Story Time: Highschool Memories - Her Achy Feet

Highschool is a time that's usually either Hit or Miss, for many Youth. For me, it was mostly "Miss", though there were most certainly a few gems to be had here and there.

This story takes place on a mild Spring Friday afternoon, during my last class of the day — Math. For the most part, this was like any other day; I used up most of my energy hustling and bustling through my earlier classes, enjoyed an above average lunch (our cafeteria food was actually really good, and we had many choices), dealt with asshole classmates and oblivious staff almost every step of the way, and so by this point in the day, I was usually wiped out. This class was especially mentally taxing, as math had never been my greatest subject (I was behind many others in my Graduating class) and I was surrounded by a wild mix of students, both younger and older than myself, not to mention the antics of our quirky teacher Mr. Colombo — more on that in a minute.

So anyway, as I arrived to my class early, like I usually did, I took my seat and waited patiently for the other students to arrive and for class to begin. This day was playing out like all of the rest, until I noticed that a number of my female classmates entering the room were all dressed up. One girl in particular caught my eye in a different way today. Her name was Becky — no really, that was her name. While I'd always thought she was pretty cute, I never paid much attention to her. She was sociable and well-liked by many others around her, but she was pretty quiet and soft-spoken. Suffice it to say, she was kind of easy to forget. You kinda didn't realize she was even there, until she spoke.

There was no forgetting her today, however, as she was looking rather stunning! I'd never seen her (or any other female students in this school) dress like this before; her brown hair hanging down and completely ironed, her white short-sleeved blouse and black skirt, her dark fishnet stockings and brown high heeled pumps! The question I had was, why were all these girls so dressed up? Had I missed something? Yes and No! I had forgotten, this week was picture week, and each graduating class took theirs on a different day. She was a Sophomore, I was a Junior. Today was Sophomore Picture Day. That explains everything!

I was enamored by how good she looked. Girls in my age bracket, during those years, didn't usually dress in this fashion.

Not heels, but you get the point...

The 90's had long since passed, and we were slowly making our way from the early-00's to the mid-00's. Gone were the days of seeing young ladies dressed in flats, pantyhose and classy skirts (or casual slacks). By now, it was all about flip-flops, mini skirts and tank tops. Becky herself, usually dressed in jeans, t-shirts and sneakers, so seeing her like this brought not only a sense of shock, but also a sense of nostalgia; nostalgia for a time that I didn't really get a chance to even fully appreciate!

....

Ermmm...Nevermind.

Not wanting to be that guy, I decided not to gawk, and instead moved on about my business. I figured that shoeplay was unlikely from her, and instead turned my attention towards my backpack, to retrieve yesterday's homework. By now, Becky and a bunch of her friends were standing a few feet away from where I sat, chatting before class started. That's when I heard a familiar female voice say "Good God, my feet hurt!" — it was Becky! It was almost like I was waiting for her to say this —and I guess I was—, because my head whipped around as soon as she said "my feet", before the word "hurt" could even leave her mouth. I discreetly fixed my gaze to where she and her girlfriends were standing, pretending to still be rummaging through my backpack for the homework that was already sitting on my desk. Sure enough Becky —her back to me, the entire time— was standing there, shuffling her foot around, until she finally stopped and stood flat footed. At first I figured that it was too good to be true and nearly went back to doing other things, until she did something unusual (for her) — she slipped her heel out from her shoe and began dipping in and out of it. I spoke before of women who shoeplayed almost rhythmically and Becky was no different. It was like she was operating from a set of commands:

"In, Out, Pause. In, Out, Pause. Rest toes on the back of shoe. Grip back of shoe between big toe and second toe, and lift it slightly off the ground".

Oh. My. Goodness. Be still, my heart!

That show was shortlived though, as the first Tone (this school no longer had bells. It instead had a loud sine-wave type tone) sounded, so students from other classes began to scatter and head to their respective classes as the rest of my classmates began shuffling in and taking their seats. I was rather disappointed that this magnificent show was cut so short, but I'd forgotten that she sat right near me. Our desks were aligned in rows of either three or four, and she sat in the front desk of the row to the left me, whereas I sat in the very back, against the wall.

Mr. Colombo —a short, funny and quirky man, who resembled Tom Cruise with a surfer boy haircut and rocker earrings— began his lesson not too long after the second Tone sounded. The funny thing about his class, was that if he caught you not paying attention during his lecture (or worse, if you seemed to be paying too close attention) he would be sure to call on you to answer a problem. So the fact that Becky sat to the left of me, and he was at his dry erase board on the right, meant that I had to be creative if I was going to be able to enjoy anything Becky might do during the period.

Several minutes into Colombo's lecture, I noticed in my peripheral vision, that Becky —who was facing the right, so as to pay attention to the lecture— had crossed her legs and began slightly swaying her foot back and fourth, though not dangling. It was then I noticed that not only did her high heels provide a generous amount of toe cleavage, but that they were just a tad bit big on her feet. Not too big, but she certainly had to work a little, to keep them on her feet. Becky was a petite girl, so even the white tennis shoes that she usually wore, were a tad loose on her.

She sat like this for several minutes, and I —figuring that this would be as good as it got—, decided to go back to focusing on the lecture. Little did I know just how wrong I was, though. As Colombo continued to chatter on about Boxes and Whiskers, and something about somebody's crazy Aunt Sally, I noticed in my peripheral [again] that Becky's leg had been swaying more vigorously, almost as though she was nervous. Focusing on Colombo's 5-Hour Energy induced chirpings was becoming increasingly more difficult, as I tried not to pay any mind to what was happening about 3-feet in front of me. Goodness Gracious, why was she doing this?! She was doing that rhythmic thing again, this time with her leg. Remember what I said about those commands?

"And sway One and Two and Three and stop. One and Two and Three and stop,"

And if you think it ended there, you couldn't be more mistaken. Without missing a beat, the back of that heel finally retreated and parted ways with the heel of her foot — she began to dangle, with an intensity that I'd only witnessed in women twice her age.

I also was surprised at how nice her feet really were — I mean, the girl really had a nice slender shape to her feet, with nicely rounded yet ever-so slightly squared heels and surprisingly high arches.

Let's not forget also that she was wearing fishnet stockings, that had a very narrow network; so narrow that if you glanced too quickly, you may miss the fact that they are fishnets and not just dark sheer pantyhose. Sooo forget about sweating bullets, I'm pretty sure I was sweating missiles, and the poor ventilation of Colombo's classroom, plus the fear of being on his radar, sure didn't help.

I can't say for sure how long this went on, but I'll guess that it lasted anywhere within the ballpark of 5 to about 8 minutes..possibly longer. I can't say for sure, but all I know is at this point, that shoe of hers was hanging on for dear life from her toes and it wasn't long until "GLOP!" — the sound of that heavy high heel hitting the carpeted floor of Mr. Colombo's classroom. With her shoe now resting on the floor, her fishnet-clad rose colored toes were now fully exposed, as she continued to sit with her legs crossed as though nothing had happened. Goodness! Her toes were beautiful; neither too long nor too short, not too fat nor too slender. Her big toes, specifically, were nice and plump and the rest of them fell into place nicely. "Is it hot in this room, or is it just me?" I thought.

The sound of her shoe drop It wasn't particularly loud, but up until then, the only sound to be heard was that of Colombo's high tenor speaking voice against the almost eerie silence of the room, as we all tried our best to pay attention and not get called upon. A few students briefly turned in her direction when it happened, and then quickly resumed focusing on facing Mr. Colombo, whom was one of the many who didn't even flinch at the sound. Me? I was all in, baby! And I didn't realize how long I kept my gaze on her, until she looked at me and smiled sweetly, to which I smiled back awkwardly.

She continued to sit with her shoe off, legs crossed, until the teacher went back to his desk to retrieve our work for that day. It was then that she straightened up in her seat, with both feet on the floor, but not before taking off her other shoe and sitting completely shoeless at her desk. What she did, was position her shoes right underneath her and rested her feet on top of them. When she said her feet were tired, she wasn't kidding, because I had never seen her do any of this before!

I hoped that she would continue to move her feet around and that I might get to see her soles, but alas that was not to be. She did however continue to sit with her feet resting on top of her shoes for pretty much to remainder of the period, occasionally wiggling her toes and rubbing both of her big toes together — wow! This went on until about the final 15 minutes, to which she put her shoes back on. So even though I didn't see much at this point, I was still content to see something.

I never saw her dressed like that again. Picture day came and went, so that was the end of that. The few other times I would ever see her take her shoes off, she was wearing white socks and sneakers — which I do like, but it's not quite the same. And even then, that was only to show her friends how white and clean her socks were. I'm not sure what that was all about. But one thing seemed certain; she took a lot of pride in her feet.

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