The rest of the summer passed in a blur to me but it wasn´t days of lounging by the pool or running through the sprinklers. I found I had an almost perfect memory and sense of women´s feet and their shoe sizes. I was at the pool but I was following mom, Rachael and Erica´s friends sneaking glimpses of their shoes and committing their feet to memory down to the very freckles, arches and toe polish preferences. I learned after almost getting slapped by Rachael I couldn´t just come out and ask her what her and her friend´s shoe sizes were. I couldn´t tell you what I read last year in school but I knew Rachael´s friend Samantha wore a women´s size 13, up from an 11 when I first started following her. Or that mom´s friend Nicki had beefy size 19 feet, so big for a lady who was only 5´5¨! I got off many nights thinking about the time she sat complaining by our pool about having to get men´s sizes if they kept getting much bigger. Her big foot moving like an oar through the water in her white stretched out Nike´s could get me off three times a night before I drifted off to sleep.
I had a big school notebook full of girls´ names with what they wore to turn me on from sneakers (I had an especial weakness for some of them in their long, imposing white sneakers) to the girls who even looked great in sandals and flip flops. I poured over internet searches for different shoes and pictures of feet deep into the night hoping nobody saw me using the computer at 3 AM. I really loved thinking about Rachael´s friends feet the most, there were some of mom´s friends too but a lot of them had gross stuff on their feet like bunions and scaly heels. Most of the girls my age were just... missing something. Some of them had feet barely bigger than Erica´s which may have been small and cute but I wasn´t after small and cute.
I was kind of bummed to start school in the gym at the assembly, no more of Rachael´s friends- just the girls my age with their stupid small feet I´d seen all summer. Most of them I had lost track of since most of them were the standard, average girl´s size 6 or 7´s were all I saw as I looked around me. Meanwhile a few of the girls in the class ahead of me in the next section of the bleachers were wearing sizes easily in the double digits. I looked at their feet perched on the wooden seats feeling a boner coming on. I gripped my notebook close to my chest and thought about all the ¨updates¨ I was going to have to make with all the girls and their new school shoes. I could make out the female teachers on the gym floor but I was too short to see many of them below the knees; I´d have time to see them later I thought. Especially Ms. Larkin, I remembered seeing her running this summer and had my rapt attention. We were dismissed to our lockers to put away our bags and get to homeroom.
I burrowed my way through the halls to my locker to find the middle school jackpot. My locker was right below Tina Hopper´s; she was an 8th grader that was six feet tall, blonde and wore men´s size 17 shoes. She was in her gym clothes with shorts that covered half her smooth, muscular thigh, a tight top that cupped her breasts so well it was heard to stay bent down. I dropped a pencil right by her foot as an excuse to run my fingers gently, careully over her sneakers. I really hoped the weather stayed nice to see if she would wear some flip flops so I could get an even better look at her feet. They were immense but still somehow looked feminine, the Swoosh on them longer than my finger! I got a little carried away and above me she asked what I was doing.
¨Just dropped my pencil!¨ I held it up hoping she was none the wiser. I ran before she had a chance to see how much I was tenting in my jeans and checked my schedule for my homeroom teacher. I stopped in my tracks when I saw it was Ms. Larkin. I had heard rumors she wore a size 24! Even if it was a rumor, feet like that don´t come along every day so I ran almost running into a couple of other kids cutting other kids off from getting a better seat than me.
I got in the classroom out of breath to see most of the seats were still empty. I looked around and studied the layout of the room. The board where she would stand to write stuff down, the desk she would sit on, maybe cross her feet and let them dangle lazily moving back and forth. I even tried to find the best spot on my seat so I could get a glimpse of her feet when she would walk past my desk. Ms. Larkin stood behind her desk calling the students in to get started. I tried to find a way to see her feet but her desk was in the way! Then I lost all sight of her when Katie Barton sat in front of me. She was an annoying girl who still looked like a kid´s doll with her bright blonde hair and high squeaky voice. I didn´t have to look long to figure out she couldn´t be more than a girls´ size 5 with her girly black mary jane´s on. I had another boy to my right, Kyle Hanson, who I could at least try to copy off of during tests. To my left and front was Beth Brady, a chubby girl with dirty blonde pigtails who´s feet were crammed inside her pink and white girls´ sneakers. The other was a new girl I didn´t know with brown hair, a purple shirt, jeans and matching purple sneakers.
The bell rang and Ms. Larkin had us all quiet down and sat on the desk her feet dangling carelessly. My eyes were fixed on her, he was getting me horny just reading off attendance! I felt like she was looking right at me, blowing me a kiss and I started to think she was taking her shoes off for me...
But really it was her putting her hand up to her mouth to yell ¨Earth to Danny!! Danny Moore!!¨
I snapped out of my euphoria and raised my hand there was a low laugh as she thanked me and got through everyone else. Ms Larkin clapped her hands and got started.
¨Now some of you I know from swimming, go Little BigFoots! Some of you I know from babysitting when I was still in school here! So this year you´re going to have me for homeroom, English and Health Class.¨ Groans and Ewws rang out in the room as Ms. Larkin calmed everyone down.
¨Relax, everyone. It´s more about learning about how the changes in your body are ok. I know it seems scary that some of you are gonna get taller, get pimples, your voice is going to change, along with some other things...your feet might get a lot bigger!¨ She held up her own feet and it hit me like a thunderbolt. How could be so blind!? The girls on my class someday could have feet like Tracy, or dare I dream it... Ms. Larkin! Like a veil lifted from my eyes I started looking down at the feet of the girls around me feeling something new. I was harder than ever and it felt like it was bending in my pants. I raised my hand to ask to be excused.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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