Skip to 10th grade and M is very close friends with my boy N, so close that he took me to her place to introduce me to her. As soon as she opened the door I could see her bare feet. Amazingly long toes with no nail polish (which drives me crazier for some reason). We then sat in her drive way and talked about school but as we did this she was sitting on her butt with her legs out in-front of her, flashing her naturally elegant arches and exceptional soles. I tried so hard to resist just pulling out my phone and taking an obvious picture but I controlled myself.
Later that year I was talking to her around the same time I was starting to date my girlfriend at that time. She shared her PSN with me so that I can play the games that she owns and amongst this exchange of profiles i asked her about her shoes. I asked her if she still has the toms from 8th grade to which she replied “I do lol. How do you remember that” to which I replied, “because you’re the only girl that rocked them.” She seemed content with my recognition of her individuality and told me that she still had them but that she doesn’t wear them and needs a new pair. I then proceeded to ask her if she was going to get rid of them with the arrival of the new pair to which she replied yes. I then asked her if instead of throwing them away to give them to me as I could donate them to someone in a foreign country. She then said “they’re very worn and I don’t think anyone would want these” to which I told her that “I have a special cleaner to restore them rather than throwing them in the wash. Don’t worry about how worn they are, just give them to me as they are.”
She then agreed and told me to meet her at her place for them the next day. I went over the next day with my heart beating out of my chest. She came out of the house with them extremely worn but not super smelly. They definitely had toe imprints and a light smell but nothing crazy, nonetheless I worshipped and licked the hell out of them, fantasizing about her perfect feet marinating in the shoes in the Florida heat.
It is now junior year (2018) and I am very well aware of the fact that M now has a new, yet already broken in pair of toms she is wearing daily to school, band practice, and anytime she went out with friends. I even saw her wearing them in one of my classes almost daily and it drove me nuts. These were her go-to shoes and I knew she wasn’t wearing socks with them. I even messaged her and asked if she wore them with socks just for reassurance to which she replied “nah, I don’t like socks” and I told her “because you’re savage like that” to which she agreed.
I then later on started asking how her current toms were considering the no sock usage. She told me that they were “smelly” to which I asked, “1-10?” and she replied “8.” My heart started to race at this point because her telling me this together with the fact that she’s still wearing them was insane. I then attempted to “borrow” them and clean them for her
by asking “need a cleaning I assume” to which she replied “yup”. I then asked “wanna leave them outside” and she denied saying “no thanks”She sounded kinda turned off by me saying that so I then asked if it bothers her that I ask for her shoes so much to which she said “no.” I then asked her “So do you want me to keep asking until I can get them” to which she said “no” so then I asked “I’ll just wait till they’re too ugly to wear again?” And she replied “sure.” I then asked for affirmation by saying “Serious? I don’t want to get my hopes up and have it turn down” to which she said “ye.” We we’re reaching the end of our junior year so I asked “You think they’ll survive this summer and your sweaty ass feet?” to which she replied “No lol.” I then said “Damn so even before that? Are they already too smelly” where she replied with “yes”
By now I could only fantasize just how putrid her shoes really were by having her perfect feet encapsulated in those canvas shoes in 90 degree weather. Over 3 weeks later I asked her to rate the smell of the shoes once more to which she said “8.” She then tells me that “Yea its bad, Cant wear them” which absolutely sends me because that means that shes ready to throw them out, so I ask her “You done with them?” to which she replied “yes sir.” In that moment I wanted to speed over to her house and acquire those shoes to have the time of my life but when I asked her if she could leave them outside she said “Nah im lazy” so I then asked “will you eventually” which she said yes to
Another week goes by so I begin to grow impatient and tell her that the deadline for donations is coming up, meaning I need her shoes ASAP. She tells me “Why?????????, They smell really bad” to which I replied “1.) I don’t care 2.) i can clean them, I’ve done it before.” She then says “ok then, when?” to which I replied “now? In the mailbox.” I have never been more excited to smell a girls shoes like I was that night. It was insane how badly I wanted to inhale her foot aroma, but she said “I have no pants on” and “school, car”
I then said “just do it now, I’m already in the car” because like I said I was raging for these shoes, but she said “nooooo, My fat ass is not gonna get up.” She then tells me that she’ll meet me at school around 6:50 (class started at 7:10) so I obviously agreed and was not able to go asleep, awaiting those shoes the following day. I met up with her at her car on May 3rd and she had forgotten the shoes back at home. She was very apologetic and ended up dropping them off in MY mailbox in a plastic shopping bag later that same day.
Once I had gotten home from hanging out with some friends, my mom was outside watering the grass and told me that some girl had dropped something off for me. My heart began to thump out of my chest as I approached the mailbox in my front yard. Inside I saw the bag and immediately took them to the bathroom. I stripped completely and took them out of the bag. In front of me were the toms of a girl that wore these shoes on a daily basis, without socks. The toms had a fabric inside and a canvas sole, absorbing all of her sweat and foot gunk over the past year. I first began by putting the bottom sole part of the shoe on my face to simulate her stepping on me to which my surprise, the smell was penetrating the sole and reaching my nose somehow. That’s when I knew that the journey I was about to embark one was going to be a great one. I kissed the bottom of her toms with passion until I was mentally prepared to stick my nose in the insert of her shoe. Once I did, it felt as if the smell had kicked me in the face how powerful the stench was. As I had said before, my sister had a pair of toms and those were very stinky because she wore them a lot, but she still alternated shoes. This? This was completely different because these shoes were never given a time to breathe, they were constantly being worn and sweat in.
After my first whiff of these toms I could already envision the feet I had once saw in-front of that garage so long ago just walking, studying, and marinating these shoes. It was a very intense vinegary yet feminine stench that trapped me like a spiders web. I was taking many deep inhales, being impulsed with more and more thoughts of her perfect feet in my face after a long day in the shoes which is when I had noticed the pure wear that this girl had put into these shoes.
The insides were completely darkened with intense arch and toe imprints. There was little to no clean canvas left in the toms for her feet had completely possessed these poor shoes. I pointed my flashlight into the shoe to get a better visual of what was controlling my every movement. I then saw little strands of her hair stick in clumps of foot gunk. The foot gunk is also glittery from her makeup or something of that sort. This completely sent me over the edge and got me to stick my tongue out and lay in flat into her shoe where she’d rest her heel. My tongue was almost hurting from the stinging saltiness that I tasted from her insoles. I thought the smell was intoxicating, but I was truly tasting her feet and not just her feet, but the collective sweat from her feet overtime, pressed into the insoles of these toms. After that initial lick I couldn’t hold back anymore and I came harder than I ever have in my life.
About 20 days later after indulging in the smelliest shows I have ever been given, I am smelling one and tasting the saltiness of her sweat in the other one and while I do this I message her “Hey, thanks for the shoes. I never thanked you. They were lowkey hella smelly but it’s alright” to which she said “Np but i told u so” to which I said “No socks+hurricane+Florida+8 months” and then busted another huge nut to her impeccable toms.
