Crushed Love - (NEW!) Chapter 1

I met Melany at university. She was in my French literature class. Goodness she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Long slender body, blond hair that almost touched her perfect round ass. Breasts that would make any cheerleader jealous. She was a bomb. Way way way out of my league to be honest. And she was brilliant. I’d say 2 or 3 times more brilliant than I was, and I am considered brilliant. Melany was the perfect woman, at least for me, and probably for many other guys out there. My heart started pounding faster as soon as I saw her, and even fast when she sat next to me. She was wearing a tank top as it was hot September afternoon. It was a bit short so we could see a bit of her waist skin,  She had jeans with larger boot cut and some black high heeled wedged platform sandals, showing her perfectly pedicured feet and toes with white nail polish.

“Hi, I’m Melany.” She said with the most beautiful voice I ever heard.

“I huh….Hi...hmm, yeah, I’m James. Nice to meet you.” I said back, trying to keep cool. “Nice shoes.” I said. Still today I wonder why I said such a thing.

“What? Oh, these? Thanks!” she said back. She smiled and I almost melted on my chair. The classroom was starting to fill with other students. I had little time left before the class would begin.

“You from around here?” I asked.

“Yes! I live across town.” She answered. “What about you, shoe boy?”

“Bhh, what? Shoe boy?” I stuttered. She smiled and laughed.

“Yeah well, you’re the first guy ever to compliment my shoes before…anything else.” She said.

“Oh well, yeah, I mean, I’m an idiot.” I said back, trying to stay cool. She just called me shoe boy, goodness, that went straight to my heart.

“Nah it’s cute!” she said.

“I just happen to have a slight women’s shoe and foot fetish… nothing bad, nothing weird, I just… like a woman in heels and stuff like that.” I said. Again, I wonder why I was so open with that girl I had just barely met. I mean, in the book of pick up lines failures, telling a girl you have a fetish is probably the worse thing you can do.

“Cute!” she said back, smiling, a bit shy all of a sudden. I was like, what the hell? Did she just tell me I was cute because of my worse weakness?

“Cute? Oh well, I don’t know, I huh… It’s just that… hmm..” I did not know what to say.

“I have tons of shoes, my closet is full, you should see that one day, James.” She nudged me. The perfect woman indeed.

“Well, okay Melany!” I said, putting accent on her name, as she just did with mine. The teacher closed the door and greeted us all, the sudden chatter in the room became silence, and people focused on the teacher’s introduction. I was unable to focus on anything else but the strawberry scented blonde perfection next to me. I was almost sweating.

We didn’t talk during class, as it’s unrespectful and university isn’t like high school. People are here and paying a lot to learn. But at the end of the class, Melany and I chit chatted about this and that, small talked our way out of the classroom.

“Say, you…wanna get some food, or something?” I said, out of the blue.

“Nah I’m good, I have to meet my boyfriend in like 20 minutes.” She said. It felt like a hit in the face. A god damn slap in front of everyone, my heart felt crushed and mashed into pulp.

“oh…Lucky guy I guess.” I said back. I nodded, looked at her shoes again and backed away a bit.

“But James, find me on Facebook maybe? We can talk about shoes if you want.” She said back, waved at me and walked away. Ok. I could do that I guess. I ran to the bus station, cellphone in hand, and found her on facebook in like 10 seconds. I sent her a friend request. She accepted it a few minutes later.

By the end of the day, when I was about to go to bed, the beautiful Melany and I had chatted on facebook messenger for like hours and we really got along well. I told her a lot about myself, and she told me a lot about herself too. We got acquainted just like that, on fb messenger, like young adults do these days. Too bad she had a boyfriend, damn it, but I was kind of happy she did not reject me at all. In fact she was very interested in knowing more about my fetish, the reasons, the whys, the whatnot. She wanted to know what I liked, and I just plainly told her. I didn’.t really have anything to lose, since she seemed like a good open minded person. We ended our conversation kidding about the fact I’d love to give her a foot massage. And she told me that she would love it. Ahhh… kinky kinky. I only wished it would become true one day.

Things were looking good in the next week between Melany and I. We went for walks, we went to eat, we talked a lot, I mean, A LOT. She was so brilliant and interesting. We had similar music tastes, similar activities, we both barely knew each other, yet it felt like we had been best friends forever. I could easily poke her and joke about her shoes being dirty, she would just tell me that if I wasn’t happy I could just lick them clean, and she laughed. And I laughed, yet inside me I wished it could be true.

And one day, she called me. Usually we would just chat on messenger and all, but, she called me one day and told me she dumped her boyfriend. My heart twisted and beat my inner ribcage like never before. I suddenly felt things were turning in my favor, me the fetishist who barely could keep a girlfriend for a month. You know how it is, heh? Girls learn more, girls don’t call back. But Melany, she was there, and I swear, I wanted to be there for her too.

We talked on the phone for an hour, she was mostly telling me how her boyfriend cheated on her, and I could not help but think that he was a pure moron asshole. Who could ever cheat on a girl like Melany? What an idiot, she deserved better, and in my heart, I thought I was better. I knew I was. But I didn’t want to go too fast and just jump in too quickly, so I was there for her, to listen to her and talk to her. I really didn’t want to screw this up.

Around the end of October, Melany invited me to her place. We spent some time with her parents, and her older sister who was a carbon copy of her but older. Sara was her name. I learned a lot about her family, and they seemed to be good people. Me… I felt like a nobody, some kind of loser who barely had any friends and family. I wanted to be someone for her, but I felt like a nobody. But, Melany, she had that little touch, that way of making me feel important. That day she said the most beautiful thing: “How about you give me that foot massage you promised?”

“Oh…okay, sure, yes, hmm, I hope my hands aren’t too cold.” I said. She was sitting on the bed, I sat in front of her on the carpet floor, in her room. I don’t know why, but I removed my t-shirt. And placed it in my lap to greet her cute sexy little creamy white feet. Those perfect feet ended in my lap, and I can tell she could feel my developing erection. I grabbed one of her feet, the left one, and started massaging, while she rested her other foot on my t-shirt. She smiled and I could sense she liked it. Also, I was showing off my bare chest, which wasn’t muscular or anything, just…I wanted that moment to be special and for her to know that I cared about her. So I massaged her foot, and she kinda played with my dick with the other one, teasing me visibly aroused as well. I didn’t know what to say, so this time, instead of making a fool out of me, I just shut up.

I gently brought her foot to my face and caressed her sole with the tip of my nose. She liked it and started playing with my nose with her toes. It was a perfect moment, her foot smelled so good. I couldn’t resists and asked her.

“Can I…lick it?” I said. She nodded in agreement and bit her lower lip. That beautiful goddess was allowing me to lick her foot and I stuck my tongue out and gently licked her sole from heel to toes. I kissed each toes, put them in my mouth and sucked on them lightly. She let herself fall back on the bed, and I continued worshiping her foot like if it was the most expensive thing I ever hold in my hands. After I was done with her foot, I did the same with the other one, this time, she was really pressing down on my dick with her free foot and I knew she was enjoying it.

The whole time, I never felt like having sex. I just wanted to spend a good time with my friend and her feet and that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t want it to be over, but we heard some footsteps outside her bedroom door and she quickly pulled her feet away from me. There was a knock on the door, her mother telling her dinner was soon to be ready. I stood up. Put my t-shirt back on and felt like an idiot.

“Maybe I should just go.” I said.

“Okay. But.. promise me you’ll do that again some day.” She said. She could not have said it better.

“I promise.” I said. She brought me to the front door and I walked away, feeling stupid. I went to the bus stop and dreamed about what just happened, tasted her foot aroma on my lips, and daydreamed all the way back to my place.

Damn, huh? What a girl. It was perfect, almost magical.

But things that are too perfect tend to be screwed up sometimes. I don’t know why, but it’s like that, what goes up must come down. But I’ll get to it eventually. We took a few weeks before we actually admitted we were dating. Every time I would see her, she would make me smell her feet and ask “do they smell good?” and I would always say “Yes, very much.” Cause in fact there was nothing in the whole wide world that smelled better than her body, and her feet smelled like heaven to me even if they had that little faint sweaty aroma. Sometimes her feet would smell stronger, especially after spending a day wearing closed shoes or sneakers. But I loved it even more. I think the more her feet were sweaty, the better they smelled. And she loved watching me worship her feet.

The sex never happened. I say that because, somehow, our relationship wasn’t sex oriented, and we both didn’t feel the need to have sex. Melany enjoyed having me at her feet, and I enjoyed it too. Sometimes she would ask me to lay down under her chair and smell her feet while she would study. Sometimes, she would make me smell inside her shoes and hold one to my face while we were in bed. She really got into my fetish naturally. It really felt good to me because it never happened with anybody before her, and this was perfect. I was in heaven and each minute in her company was a miracle, something to be grateful for.

It all was completely perfect, until one day she said something that was completely unexpected and that changed my life forever.

“We should shrink you so I could put you inside my shoes and have you with me all day, everyday.”

That was both the most beautiful and most scary thing someone ever said to me. And that’s when things took a different turn.

To be continued....