High School Memories
(Posted on Wednesday, July 5, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously.

Hello footlovers!  I have returned to submit another story.  I told you that I would progress chonologically unless I feel the need to flashback occasionally.  I must now do just that.  I had gone from an incident taking place in my early teen years to an event occurring in the military after high school graduation. I neglected to talk about something that had occurred in between those 2 stories. Here is what happened.

In my freshman year I was in a science class, and a female student was assigned the seat behind me.  It was just a class like any other. I noticed that every now and then the girl behind me would put her feet in the book rack which is under all the desks in the room. Since I never used that rack, she had room for her feet here. It was kind of neat. I enjoyed listening to the sounds of her feet tapping in the metal under me, and I could feel the vibrations that her movements sent up through the desk. Throughout the semester this activity became quite regular.  I became curious as to what her feet looked like.

All this was just the beginning. I will do my best to recall the details from this semester as it was a long time ago. I also noticed that sometimes she liked to place her legs and feet on top of her own desk. When she did this, her feet were quite close to the back of my head. I would lean back so that my head was closer to her feet, though her feet never touched my head, unfortunately.

When she did this with her feet I would turn my head just a little, trying to glimpse her feet with my peripheral vision. Between these 2 activities (feet moving around under my desk and her feet on top of her desk), I was always looking forward to this class.

Something else happened that I really liked. You remember those days in class where nothing is really going on, and students have moved to other seats to be with friends?  In this particular class, we had our share of such days. One day the girl behind moved to a desk near mine in the next row over, the row to my left.  From there she proceeded to prop her feet right on my desktop! I was in shock. I never expected this.

I don't know why she did this, whether it was for my benefit, or whether she was simply comfortable in this posture and did not care how I felt about it.  Or maybe she did not believe that I would mind.  I wanted so badly to simply position my face so that it was within inches of her feet.  Being in class with everyone else around, obviously I could not do so.  I was able to put my face a little closer. I would make like I was studying intently, and I would push my book forward on my desk so that I would be forced to move my face with it and thus closer to
this girl's feet. Even if I could not look up I could at least enjoy the knowledge of how close my face was to her feet. She placed her feet on my desk on more than one occasion.

Unfortunately, as it turned out, someone else noticed what I had in mind throughout the semester. Another student, a girl in the desk next to me on the row to my right, had noticed me turning my head when the girl behind me placed her feet on her own desk. This other girl perhaps also noticed how I reacted when the girl behind moved her feet under me. I guess she suspected something when I did not say anything to the girl who was moving her feet under me. I guess she also noticed me trying to get a closer look when the girl behind had put her feet on my desktop. This other girl and I basically got along, but we were not friends, to say the least.

One day when I was turning my head towards the feet that I knew were now behind my head, she told me that I was strange, and said that I liked feet. I again felt like the kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I gave some half-assed excuse, one that I hoped would be taken as a reason for me acting a little strangely. I stumbled through that explanation like a drunk, so I don't imagine she bought it for an instant. No one really heard this accusation, thank goodness, but the girl behind me did.

Upon hearing this accusation, she seemed to ask aloud a question softly, kind of like a question one might ask upon hearing an interesting bit of news, as if to say in a fascinated tone of voice, "Oh, really?"

I did not hear what said, but she then slumped further down in her desk and brought her feet  in my general direction. I thought for a moment that she was going to prop them in my lap. Anyway, she slumped in her desk so that she could place her feet closer to my desk, on the floor right next to my desk, and then she just sat that way for a while.

I realize nothing earth shattering occurred, but except for that accusation from the other student, the memories of these events are quite memorable for me. By the way, I did get to see this girl barefoot a few times. She had taken off her shoes and was not wearing any socks. I loved those feet. Also, a few times she placed those barefeet on her desktop behind.

Finally, two years later we again had a class together, but she was not assigned to the seat behind me. However, one day, when we were to see a class movie, she did sit behind me. She promptly began moving her feet under my desk, and not just the casual stuff. She was really going at it under there. At one point she rubbed her feet across something underneath, and when she did, I felt intense vibrations reverberate from the rubbing of that object. Those vibrations penetrated every inch of my body.

Clearly she remembered what had transpired 2 years earlier, and she seemed to know exactly what to do with her feet under me so that I would feel the greatest vibrations.