Rebecca Pt. 01

How it all began

I met her my freshman year of college. Her long, wavy, raven black hair and matching midnight eyes contrasted exotically with pale white Israeli skin. Her pink lips blossomed on her face like a single lily in an old black-and-white movie. The first time I saw her she wore blue jeans and an angel-soft looking black north face jacket over her slim form.

We had exchanged looks, her and I, several times. I am exceptionally good looking and nicely built, so there was always a clear attraction between us. My heart skipped a beat in awe of her beauty whenever this happened...but also with another emotion, the one that kept me from talking to her: fear. It wasn't the normal approach anxiety that guys feel when they see a girl they find beautiful, it was something more. It was her eyes. Some hint of danger lurked behind those eyes, they seemed like the eyes of a panther on its prey.

Everything about this girl was beautiful, but the combination of how aesthetically breathtaking they were and my closet foot fetish made her feet the best looking part of her for me. whenever I could see them, they were all I could see. Everything about them was in moderation, and that is part of what made them so amazing. Her feet were not too plump, and not too bony. Her toes were not too long, but not too short, and the length decreased perfectly from one to the next. The arch of her feet was not too high, but not too flat. The defining feature of her feet were her amazing soles. The soft looking wrinkles were subtle but visible, and were the slight red of a blush. Unfortunately, my foot fetish turned out to be my Achilles heel. It was ironic that one of the days that she covered her feet in boots was the day my fetish betrayed me, leading to a situation I quickly lost any control of. Rebecca quickly found all of it.

The fateful day happened during one of the classes I shared with her. I was sitting directly behind Rebecca, and, as before mentioned, she was wearing boots. They were brown and ankle-high, and idly swaying back and forth from time to time. Whenever her feet were covered I felt anticipation and started daydreaming about the treasures that lay inside.

I was jolted out of my daydreams and into the reality that they were becoming when she began to slowly remove her left foot from her boot, pinning the boot down with her right one. The right one soon followed. She wore cute, light blue ankle socks. She continued playing with her feet. To say that I was enraptured was more than an understatement; she had never put on such a show before.

I swallowed dryly and my eyes widened in disbelief as Rebecca then slipped her socked big left toe into the heel of her right sock. Slowly, she teased the sock of of her foot, giving me a view of her perfect sole. The sock dropped into her boot. This process was soon repeated on her left sock with her naked right foot. Rebecca wiggled her toes, as if relieved to have finally freed her feet from the boots, and the wrinkles shifted hypnotically. By now my heart was beating like a drum, and despite myself something else began to throb too. In the heat of the moment, I did something very bold, and in retrospect very rash.

I fumbled my phone out of my pocket and managed to get to the video function. After hastily concealing it, I zoomed in on Rebecca's flexing feet and began recording. The zoom on the phone camera revealed that her perfectly pedicured toenails were painted a beautiful dark red. The closer view led me to realize from the extremely subtle sheen of sweat on her soles why she had taken the shoes off. It gave her wrinkled the appearance of waves cascading across a gentle ocean. Several minutes later, after Rebecca pulled her socks and boots back on her feet, I distractedly ended the recording and began to fantasize about the sweet aroma and salty taste of ...and that's why I was completely caught off guard when the bell rang.

I jumped, dropping my phone, just as Rebecca got up and turned around. She looked down and then back up at me, the corners of her petite lips curling up into a captivating smile. She spoke to me for the first time.

"Let me get that for you."

Her voice was as smooth as silk and twice as relaxing. I smiled back at her, but my heart was frozen. As soon as she broke eye contact I quickly glanced down at the screen of my phone. My frozen heart dropped and shattered as I realized that in dropping my phone I had triggered the play button on the recording.

The cold feeling in my heart soon left, replaced by a hotness in my cheeks. I swallowed, clenching and un-clenching my jaw, and looked up as Rebecca retrieved my phone and stood up-looking right at the screen. After an unreadable, blank look at me, her eyes turned back to the screen of my phone. There was one terrible thing I could see in her eyes: recognition. Rebecca gently lay the phone down on my desk after a while, and I once more could discern nothing from her expression as she piercingly met my ashamed one. Abruptly, Rebecca turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving me sitting there with an utterly numb feeling.

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Now, I know that there wasn't any actual sexual action in this story, but I assure you that I'm perfectly willing and able to add loads of it in longer sequels-but that depends entirely on how much feedback I get and how positive it is. So please, comment and vote. Thanks.

-thepeopleschamp