written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
In secondary school one year there was a very attractive young woman who sat behind me every day during my first class. She had gorgeous long red hair and skin as fair as a cup of cream. Me and every other guy at the school fancied her. But I think my interests were a little bit different than most . . .
Each morning I’d put my school assignments just to one side of my chair on the floor and to the back (kind of half hidden). And, almost inevitably, her shoes would end up on them. Often this would start before the lesson even began, right after she slid her (nubile) body into her desk.
I purposefully made it easy for her to kick or drag the papers so they were completely under her chair. And she never seemed to miss an opportunity, making me think she was at least somewhat complicit in our little crush game. She’d sit for the whole lesson with her dirty shoes on my essays. It was no surprise that the assignments got really badly marked and crumpled from her constant stepping on them. On rainy days, when her shoe soles were wet, the papers would be utterly destroyed.
Beautiful girl wore stylish clothes every day, often with shoes or ankle boots that had kitten heels. As such, she would absentmindedly grind those tiny heels down on my schoolwork all class period, creating actual holes in the paper.
I would occasionally turn around to to look out the window (while I was trying to discreetly check her out). She’d usually have a completely bored air about her like she wished she was anywhere else in the world at that moment. But out of the corner of my eye I could sometimes just catch the pointy toe of her shoe or boot swinging back and forth on the floor, meaning she was twisting her heel down on my poor assignment, surely ruining it.
She also had a habit of stretching and extending her long legs so that they rested only on the heel tips. And then she slowly pulled those legs back with all the weight left only on her heels until her shoe was completely flat on the floor again. The result was any papers in the way of those sharp heels would get ripped up. Or sometimes they would be marked with a straight black line – I guess this was the residue left from her rubber heel tips. Needless to say, any assignments that got in the way of her shoes were often damaged or defaced beyond repair.
Occasionally towards the end of class she’d kind of ‘notice’ and knowingly smile as she’d tell me she must be making dirty marks all over ‘something under my shoes’. Then I’d pretty much have to lean in, with my face just inches away from her shoes, and pull my paper out. Most of the time she didn’t even bother picking up her feet so I’d have to pull the paper out from under her shoes with some force.
And, if her legs were crossed, (which they often were) that would mean my face would almost be touching the bottom of her shoe as she sat there, kind of gloating. When she wore her ankle boots I’d be so close that I could easily smell the leather soles and occasionally even notice the ash mark from a cigarette that she had stepped on right before class.
You’d think she would at least have the courtesy to move a bit to help me out. But I think she got off on the power aspect of me always being beneath her, at her feet. Like she was royalty and I was some kind of peasant.
I’d then always say “sorry” in a pathetic sounding way and admit the schoolwork was mine. She seemed to really enjoy forcing me to apologize even though she was the one who stepped on and damaged the papers. Then one of her girlfriends would kind of take the piss out of both of us, like, ‘oh god, look what she’s done!’ Again!
As I said I was really attracted to this girl and I think she knew, but I don’t know how much else she realised. Maybe she liked being the object of attention but ‘out of reach’ or ‘out of my league’. Did she like dominating one of her social inferiors, showing off her high status ? Or was she aware of my strange interests on some level and unconsciously gave me a little lifeline to my fantasies?
Since she never spoke to me socially, however, I have to conclude that it was all just a power trip, a game for her to play and entertain herself while she was bored. But that knowledge didn’t take away any of the enjoyment for me. I loved every day in that class!