I was sitting in my chair in band on the last day of the 11th grade. I saw the girl of my dreams talking to her friends and laughing. It was an amazing sight. She was so beautiful at that scene. We were friends, but very distant. I never asked her out, because I was afraid to.
She was an amazing sight. She had blond hair, she was tall, she had ocean blue eyes, and always wore awe-looking clothes. I had always liked her since the 6th grade, and now 5 years later, I still do. One thing I liked about her was her footwear. I always loved to see her feet. Some days she wore husky boots, and some days she wore flip-flops, either way were beautiful.
I never told anyone that I had a foot fetish. Seemed to odd of something to say to anyone. I was scared if I told anyone, that they would think I was weird or something. I wanted to tell her, but I thought she was too much of a secret-let-outter than someone to keep one. So I didn't tell her.
But it slipped out.
NEXT SCHOOL YEAR (12th grade)
It was early-August. School had started back, and things felt better. Then I heard her familiar flip-flops. FLIP FLOP FLIP FLOP. She pulled out two chairs behind me and sat in one, and propped her feet on the other. Her legs were right beside me. One flip-flop was cracked, and her soles were visible.
Occasionally I glanced at her feet, then looked right back at the teacher, but sometimes I couldn't help myself. Every once in a while I thought to myself to talk to her, but it slipped my mind. Then it just came. I had to say something, just something.
I looked back at her and stuttered "Nice... sandals." Why did I have to say that? Seems very odd that I NOW mention to say anything about it, and the fact that I was even looking at them. Maybe she wouldn't notice the oddness of the situation.
"Thank-you" she said, but the tone didn't sound like she was complimented.
Then about five minutes later, I noticed that she was actually moving her feet around in the chair, waving them back and forth repeatedly. Then eventually one slipped off and landed on the ground. FLOPPP
It just happened, I got out of my seat and picked up the flip-flop off the ground and handed it to her, but her bare foot right in my face. I stared. It was so beautiful of a structure. Her toes were crunched. She painted her toenails red and her size 13 foot was right in my vision. It was just so beautiful to me.
Then a second later I got back into my seat. I started to worry that she figured it out. She now knows it... I was positive.
"Class dismissed" the band teacher said.
I headed out of the room slowly. Then when I got right out, she appeared. She asked me, "I saw you looking at my feet in class, and when you got my flip-flop, I saw you looking at my foot... do you like my feet?" She looked a little dumbfounded, and I looked a little scared.
I just stared and hung my head. Lying would be bad for about anything. So I just waited for her to respond, any denial wouldn't matter. In fact, I did get to see her bare foot, so I guess it would be fine if she rejected me anyways.
She smiled. Odd. She walked away, and I was stunned. It was totally opposite from my expectations... what the?
It was late at night, I was just about to get into my bed, when my cell phone rang. I looked at the Caller ID. It was her.
"Hello?" I inquired into the speaker. I was kind of nervous.
She asked me something I have never heard ANYONE say before, "Hey, I know that you have a foot fetish. I am OK with that, in fact, I have one myself. Never once in my life have I ever seen anyone like feet. You are the first. It's kind of odd, huh? Well, I just need you do a favor for me," I was on the edge of nearly just exploding. A hot girl wants me to do something FOR her? "I want you to tickle my feet. It's been something I have been longing for. No one else has done it, and I feel like you are the perfect one. I've seen lots of people do it on YouTube and stuff, and I want to be a part of it. Maybe I can model my feet for you someday?"
It all went dark.
She invited me over to her house a week later, she told her parents I was going to tutor her. Not something that everybody does everyday. I felt so nervous. I pulled up her driveway and entered her house. Oddly, only her was home.
"Parents went out to go to see Eagle Eye. Come on in." She said very welcomely.
Was I up to this?
She led me to her room, which was pink and moderately big. She sat on her bed and smiled. She lifted her leg right at me, shoe pointing towards me. She asked me to take it off for her.
I tied very slowly, and put my hand on the top and my other on the bottom. I took it off and a smell of stinky feet rose to my nose. Smell of beauty. I tugged on her pink sock and it came off, and the foot came into view. It was very elegant to see her toes again. Now painted rosy red. She put up her other leg and I did the same process.
I took both feet by the heels, and put them together. I put them under my arm and put my finger on her wrinkly soles. I brushed them down gently. She giggled. Then I put the tips of my fingers and took them straight to the middle and started scratching forcefully. Her feet went up and down and I had to struggle to keep them in grasp. Then I went under her toes and scratched them in there. She was already near passing out from laughing.
"Feel tortured yet?" I asked her.
"Not yet." She declared.
She told me to get a feather out of her drawer. She bought one for later use of tickling. I took it out. It was blue-colored and was shiny. I felt good about touching her feet with this.
She also told me there was some ropes and some string. I took those out and looped the string around her two big toes and wrapped her ankles in rope all around tightly.
By this time, my pants felt so short on me that I felt like I was going to cream them. Better move onto the tickling.
I took the feather and took the tip and brushed them down. She was screeching out loud laughs. She tried to crunch them to prevent the sensation, but I had scratched her soles so hard that it was un-blockable.
I opened up her toes and brushed the feather into there, wriggling it around.
"AHAHAHAHA! Keep on going! UHAHAHAAHAHA!"
Man I wish I taped it...
The next month, I finally modeled her feet.
After we got out of college, we married each other.
Ellen- 26: Victim
Alice- 25: Tickler
THIS IS BASED OFF ONE OF THE CLIPS FROM http://ticklecentral.com. It's been modified with new characters and a different story.
Alice first woke up from the sound of her alarm going off. She woke up to the sound of it, and turned it off. Her dreams last night were weird. She dreamed of someone breaking into her house. Well, it's just a dream.
CLICK. Goggle, google, goggle went the coffee maker. Alice was tired from her job. She worked night shifts at the hospital. Last night, a man fell to the ground and no one would come quick enough, so she had to help carry the man to a room. She used to work-out at a local gym, so it helped her a bit.
Then she heard a weird noise. Probably just the wind. Winds were bad during summer. Alice took a sip from her mug, and then closed her eyes to take in the heat. Then she heard a drawer noise. Was someone in the house?
She crept over to her room and saw a woman wearing a black mask, going through her drawer. Who is it?, it rushed through her mind. With her courage, she sneaked right behind the burglar and fisted her in the back of her head.
It all went black...
"Uhhh... where am I?" the burglar wondered to herself.
She found herself bound to a chair, with her arms tied to the backrest, on the top of the chair, with her ankles tied to the armrest.
"Now, since I've captured you in your act, let's see who you are." Alice said bravely.
She reached over to the burglar's head, and pulled off the mask. Alice couldn't believe it.
"ELLEN!" Alice screamed. Her best friend was the one going through her stuff! "How could you?"
She wouldn't answer.
"What were you looking for?" Alice inquired her angrily.
She wouldn't answer.
Alice remembered. Rumors on the neighborhood went out that Ellen was EXTREMELY ticklish. This made Alice very determined.
"Well, if you won't tell me, I guess there is only one way to make you talk." Alice said.
"What are you going to do to me?" Ellen asked.
"So, do you like being touched?" Alice questioned.
She put her index finger under Ellen's underarms.
"Now tell me what you were looking for or I won't have to do this..." Alice teased. This ultimatum would be something that Ellen would remember forever.
"Oh please god n---" Ellen pleaded until Alice scratched her underarms.
"HOHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!" Ellen laughed.
"Ooh, nice reaction. Now, I know you don't like this. Tell me what you were looking for or I won't have to go on." Alice said.
"NEVE-- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Alice then started scratching from the armpit down to the elbows.
Alice loved hearing her laugh.
"Tell me now, what the hell were you looking for?!" Alice demanded.
"WHY DO YOU WANNA KN--- HAHAHAHAHHAHA!" Ellen said, only to be interrupted by Alice's tickling.
"See, we can do this the easy way or the hard way..." Alice said.
"THEN DO ALL YOU WA--- AHHAHAHAHAHA--NT!" Ellen cried. By this time, Ellen's face was violet-red.
"Nothing's working. Let's move on down." Alice looked at Ellen's back and pulled up her shirt half-way.
"Oh shit, not there..." Ellen pleaded.
Alice then wiggled her fingers in the hips of Ellen's body.
"HOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!" Ellen laughed, with a little bit of sorrow in her laugh.
"Tell me NOW!" Alice demanded.
"I can't... I won't... NEV-- HAHAHAHHAHAHHA--ER!!" Ellen cried bravefully.
"Oh, I bet you will say." Alice continued tickling the hips, then she moved to the ribs. "Koochie cootchie gooo"
"MAHAHAHAHOAHAHA!" Ellen was on the verge of losing her breath. Alice was really good at tickling.
Alice gave Ellen a break for 10 seconds to catch her breath. "I don't want my victim to go out on us, do we? See, this can go on forever, Ellen. I want to know."
"I... don't... need... to... tell...you." Ellen stated, taking deep breaths after each word.
"Oh, I bet you will say something. Now, back to business." Alice continued.
Alice looked at Ellen's pearly-white sneakers. She eyed at them. She smirked. If Ellen wouldn't talk after this, nothing will. Alice kneed down and took one of Ellen's shoes.
"What are you going to do?" Ellen questioned scared. Alice untied Ellen's first shoe.
"Oh, just going to tickle your feet." Alice said with a smile on her face. Ellen was frightened, but she didn't say anything. Alice took off the first sneaker. She saw Ellen's white sock. She put the tips of her fingers onto the top of the sock and scratched the sock. "Gootchie gootchie goooo..."
"AHHAHHAHAAHHA!" Ellen screamed.
"Aww... Ellen's really ticklish there, ain't she?" Alice said sounding with fake-sympathy in her voice. "Is Ellen going to tell her wittle friend what she was looking for?"
Ellen wouldn't respond.
"Don't be like that." Alice said. She took Ellen's other sneaker and untied it. She slipped it off. She tickled her other foot.
"MAHAHHAHAHAHAH!" Ellen screamed another time.
"I fucking hate you!" Ellen yelled.
"Haha, this will all end if you tell me." Alice said.
"I won't say anything!" Ellen defended herself.
Ellen tried to yank herself out of the chair, it was no use.
"Oh, but I am having SO much fun! I bet you like it to... Now, I never saw you're bare feet before, are they ticklish?" Alice said.
"No the hell they aren't!" Ellen yelled. She was furious. "You better not touch them!"
"You like to take a fight... well, let's see how these little babies hold up." Alice said. She took off the first sock. Then she took off the other. She took both feet and put in near her nose. She sniffed them. "Ahhh, they smell like they need to be touched."
"PLEASE GOD NO!!" Ellen went back to pleading. Ellen crunched her toes. Her soles were wrinkly. They made a pink ring with a white center.
"I can't help myself..." Alice said. She put her index finger on her first foot.
"HEHE..." Ellen giggled.
"Ooh, they are ticklish, aren't they?" Alice pointed out. She ran her index finger down her sole.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ellen laughed.
"Damn, you are ticklish, girl!" Alice said.
"PLZZ STOP!" Ellen pleaded.
"Tell me what you were looking for!" Alice demanded. She ran her sole another time.
"AHAHHAHAHA! I WILL NEVER TELL!" Ellen yelled.
"Time for drastic measures..." Alice declared.
She took both feet and clammed them together. She tied them together with spare rope. She then tied the big toes together. Alice put both feet under her arms and scratched the soles of both feet.
"MAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU'RE ST---HAHAHHAHAHA-ILL NOT GETTING ANYTHING OUT OF M--MAHAHAHAHOHOAHHAHAHA!--EEE!" Ellen shouted.
"Oh, so, if I use this..." Alice pulled out a jade feather. "You won't talk?"
Ellen looked back and stared, "Oh dear god no..."
Alice brushed her toes.
"Ooh, nice spot, huh?" Alice asked.
She opened up each toe and feathered them.
"MAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STOP!" Ellen said.
"You're feet are so lovely." Alice let go of the toes. Ellen crunched them. "Nice position you have there."
Alice then took the end of the feather and scratched both soles.
"MWAHAHAHAAHA!" Ellen screamed.
"This is so fun! But I must ask you for what you were looking for..." Alice reminded Ellen.
"WHY SHOULD I? YOU WON'T BREAK ME!" Ellen said.
"Oh, but I will." Alice put down the feather, and went back with the fingers. "Gootchie gootchie gooo..."
Ellen couldn't handle it. Just too much.
"MAHAHAHAHAHOHAHAHA!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "Fine... I will... teh... teh..tell..."
Alice kept hold of her feet just in case.
"I was trying to steal your wallet to buy my s...s..son a new game system... I... I.. was out of m...m...money, so I h..h...had to get someway to buy it..." Ellen confessed.
"Is this true?" Alice let go of Ellen's feet, which were now looking white from all the tickling.
"Y...y...yes, I won't do it...it...again..." Ellen was out of breath. She hung from her bounded position. "I am r..r..really sorry! I thought you w...w...wouldn't believe me!"
Alice was stunned. All this just for one simple thing?
"I forgive you... just... stay away from me." Alice said. She untied Ellen and gave her back her shoes and socks and mask.
"I am REALLY REALLY SORRY!" Ellen pleaded.
Alice took her out of her house and slammed and locked her front door.
Courtney- 18: Victim
Jamie- 18: Tickler
It was a normal day of cheer-leading practice. Courtney was going on top of the pyramid, and flipped off and landed perfectly to the ground. Then Jamie came up to her. She asked for a favor. Courtney listened.
"Listen, I am sorry that you gave away my necklace. It didn't mean that much, I got plenty of others. Here, to make it up, I will invite you over to my house for a sleepover, maybe we will watch Atonement if it's playing" Jamie apologized.
Courtney was convinced. For several weeks, Jamie had been all over her just for giving away her necklace for stealing her boyfriend. Not once had she ever apologized for her reaction even after herself apologized to Jamie. Finally they may once become friends again.
After practice, Courtney went home. She asked her parents if she could sleep over at Jamie's house. It was Friday. They agreed, and Courtney packed all her stuff and headed to Jamie's house. First thing she noticed was that her parents weren't home. Usually most of the time she came over, they were there to greet her.
"Oh, they went out to San Francisco for their date." Jamie replied.
"K, so what are we going to do first?" Courtney inquired.
"First, I need to show you something..." Jamie replied.
They walked up the steps up to Jamie's room. When they opened up the door, Jamie walked over to her purse. She pulled out nail polish.
"Want a pedicure? It's a rosy red polish, it's very awesome. Want to try it out?" she asked.
"Sure." Courtney asked. She hadn't gotten a pedicure in a while. Ever since Jamie denied her as her friend anymore, she cleaned off her toe nails and left them plain.
She took out the brush and swiftly combed the toenail with the polish and eventually it was over. It was nice getting her feet a new style.
Then Jamie asked if Courtney would sit on her bed while she pulled out her own sleeping bag. When the bag was pulled out, Courtney noticed that it wasn't a sleeping bag, but a gym bag.
"See, when you gave my necklace away, I was devastated. My grandmother gave it to me before she died. It was worth more than just a necklace." She sat next to Courtney. Then she tackled her down. And with her arms, she pulled the gym bag up.
"I couldn't stand it. Now that you gave it away, I feel like you need a punishment," Jamie went on. "Word on the school grounds is that you are extremely ticklish."
"What the he--" Courtney yelled. But Jamie covered her mouth.
"See, with my own money, I had to buy some things for you." Jamie held her down and opened her gym bag. She pulled out rope and put them around Courtney's wrists. Then pulled out another piece of rope and wrapped them around Courtney's ankles.
"You're crazy! Let me go!" Courtney struggled.
Then she pulled out another set of rope and tied her arm bounds to her ankle bounds, to make a hog-tie. Jamie looked at Courtney's now bound feet and said, "I had always had a thing for feet..." she pressed against Courtney's sole and scratched it.
"AHAHAHA! Why are you--- MAHHAHAH-- doing this--- UHAHAHA-- to me?" Courtney struggled. It was no use. Jamie had full control. Courtney had been a victim of tickling all her life, and her feet was the primary victim.
"Didn't I already tell you? See, we WERE even, but now I want to set it differently. Ya know, I like your reactions to me tickling you. Wanna do some more?" Jamie teased.
She forcefully started raking her soles and started putting some in the toes. Then in the heels, she rubbed them, and went up to brush the foot.
"PLEASE ST---HAHAHAHAHHAH-OP!" Courtney cried.
"Oh... I guess my fingers aren't really teaching you a lesson, huh?" Jamie said unmercifully.
She went into her gym bag and pulled out a hairbrush.
"Oh please god no..." Courtney pleaded.
Jamie scrubbed Courtney's soles non-stop.
Then Jamie moved onto Courtney's underarms. She scrubbed under the shoulder blade.
"Not very much of a reaction there..." Jamie declared.
She went onto the ribs and started scratching them.
"Ooh, I found a good spot, didn't I?"
"PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE HURTING M-- AHAHHAHAHHAHA!"
Jamie didn't want to listen to complaints. She was wanting some payback.
"So, think you have had enough?" Jamie asked, looking pitiful.
"Yes... please..." Courtney sighed. Maybe it was the end.
"You don't sound convincing... again with your FEET!!" Jamie said evilly.
She picked out a feather and brushed the feathers to Courtney's feet, which were crunched to resist the tickling, but too bad Jamie knew how to get past it. This time, she attacked the heels to arch then to the toes.
Jamie now had an evil expression. She wiggled the feathers over and over to the center and then she flipped and now scratched the center of the soles.
"MAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STAHAHAHAAP!" Courtney begged
"Don't you want to have fun?" Jamie sounded sadly.
Then Jamie reverted back to her hands. This time, it was the biggest amount of tickling that she ever done. Her nails scratched the wrinkly soles over and over and then her toes were bent back and she took the tip of the feather again and went under there.
"MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! THIS IS N-- AHAHAHAHAHAHA-- OT FUN-- AHAHAHAHA--Y!" Courtney cried.
"Seems fun to me." Jamie suggested.
"PLEASE LET ME GOOO!"
"Not yet, honey, we still have to get to the stomach again and then maybe I will let you go. Now I am just enjoying my time tickling your feet..." Jamie sped through to say. Less talk, more tickling.
Courtney yanked and broke free from the hog-tie. She pounded Jamie in the face. Knocked out.
Courtney would have left the scene, but after the 20 minutes of hell, she thought it might be fun for some payback.
*an hour later*
"Jamie... oh Jamie..." Courtney whispered into Jamie's ear.
Jamie woke up. With her arms and her feet tied to the bedposts of her bed, she knew what she was in for. She was prepared for the fight.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Lacuna Coil has just gotten done with touring. For now, the lead singer, Christina, was doing interviews. The last one she was doing was coming up next. Christina hopped into her car and drove off to it.
"Hmm..." Christina said as she arrived at the place. She appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. "I hope I got the right address."
She walked inside. No one was there. It was all empty. Christina flipped open her cell phone. No bars. It was a dead-cell area.
"Hello Christina..." a female voice echoed through the room. It came from very old speakers that were attached to the walls. "Come inside."
Christina walked into two double doors. It was all dark. Then, lights turned on in the room. The door closed behind her. Christina tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. She was trapped.
"Hello." a young woman appeared in front of her. She was in her mid 20's and was tall and brunette.
"Who are you?" Christina inquired her demandingly.
"Oh, I am just someone..." the woman grabbed Christina's arm forcefully. "Who wants to FEEL you."
Christina remembers seeing this person's face on the news. She was put into a mental hospital for server desire to tickle women. She only tickles women's feet for some reason. Her inspiration was from a villain called Don Turtelli from some turtle show from the 80's.
"Let--me---GOOO!" Christina screamed. She tried to yank herself free, but the woman had too good of a grip.
"No one can hear you, so why bother." The woman said to her. Then she put Christina to a chair. She got out some rope and tied Christina's arms to the armrest of the chair. Then she pulled up a stool and put Christina's legs on the chair. She got rope and tied rope on Christina's ankles, then she put rope around her knees.
"YOU'RE CRAZY!!!" Christina shrieked at her. "PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!"
"Aww, but you look SO cute when you are helpless!" The woman said. She then put her hand on the top of Christina's right leg shoe.
"PLEASE---YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!! I AM TICKLI--" Christina stopped. She made a mistake.
"Ooh, you're ticklish aren't ya?" The woman said playfully. She untied Christina's right shoe and pulled it off. The woman put her nose to Christina's pink socks. "Mmmm, they smell very delightful." She threw Christina's shoe away. She was desperate.
The woman untied Christina's left shoe and took it off. She sniffed that sock too. "You know, in the episode 'The Great Bouldini' Don never tickled the girl's feet, and that made me upset as a kid. I was a fan, and it was just something he should have done."
"YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!!" Christina was now turning red from anger. She wasn't used to this. She never liked to be tickled.
Looking like the woman didn't hear that, she pulled off Christina's right sock and then pulled off her left sock. She saw Christina's bright pink painted toenails and just observed them. Then she picked up Christina's feet and pressed them to her mouth. "You're feet are SO delightful! I can't believe you don't like to be tickled her. You should definitely model these."
The woman pressed her thumbs on Christina's soles and rubbed them. She wanted to feel Christina's feet before she tickles them. "Now, unlike Don, I don't use all-feather." The woman said. She put her finger on Christina's right sole and brushed them down.
"HEHEHE." Christina giggled. The woman looked impressed.
She them put all her fingers from both hands onto Christina's feet. She raked them down.
"HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!" Christina laughed.
"Ooh, I bet you like that?" The woman inquired her, looking like she already loves her.
"I'M GONNA SUE YA---HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!" Christina tried to yell, but only to be interrupted by the woman's insane desire to tickle feet.
"Aww, you're gonna sue me just for trying to feel your bare feet? Where's your spirit?" The woman inquired her playfully.
The woman then opened up Christina's toes and tickled them in there.
"HAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHHEEEHAHAHA!!" Christina shrieked.
The woman kept on scratching in there.
"HEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEEHAHAHEE!" Christina laughed. She never liked to be tickled, but this isn't just tickling, this was torture. But indeed, she did feel better that she's not being killed or anything.
The woman picked up a feather duster off the ground. She brushed on Christina's soles. "HEHEHEHHEHEHEHE!" Christina cried. "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YA! HAHAHHAHHAHA!" Christina was trying to speak, but every time she does, the woman tickles her back.
"Little missy don't like her painless torture?" The woman playfully asked her.
Christina was too busy trying catch her breath. She didn't want to answer anything anymore. It wouldn't work.
The woman put down her feather brush. She went back to her fingers. She scratched Christina's crunched soles. Christina was now shrieking her lungs out. The women then scratched the ball of the foot and then went up to the center.
"Me likey." The woman said happily.
She picked up a tooth brush.
"DEAR GOD NOOO!! HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Christina laughed. Her face was very red. She remembers her roomate in college taking a tooth brush while Christina was asleep and scrubbing her feet just to wake her up. It worked.
"Dear, I just LOVE your reactions!" The woman said to her excitedly. She went on scrubbing Christina's feet.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEEHAHAHAHAHOHOHOAHAHAHA!" Christina went on laughing. She was trying to break free, but she was tied very well.
"I FUCKING WANNA KILL YOUUU!!" Christina shouted. This time she wasn't tickled back.
"Try all you want, but you won't kill me." The woman put down the brush. Christina thought she stopped the tickling. She was wrong.
The woman put her fingers AGAIN back on her soles and started brushing the arches and then in the toes some more. She was now even more serious about the tickling. She pressed her nails deep into Christina's soles and started tickling them.
"BOSS, WE GOT COMPANY!!!" said a young bald man.
Christina was now questioning, she wasn't alone with the woman? Who is out there?
"Who the fuck is it?" The woman asked.
"Cops. All of them." The man replied.
"DAMNIT! If this fucker won't so famous, we could have gotten away." She was now looking back at Christina furiously. She was being playful now she is piling everything on her? Christina thought. At least she was saved.
Cops busted through the doors and captured the two villains. One cop ran up and untied Christina from the chair. "You're lucky you didn't get killed. After these villains capture these villains and torture them, they kill them." The cop said.
Christina was surprised. She was lucky. She sat back on the chair and put back on her socks and shoes.
THE END... or is it?
So, me and my friends went to see a movie. It didn't get very good ratings, but I thought it was worth while. So we were heading into the seats when I someone behind me said "Hello, Jay." I turned around and saw the hot girl from my science class. Her name was Chrystal, and her name pretty much describes her looks. She had luscious blond hair, and striking black eyelashes and wore peach lipstick, and she had a beach-tan that I thought made her look beautiful. She knew I liked her, my friend leaked that out. She said she doesn't mind it that much anymore.
"Hi Chrystal! I didn't know you liked these kind of movies..." I said.
"Missing out on one of Angelina Jolie's movies? Are you kidding? She is my favorite actress!" Chrystal declared playfully. She always talks like that when she is talking about Angelina Jolie.
"Shhh, man. Stop flirting." My best friend, Daniel said.
I felt bad for Chrystal being alone. She always was with friends whenever I talked to her. Too bad my friends and including her would think I would be hitting on her if I sat by her.
The lights turned low and the intro to the theater started. I never liked watching this stuff, but I just literally stared right at the screen. Then a voice said "Please turn off all cell phones for the current presentation." I flipped open my phone, and as soon as I was about to hit the power button, a message popped up saying "NEW TXT MESSAGE!" and I opened it. Chrystal messaged me. She said "Hi wud u mnd if i tk off my shoes my ft hrt". I looked back at her and saw her smiling. I said "sure" to her.
When the previews began to start, I heard bumping noises. The next thing I knew, I could smell a very strange but somehow amusing odor. I looked across my shoulder and saw Chrystal's beautiful soles. I saw her toes start wiggling. I couldn't believe how pretty her feet looked, especially in the dark.
"They stink, huh?" Chrystal jokingly said, shrugging.
"They smell pretty bad." I jokingly said back. She started laughing and put her right foot nearer to my nose.
"Ooh, looks like Jay has a foot fight going on." Daniel said.
"Will you guys shut the hell up!" My other friend, Jonathan said. "We're gonna get kicked out if we don't start getting quiet!"
Good thing there were only like 7 people in the theatre, that's including all 4 of us.
"Will you give me a little foot rub, Jay? Pleeease?" Chrystal said smiling.
I put my arms back behind me and held her feet. I rubbed my fingers around her soles then moved up in the toes and gave her a little rub in there.
For the next five minutes, all I did was just rub her feet. I didn't pay attention to the movie, just daydreaming of Chrystal. She was so beautiful, and she seems to like me (in my own opinion).
After the movie was over I walked out and told Chrystal it was nice to meet her. She said thank-you for the foot rub and everything else. She pulled up her leg with her husky boots and rubbed her foot on my shoe. She gave me a little peck on the cheek. I stood and my cheeks turned bright red. She just kissed me? All I did was do one favor and she kisses me? I think she really does like me...
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 2008
"Okay children." Our teacher turned around. He always treated us like 5 year olds due to how much we don't do well in class. "Today, we are going to learn all about the sound wave patterns and the equation on how it is produced through solid objects." He always tought us things we already knew due to his though on us being children. He always told us that the SAT is just something that you take, you get a score, and move on. He's new, so they can't already fire him for his bad performance due to the policy of not banning any teachers on first year due to any performance or teachings. Stupid of them. "Now, I want you to get a lab partner. One will be object A who creates the sounds and one will be object B who will formulate hypotheses on how the sound wave was created and how far the sound will travel."
I met up with Daniel. Chrystal met up with her friend Jessie. Chrystal looked at me and smiled. She came over to me and handed me a white note. I unfolded it and I saw her saying:
"Hey, I know that we had our ups and downs and I think that you are a good friend. But I know that Saturday, you knew I was lonely, I could just see your reactions. You don't want to do things in front of your friends involving relationships, and that's OK with me, and that favor you did for me last night was so sweet, not every boy would do that for me or allow me to even take off my shoes in public and shove my feet around. Do you want to go out with me? Just give me an answer and it's OK if you don't like me or if you're not ready.
I looked back at her and smiled. She smiled a beautiful great smile back. That was when I noticed that we were lovers.
I walked over to my house that night and asked my parents that I got a new girlfriend.
"Hey Mom, you know Chrystal Wess from my science class? You should know her from that parent/teacher conference thing, you should have seen her outside the hall. You even talked to her." I said.
"Oh yes, she was gorgeous! What about her, though?" My mom replied in curiously.
"We are now going out. She asked me herself." I replied proudly.
"Oh, my beautiful baby!!" My mom got up and walked over and hugged me.
"Mom, I am 18 years old, I am not a baby." I tried to get away from my mom's grasp. God, if someone else knew that she treated me like this, I would hang myself.
"You know, me and your mother were love birds back in high school too. I asked her to date me though, you really shouldn't wait for the girl to ask you if you want to be girlfriend and boyfriend. It has to be the man to ask." My dad said, putting down his book.
"Oh, your father was dashing!" My mom said with a joyful tone in her voice.
If that was true, my dad has changed a lot.
"Well, anyways, can she come over for dinner on Friday? I mean, it's not nice to start out a relationship without a proper dinner at the house, right?" I inquired with the best tone I could to actually sound interesting.
"Oh, most definitely! Tell her the perfect time would be around seven. I have to go to a meeting. I will come back around five to fix the dinner." My mom informed me.
I went upstairs to my room and flipped open my cell phone and called Chrystal. She picked up within 3 seconds of the dial.
"Hey Jay! What's going on!?" She said happily.
"My parents say it's OK for you to come over for dinner on Friday. Want to come?" I asked her.
"Hold on. I will ask my parents."
There was a moment of silence. During the time, I just sat on my bed and started daydreaming of her. A beautiful hot girl coming over. I wonder if she will ask me to rub her feet again. Then I thought of her feet again. They were so beautiful in the theater. I don't exactly have a foot fetish, but her feet were just outstanding.
About two minutes later, she finally picked up.
"Jay, are you still there?" She asked.
"Yeah, right here." I replied acting really happy.
"They said yes! What time should I come?" She inquired me.
"Come around seven. What's your favorite food?" I asked.
Friday came so slowly. It seemed like months before my teacher finally said, "Have a nice weekend! Come on Monday and be prepared the test! Study hard!"
Chrystal came up to me and told me that she will come around eight.
Those 4 hours went by extremely slow as well.
I answered the door. I wore jet black blazers with a red tie. I combed my light brown hair to the side. I hope I didn't over-did it.
I saw Chrystal wearing a turquoise dress. It even more beautiful on her than just her wearing her casual clothing. I looked down and saw her wearing see through heels (much like the ones from Cinderella). Her toenails were painted pink with an image of flowers on lower right corners of her big toes.
"How are you today?" I asked Chrystal smiling.
"Very well, like I was 4 hours ago." She said laughing. We both laughed. It wasn't that great of a joke. But she looked so wonderful laughing that it made me laugh as well.
"We fixed your favorite." I said to her.
"Ooh, I can smell it too!" She entered into the house. She lifted her head up and closed her eyes and smelled. I looked at her and could feel my insides weaken. She always was beautiful, and I seemed to have gotten the hottest girl (with the hottest feet) into my house and like me.
We walked into the dining room and I pulled out a chair for her to sit in. She said thank-you and she sat in it. My parents greeted her and my dad held out his digital camera and took a picture of me and Chrystal sitting together. My mom put down the wooden platter on the table and I could see the lobster. Yes, she loves lobster, and so does my whole family. The steam came right towards me and my eyes watered. I picked up my napkin and dabbed my eyes.
"Why are you attacking me!?" I said to the lobster with a kiddy tone into my voice. Chrystal started laughing so hard she almost passed out. Dang, she had a sense of humor. She also seems to also like to laugh, because she keeps on laughing just because she laughed. Good.
My mom also passed out bowls of mashed potatoes and some peas. She also pulled out some toasted Italian bread. Everyone in my household loves the bread, I hope Chrystal does too. So we fixed our plates and ate. When we were done, Chrystal asked where the bathroom was. "Go down the hall and take a left into the book room, you will see a door to the corner to the right and there it is." I instructed her.
My mom complimented me on my good manners and told me that I could borrow the camera. What reason for I don't know. I think my mom just loves the fact that I want to be a photographer when I get out of college.
Chrystal walked up to me and asked me to show her my room. I started to heat up . What does she want to do in my room? What's she going to look for? What if she doesn't like it? I let all these questions pass and walked her up to my room.
"Our son looks like he likes his girlfriend." Jay's mom said to her husband.
"Yeah..." Jay's dad sighed. "Hey, let's do him a favor. Our parents left us alone with privacy when we were kids, why not do the same for him? Let's just drive around. We haven't done that in a while. Just to have time to ourself?"
"Good idea." Jay's mom approved.
I walked into my room with Chrystal and told her to sit on my bed. I hear car doors slam and I saw my parents drive off. "What the hell are they doing now?" I whispered to myself.
I turned around and improvised. I asked Chrystal if she needed anything. She pulled her leg up and pointed her clear heels at me. "My feet hurt again, would you like to give me another foot rub?" Just the question I wanted her to ask.
I kneeled down and took off her heel. Then I took off her other heel and put them to the ground. I took her feet and just rubbed them with my fingers. I could feel her sounding relaxed. "Good job, keep on doing it. My feet feel like hot coal." She laid back.
For two minutes, all I did was just rub. I rubbed at the toes and move down to the ball of the foot. I asked her if I could get on the bed too and if she could lift her legs up with her feet pointed in the air so it would be easier to do a foot rub. She didn't catch the irony in it, but she did it. I started rubbing some more with more force. "Hey, Chrystal..." I said.
"Yes?" She asked me.
"I got a question to ask you," I ran my fingers town her soft wrinkly soles. "Are you ticklish?"
"HAHAHAHA! VERY!" She laughed.
"Well, I am sorry for taking advantage of the situation." I grabbed her ankles and stuffed them in my arm. I wiggled my fingers all over her soles and up into the toes. She squirmed her feet around and her toes wiggled. She was bursting out laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU'RE WANTING TO RUB MY FEET WEREN'T YOU FOR THIS?" She asked with a sense of playful-ness in the tone.
"I am guilty." I said proudly.
"You like my feet don't you?" She asked.
"They're gorgeous..." I said. I took both hands on one foot and scratched her soles. "Like you."
"AWWW THANKS!! HAHAHAHAHA!" She said. She moved tried to pull her feet away.
"Hey, would you mind if I take some pictures of your feet? Sorry if it may sound a little corny." I asked.
"No problem. I heard you wanted to be a photographer. You want to be a foot model photographer?" Chrystal questioned.
"Not originally, but it may be an interesting subject." I pulled out my camera and took snapshots of her feet.
She posed her feet around. I took the pictures.
"Wow, you really are fun! I mean, I always thought boys think feet are gross. I mean, they aren't exactly what I think would be an interesting body part." She said.
"It's called a foot fetish. It's one of the most common fetishes around." I said. Then I looked at the camera. It's allowed to take video.
"Hey, wanna make a video? It would be cool to put it on YouTube. You would be famous!" I said jokingly.
"Most definitely for my boyfriend, you know that! If it helps you with your job as a photographer..." She said. I switched to video mode.
"Hello, I am Jay. I am with my girlfriend, Chrystal. As you can see, she is very hot. Want to say hello to the audience?" I said, acting like a director.
"Hello." She waved. She had a big smile on.
"Would you like to tell us how old you are?" I questioned.
"I am eighteen." She replied.
"Now, what size feet are these? They are extremely gorgeous!" I put my hands on the bottom of her soles and she scrunched her toes and I put the top of her feet in range of the camera.
"They're are size eight and a half." She replied happily.
"Dang, they sure are pretty! Would you mind if they take a look at these magnificent soles of yours? They would be the most excited people..." I said.
"Anything for you." She said. She lifted up her legs and put about two inches space between each foot. She crunched her toes and you could see the wrinkles clearly. I put it all in the video.
"Now, you may not already know, these feet are VERY ticklish!" I said. I scratched each foot one at a time. She giggled.
"Can you wiggle your feet for them?" I requested. She wiggled each toe and then she stopped.
"Now, that's all for today. Come back next time..." I said while pulling the camera away from my face like a dramatic pull away and shut off the camera.
"You were beautiful." I said.
"Thank-you. What do I get in return?" She pulled up her face in front of me. We made out on the bed then. You wouldn't believe how great of a taste her lips gave. It smelt a little bit like peppermint mixed with strawberry, but gave a much better taste than that. Words can't describe it.
"And also..." I got up and walked over to her feet. "Mind if I give your feet a kiss? I mean, they did help out too..."
"Sure." She smiled.
I kissed her feet and then licked them just to tickle her. "HAHAHA! GROOSSS!" She laughed.
I told her to hang on while I inserted the SD card of the camera into my printer. A screen pulled up and downloaded the clips I made along with the pictures.
I pulled up Sony Vegas and made the video. When I was done, I pulled up YouTube and made a new account.
"What should I call it?" I asked her.
"Call it CAJ4E. Chrystal and Jay forever." She suggested.
"Wonderful." I said. I typed it in and then made the account.
I uploaded the movie and submitted it. Then I put the card back into the camera and deleted the clips so my dad wouldn't see it.
"You are so beautiful..." I said to her.
We kissed and we went downstairs to watch a movie.
Then, at 11:21 she said she had to go. I was sad, but we had a good time.
My parents went home and told them the "made up" version of the time we had upstairs.
THE NEXT DAY
I woke up and saw my cell phone. 3 NEW TXT MESSAGES
I opened them up.
"Hey Jay, thnx 4 th gud time we hd lst nite!"
"Jay, shud i mdl my ft?"
"JAY LOOK AT TH VID WE SBMTD, LK AT TH RPLS!"
I went on my computer and logged onto youtube. 18 subscibers. The video already got 40,000 views.
Everyone liked it:
Dude, you should make a site dedicated to feet!
Can I date Chrystal?
Man, I would like to suck on her toes!
Make more tickling clips of her.
Can I date Chrystal?
Yo man, her feet were kicking!
Feet are gross (screw that)
Can I date Chrystal?
Man, I felt happy and satisfied.
Maybe I should be a foot model photographer.