lips over his mouth. This time she let the water trickle out slowly, like a mama bird feeding its young, and Reese let it pool up before eventually being forced to swallow. It was a bit warmer the second time around. But at least he wasn’t thirsty anymore.

“You good now?” Olivia asked, as Elle shuffled closer to where the boy’s head was. He wanted to ask when they’d let him out, but figured it was coming soon. If he was really expected to simulate sucking a toe like it was a dick, then he wouldn’t be very successful if he could barely move his neck, let alone any other part of his body. So he just nodded, and Jordan moved out of the way so Elle could sit in front of him, brushing bits of sand off her feet before extending them towards his head.

“OK Reese, I’ll put a timer on for… 3 minutes? That should be good.”

He looked up at Elle’s feet, definitely not as big as Olivia’s had been, but still taller than him nonetheless. “So I’m just supposed to lick them?”

Olivia groaned, “No you’re not supposed to ‘just lick’ them. You gotta pretend the little shape that her feet make are a pussy and do your best to make her orgasm. You know like that TikTok where someone shows their technique on a grapefruit? Like that, but on Elle’s feet instead.” Reese watched Olivia get up and walk behind him, heard a big thump as she plopped on the ground, and then felt something at the back of his head suddenly push it forward so his face was closer to her friend’s feet and more easily able to reach them. He was barely an inch away from Elle’s feet now, so he couldn’t even see anything in his vision other than her soles, but he felt Olivia’s thighs brush against the sides of his head, making him feel like it was in a canyon, as her legs stretched out next to Elle’s. He realized his head was basically being held up by Olivia’s crotch, who was now scratching his hair adoringly as Elle readied herself and Jordan readied the camera on her phone. “You do a good job, and we’ll unbury you, mkay?”

“Alright,” Reese nervously replied, taking one last nervous look at Elle’s soles. Through the sliver in the middle, he could barely see her face looking down to where he was, unable to see him behind her feet but readying herself for the next few minutes. He hearkened back to earlier that morning, when she’d stuck her ruthlessly sweaty soles atop his face, before Olivia wrapped him up tight under her bed covers, and just how ungodly the smell had been. Luckily, she’d taken a shower since then, and he could easily tell from how close he was now that they were much cleaner, which hopefully meant that the taste wouldn’t be too bad. But still, there was something unappealing about how her feet looked. Her toes were kind of stubby, and though the rest of her skin was pale, her bottoms of her feet had a pinkish hue, bordering on red in some areas. By contrast, he thought about how much smoother and more elegant looking Olivia’s feet were (and most of the time he’d smelled or licked them over the past few weeks, they’d always been fairly clean, sometimes even pleasant smelling). Not that he had a foot fetish, but like, if he was going to be face to face with a pair of soles, it’s nice when they’re at least a bit aesthetically cleaning. But Elle’s weren’t ugly, and they were clean enough; overall, licking them would be more of a humiliating prank than a serious bother, so it wasn’t too hard for him to decide to fully commit in the hopes that appeasing the girls would make his life a little easier.

“Ready,” he sighed, and Olivia pressed the start button on her timer excitedly.

“Go!”

Right away, Reese started at the lower left corner of Elle’s foot-pussy, licking in a kind of zig-zag pattern upon the side of her sole. Then when he reached the top, he came back down, his tongue starting back up on the right side and tickling its way up along the other end of Elle’s feet. Then when he was done, he stuck his tongue in the narrow slit between her feet, the rest of his face pressed keenly against her big soles, and wiggled his tongue around so much that it caused Elle to giggle and squirm a little from the feeling. Then he started back over from the beginning, back in the lower left corner. And throughout it all, he’d sneak in a quick kiss every now and then, unsure if it was helping, but deciding it felt right anyways.

Jordan hadn’t been able to stop laughing, hooting and hollering since before Reese’s tongue even touched Elle’s foot. And Elle, though mostly a background observer to most of the antics of the day, was admittedly having a bit of fun feeling Reese service her soles like it was her vaj. But Olivia was a little surprised, and absentmindedly would pet his hair throughout the experience as she watched him work away at Elle’s feet. She hadn’t actually expected Reese to know what the fuck he was doing (and in reality, Reese had only eaten a girl out once before, a few years earlier; his girlfriend had coerced him into it, and he’d been so clueless as to what he was doing that he just flatly wiped his tongue up and down his girlfriend’s like her pussy was a popsicle—needless to say, she’d been thoroughly unimpressed, and borderline angry, and Reese had been so embarrassed in the years since that he’d never attempted it with any other girls since). But Olivia was impressed with how zealously Reese was trying, even if he was clearly a bit uneducated. He just needs to be shown what to do, she thought, somewhat fondly. The work ethic is there though. He’s passionate if nothing else.

Only after several minutes of pleasuring Elle’s soles did Reese remember what a clitoris was, and he made a last-ditch effort to focus on the top of Elle’s feet, wiggling his head around and struggling to get his tongue to reach up near the girl’s round toes. “I’m tryna lick her clit,” he quickly explained, soon returning to writhing his head between Olivia’s thighs like it might help him raise his mouth higher. Elle helped him out and bent her toes downwards a bit so Reese could reach them, Jordan broke out into a second series of high-pitched, unabashed laughter, and Olivia chuckled at how seriously he seemed to be taking it. She decided to help him out and gently guided his head in circular motions that reversed back and forth, as if giving him a little tip in how to effectively perform oral sex on a woman… or at least, how oral sex worked on her.

“And… time!” After one final, slurpy smooch at the apex of Elle’s pussy shaped feet, Reese withdrew his lips from her slobbered-up soles. Olivia patted him on the head for a job well done, as Elle wiped her feet dry in the sand before backing away to give Reese some space. “So, how’d he do?” she asked Elle, who shrugged a little but nodded in encouragement.

“It wasn’t bad. At least it seemed like he was trying,” she remarked.

“However good he did,” Jordan added, “at least it was fucking hilarious.” She was already rewatching the recording on her phone, excited to share it on Instagram and Snapchat and Twitter and TikTok and YouTube.

“Sounds like you’ve earned your freedom back,” Olivia announced, swiveling around in front of Reese and getting on her knees. Reese politely ignored her boobs accidentally banging against his face as she scooped out the sand around his head. Once his shoulders appeared, she grabbed ahold of them, and in one giant show of strength, lifted his entire body out of the tomb of sand Jordan had encased him in.

“Thanks,” he sputtered, waving away the cloud of dust that had exploded above where he’d just been buried.

“No problem! Ready for round two?”

He hesitated to answer, glancing at his water bottle that was now empty. Technically, he was still a little thirsty, but he didn’t want to invite Jordan to spit in his mouth again. “Yeah. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Hey now, we don’t have to give you that girl’s number,” Jordan reminded him, readying her phone to take another video as Olivia got down on the ground and held her foot out for him. He sat down criss cross in front of it, lifting it onto his lap and flicking bits of sand away from her toes.

“God, it’s so big,” he muttered, referring both to her 13-inch tall feet that were more than a third of his whole height (basically larger than his entire torso), and the big toe of hers that was so girthy that he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to fit it in his mouth.

“That’s what he said,” Olivia joked, much to the amusement of her friends. “Readyyyyyy… go!”

With a little less gusto than when he’d had to mimic eating out a vagina, Reese bent down and began licking up the sides of her big toe, using his hands to push her other four to the side so he could focus his attention on the main one. Although he’d never sucked a dick before, he had had his own dick sucked a few times before, so he at least knew a strategy for how to start things off. Olivia’s toe tasted mostly clean, luckily, although like Elle’s, there was a bit of a dirty taste from the microscopic sand particles that clung to her skin. Before putting it in his mouth, he twisted the tip of his tongue around on the webbing of her foot, between her first and second toes, which in his mind was like licking the balls. This made Olivia squirm though, and she reflexively clamped her toes shut, catching Reese’s tiny tongue in a vice-like grip for a few seconds before she released him and half-heartedly apologized.

Then came the main course, as he opened his mouth open and inserted her toe right in. He tried to take care in not biting it, but it was so big that he already felt like his jaws were pushed to the max just fitting it inside. Then his lips closed around the toe, and with a groan of exaggerated discomfort that nearly sounded like it came from a porno, he slowly started working his mouth up and down Olivia’s dick-shaped podal appendage.

Drool poured out from the sides of his mouth, and he frequently had to try sucking it back up, knowing his mouth would dry out quick if he let it all spill out. Sometimes, to take a break, he’d unsheathe Olivia’s toe from his mouth so he could go back to licking for a little bit, and a messy glob of his saliva would ooze out and coat Olivia’s toe, before running down and spilling onto the other areas of her foot. He’d even kiss the very tip here and there; all in all, he felt like he was doing a fairly thorough job. What more can I really do? he naively wondered. Yet when he looked up, Olivia seemed slightly unimpressed. She thought his technique was fine, but his passion was clearly lacking. He continued trying to please her, and give her toe the best blowjob he could muster up, but he had a cloud of doubt in his mind that he wasn’t doing a good enough job still. “How much time is left?” he asked, feeling sure he’d gone way past the three minute mark.

“Shit, I forgot to start the timer,” Olivia said, Reese noting her monotone voice.

Jordan was still recording every single second of Reese’s humiliating endeavor, and declared “It’s been five and a half minutes.”

“Oh, okay,” Olivia sighed, and began pulling her foot away from the boy’s mouth.

But he grabbed onto her foot, looked up into her eyes, and with slobber coating both his lips and her giant toes, told her “Don’t! I can do it better.” And without taking another beat, he dropped down onto all fours and fervently started worshipping Olivia’s entire foot like he was suddenly in love with it now.

“Alright, now we’re talking,” Olivia smiled, clearly impressed with his renewed sense of vigor, watching him lick up and down her soles in columns from left to right. It seemed as though he was now treating her entire foot as a dick instead of just her big toe. Or maybe it was an avant-garde interpretation of a blowjob, since he soon returned back to her toes and starting sucking on each of them instead of just the biggest. Each toe got his attention now, each toe got to be inserted deep into his mouth as he trailed his tongue around their girths, kissing and loving on them like he never had before.

“Look at him go!” Jordan cheered, squatting down to Reese’s level to get close-up shots of him worshipping Olivia. “What’s with the change of heart? Did you suddenly realize you love how Olivia’s feet taste, or did you suddenly realize you’re hungry for some cock and her toes are the closest you’ll ever get?” But despite her raunchy teasing, Reese didn’t let up or slow down even a little. “I’ve never seen someone so desperate to worship a pair of feet. I don’t think this kind of passion can be faked, I think you’re really actually into it! Which is kinda lucky for you then, cuz you and Olivia live in the same house, so you could probably worship them every single day if you wanted to.” By now, Reese pretty much wanted to slap Jordan, but he knew what she was doing, and still didn’t let her weigh him down.

“I think my toes are on the verge of cumming,” Olivia dramatically remarked, which prompted him to jump back into a sitting position with her foot squarely on his lap, hugging her huge foot close to his chest as he bobbed up and down on her toes.

“What a hungry little man,” Jordan quipped, “you gonna make Olivia cum? Hm? Do you think you can do it?”

“C’mon Reesie!” Olivia shouted, squirming her toes in his mouth like it was a quaking dick on the verge of erupting. “Make my toes cum! Give me a nice big toegasm!”

“Toe-gaz-um! Toe-gaz-um!” she and Jordan chanted. Even the normally mild-mannered Elle joined in with the humiliating cheers.

“Oh, oh, oh, I feel it coming,” Olivia pretended to moan, in a fake, campy, over-the-top voice. She landed the heel of her other foot squarely on the back of his head, which acted like a hammer and shoved the 18 year old boy’s mouth deeper around her giant foot than they’d ever been able to reach yet. He didn’t even know it was possible to deepthroat a set of toes as much as he was now, and he was nearly choking as her wriggling digits tickled his uvula. “Swallow it, Reese! Swallow everything my toes have to give you! Here it cooooomes!”

With one final hurrah, she flailed onto her back, as if fainting from the experience, and buckled her feet inside Reese’s mouth like it was a dick spurting forth its load. No actual liquid came out, obviously, but Reese still swallowed what was there, which basically amounted to globs of his own foot-flavored saliva.

Eventually, the foot on top of his head fell to the wayside, and he struggled to pull his mouth out from around Olivia’s foot, collapsing onto his back like she had after the ten minute ordeal. That was definitely good enough, he decided, the hint of a smile forming on his face.

The girls all laughed and giggled at how absurd the whole thing had been—even Reese joined in and chuckled a little bit (although he wouldn’t have dared to admit that he had fun).

“You know, even though there wasn’t any actual nudity,” Jordan commented, scrubbing through the video to rewatch some of the highlights laden with explicit and sexual language being shouted while Reese worshipped Olivia’s foot. “I feel like I probably wouldn’t be allowed to upload that on social media.” He’d done such a good job, his undertaking wouldn’t even be shared on social media anymore. Lucky him, I guess.