You just can't control yourself any longer. So you decide to find out what Jimmy's feet really look like. You want to see them bare.You want to see if they are as perfect as you think they are. You want to see if he'll mind if you do. You really, really want to do that. But how do you get his socks off?
Surreptitiously, you glance at his socked feet trying not to turn your head. They're big, but not oversized. Jimmy isn't one of those kids whose feet grow before the rest of him. Rather he's one of the lucky few that adolescence is so far treating kindly. His feet match the rest of him; they fit him. At least what you can see of them so. Stupid socks!
It's time to act, you have to get those socks off somehow. You take another peek. He's wearing white ankle socks with grey toes. Serviceable, normal socks. Nothing stripey, or loud, or flashy. It's a little disappointing. If he were wearing those kinds of socks, maybe it would mean that he really wanted people to look at his feet, even if he didn't know it. But these are just socks. Normal kid socks. Not kid who likes feet{} socks,or kid who likes to show off socks. Normal.
Dammit.
Wait. You look one more time. The socks are dirty on the bottoms. He probably wears them a lot. Does that mean he never goes barefoot? Maybe he thinks it's weird!. Why would he think that?: Wait. No. Calm down. You can deal with this. It's probably nothing like that. the sock on his right foot has a hole near the toe, you can jut about see his real foot.
The tease!
You can' t take it anymore. You'll just have to wing it."Dude, can you like take off your socks or something, they're kinda nasty." There, he'll think you're jsut complaining; never suspect a thing.
Jimmy laughs, "That's your problem bro. You're the one who has to deal with them.," He says it like a challenge, and moves his feet closer to you. Oh. Fuck. He's practically handing his feet to you because he thinks it's just a game. You can work with this.
"Fine then," you say in the same tone of voice, hoping yours doesn't crack, "I will!". You grab both his feet in your left elbow and reach to take off his socks with your hand.
"Dude what are you doing?" Jimmy is incredulous, not concerned.
"Dealing with it, duh," you say, sticking your tongue out at him fr good measure.
Slowly you peel off his right sock starting at the heel to expose his soft pink sole. Yeah, his feet are perfect all right. Long and thin, with strongly defined arches and perfectly ordered toes. His sole is magnificent. Quickly now you rip off the left sock too. the foot mirrors it's twin in every way. Both are perfect. You wonder what you could do to them. Are they ticklish? Could you offer him a massage.? You examine the feet more closely. Even the tops are perfect. No blemishes. Not even a single hair on them.
Oh shit, have you been staring at them too long? You look at Jimmy. He's watching you kind of amused, and kind of confused too. 4
Finally he says, "fine you got my socks off, what now?"
Good question.
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