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Sarah’s Story
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About Sarah J. & by Sarah J.
Hi, so many people have asked about what happened when I was
young to inspire my stories, and I have told a lot of you about me and a girl
called Amy when I was young. I have also promised some of you I would write
about it – so here it is… I have done it in parts coz it’s long (I have decided
you would probably want to know all the detail) an I get very excited doing
this as it’s like reliving it again – which is cool :-) Don’t expect it to be
like my stories coz this is ‘real’, but you can probably see where those ideas
came from. I have also decided not to ‘write’ it (y’know, as in trying to
create a professional looking story), but just to put down the thoughts as they
come out of my head, so it may be a bit jumbled an messy, but I don’t want to
turn it into a work of fiction, it’s too important to me for that. Anyway, I
hope you like it
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Okay, where to begin… this is tough right coz it’s me writing about
me and I never normally do that, but here goes anyway (yikes!) :-)
Amy an me both played soccer at school, tho she was
in the team for her year an she was pretty good, better than me at that age but
I still thought I could beat her as I was two years older. Anyway, her mom,
Suzy, put a net in the yard an Amy told me about it really excited. She said
she could beat me any day, an I said ‘no way’.
That
Saturday I had to stay at her house all day AND all night coz mom was going up
to Flagstaff to see some friends from way back, I used to moan on the drive an
make her mad so I guess that’s why she didn’t take me (can’t blame her I
guess). Anyway, Amy an me watched cartoons in the morning an then after Suzy
made us lunch we went out to play soccer. Her yard was pretty typical for
Fountain Hills, it’s like desert so there was a big pretty bougainvillea bush,
some hibiscus shrubs, a palm tree (every yard had a palm tree), an a pool, an
she had a play tent thing at the end like a Barbie castle, which looked pretty
cool, an next to that was the soccer net. We couldn’t play real soccer coz the
yard was just gravel (don’t have grass there unless you want to spend your life
looking after it) an we would fall over. So we just did goal shooting at the
net.
“Okay,”
said Amy, “bet you I win”.
“Bet
you don’t” I said quickly.
“No
way loser, you’ll never beat me,” she laughed, “if you do I’ll do any dare you
ask okay?”
“Yeah,
okay,” I said, “I’ll make you sit on a cactus,” an I laughed.
“Wont”
she said, “I’m not gonna lose, an I’m not gonna tell you what you’ll have to
do”.
An
that’s when I realized that a bet like that is two way, I sort of thought she
was the one who was gonna have to do the dare, I forgot I might. So then I got
nervous, an it stated to go wrong. I probably was better than her actually, I
mean I was a lot bigger an stronger (two years is a lot when you’re eight an
ten), but I got nervous like the idiot I was an the more I missed the net the
worse it got. And guess what… yep… she won. She danced round the yard singing:
“Amy! Amy! A… M… Y… Amy!”
I
just stood looking down at my tennis shoes, kicking bits of rock an stuff,
feeling really embarrassed, coz I knew she would tell Beck an Emma she beat me,
an then I felt better coz I wasn’t that bad at soccer an a lot of people would
believe me when I said she was a liar. Then I heard a voice.
“Way
to go Amy… kicked her ass!” It was Amy’s big sister, Isabelle, she’d been
watching out of an upstairs window - an she was like fourteen, an one of the
really cool girls in school, an no way would anyone call her a liar. So now I
couldn’t say Amy was lying, coz Isabella would say ‘I’ was and then everything
would just get worse an worse.
“I’m
not gonna sit on a cactus,” I said all sulky, “so don’t ask… an I wasn’t really
gonna make you do it okay… I was just kidding”.
“S’okay,”
she said, “your dares are lame anyway, ooh! I’m sarah an I can’t play soccer an
I drink spit, an I’ll make you sit on a cactus”.
“Shut
up Amy” I said, feeling tears coming again. Then she headed for the play tent
an waved me over.
“I
don’t wanna go in there,” I said sulking, “it’ll be way hot an horrible”
(normally you only ever went in play tents after dark).
“You
gotta,” Amy said, “y’know… for your dare”.
“I
don’t care, I’m not going to do your stupid dare,” I said.
“Got
too,” she said, climbing in, “my sister heard you promise an she’ll tell if you
don’t… you have to do a dare if you promise crybaby, everyone knows that”. So I
followed her in, I guessed she was gonna make me stay in the tent for ages till
I was sweaty and thirsty, but that was better than getting told on. The tent
was really small but we could both fit in coz we were little, she sat down an
said, “Okay, now for your dare”.
“I
got to stay in here right?” I said.
“No
stupid,” said Amy, “this is much more fun… you’ve got to put my feet in yor
mouth”.
“No
way Amy, that’s gross an weird an you know it” I said starting to cry again.
‘Well
duh!” she said laughing, “it was the grossest fing I could fink of, I made it
up last night in bed, an they’re extra gross too coz I been playin soccer…
anyway, you know you gotta do it. Emma will get you beat up if you don’t. An if
you do it…”
“Yeah?”
I said sniveling.
“…then
I wont tell you lost at soccer, an I wont tell about the dare, an I’ll make
Isabelle promise not to say anyfing too – okay?”
“Okay,”
I said.
I was
sort of aware that I liked things that everyone else didn’t seem to, but I
don’t remember thinking whether that was right or wrong, I just don’t remember
thinking that deeply, it was more an instinct way of thinking about stuff – I
just liked it, so I let it happen. I guess what would have bothered me was if
other people knew, y’know? Like, other kids. If people thought I was a wimp
then that was okay, but not if I was weird. So if I sort of liked Amy making me
do stuff (an it wasn’t quite that simple coz I liked it an hated it both at the
same time) it was okay coz no one knew, just me, an I would think about it in
bed at night an wish it was Emma making me do so stuff instead of Amy, but it
was still cool that Amy did it.
Anyway,
for anyone with a foot fetish you can read this, an if not, skip this bit,
okay? Well, Amy unties her tennis shoe an pulls it off, an she says: “phew!
Jeez sarah” an she shoves it on my nose, well, I just pushed it away (yeah,
okay, I wouldn’t either now, I would just smell it forever, but I was only ten
okay) an she just laughed. Actually, I can remember that it didn’t smell that bad,
I mean her feet were sweaty, coz mine were too, it was hot an we had been
playing soccer, but she was a clean little girl like me an so your feet don’t
get that stinky in one afternoon (unless you don’t wear socks of course).
Then
she takes her white-socks off, an I definitely blame Amy for this fetish :-)
(but not my sub nature coz I was like that before I met her) coz she was
wearing ankle socks, an the ones with the lace frill round the top, an there
were like little beads sewn on an they were just so cute. Well, the tops were
cute, but they were crumpled an damp looking at the bottom – an this is a
REALLY strong image okay, like those ones you have, if I shut my eyes I can see
them now, an you will probably have seen that image in my stories :-) yummy!!
So
she’s sitting with her bare foot out in front of her, with her toes curled up
and her big toe sticking up in the air an she says, “you’ll have to get down
stupid, I cant stand up in here”.
“Like
what?” I said.
“I
dunno,” she says, all impatient, “like crawling, or laying on yor belly or
something, just get yor head lower… jeez, you’re so stupid sarah”.
So I
sort of knelt down an put my elbows on the floor, an my head in my hands like I
was reading a comic book or something, an I was staring right at her feet, one
little tennis shoe, an one bare foot with really badly done nail polish. It was
some glitter nail polish we got from my mom, she’d bought some cosmetics an it
was a free gift when she told the woman she had a girl. It was purple and dark
pink an Amy had gone over the edges of her nails an everything (so had I tho,
so I didn’t really think about it at the time) an now I just love it when I see
a young girl with messed up nail polish.
“Okay,”
she said, “close your eyes”. An I didn’t say anything, I didn’t do anything, I
didn’t just get up an run out of the tent an tell everyone she was a pervy
bitch. I just shut my eyes an opened my mouth. Totally no kidding okay! I just
opened my mouth like some stupid dog waiting for a candy drop or something, an
Amy never even had to tell me.
Then
her toe touched my tongue an it was a bit of a shock coz I realized it was
actually happening. I just remember it was salty. Then she slid her foot in an
there we were in the tent, this ten year-old kneeling down with this eight
year-olds foot in her mouth. Now if it was a story I totally know what should
happen, but it’s not (sorry, but I do plenty of those right, an you did want to
know what REALLY happened). I didn’t suck her foot an she didn’t ask me, she just
stuck it in my mouth an I kept my mouth open so I was dribbling down my chin.
When she took it out I went to get up an she said, “what’re you doing?”
“I
dun it,” I said, “I dun the dare”.
“No
way!” Amy said laughing, “You gotta do BOTH of em, I said feet, not foot
dummy”.
So I
knelt back down again an shut my eyes an opened my mouth, an I heard her taking
off her other shoe, I cant describe the sound but you all know it anyway, a
shoe sliding off over a sock. Then she must have taken her sock off (I had my
eyes tight closed an I was strangely excited to have it happen again, an I was
feeling pleased with myself coz I had made her think I didn’t want to, so she
couldn’t say I was weird or anything) coz then a foot was in my mouth again,
but faster this time, like all the way in without touching my tongue first with
he toes like she did last time. And I remember sliding ever so slowly forward
so it went further in an I was actually very excited/scared if you know what I
mean – I was worried she would know, but she didn’t seem to.
What do I think now? I think she did
know, an I realize that I was doing typical kid thinking, sort of like, if I
don’t see you, you’re not there – or, coz she didn’t say anything, she didn’t
know. But I bet she did know, it was a clumsy move anyhow an she was a smart
kid.
Okay, here’s just a personal
thought, Amy still lives with her mom an she goes to the same college I just
left. I see her now an again an we say ‘hi’… of course, loads more stuff
happened than this – don’t worry, I’m getting there :-) but I sometimes would
love to get her drunk an just ask her stuff that’s been bugging me for years,
like, did she know I liked what she did in the tent? I will be in London by the
time you read this but I am going back for a week later – maybe I should email
her, go see her an get us both drunk (I probably wouldn’t have the balls
anyhow, but maybe I would go for it if I was drunk…) fuck! That would be cool
huh?
WELL, I USUALLY DO WHAT YOU GUYS SAY, PROBABLY COZ I’M SUB
(DUH!) SO I WILL START A MESSAGE BOARD TOPIC ON THE SITE AN WE CAN DISCUSS IT,
AN IF YOU ALL THINK I SHOULD (AN IF SOMEONE BUYS US THE TEQUILA) I MIGHT GO SEE
HER – WOW, THAT’S SO SCARY, I THINK I WANT TO, BUT I NEED TO BE ‘TOLD’ TO DO
SOMETHING :-)
Okay,
sorry about that interruption… well, she left the second foot in there quite a
while (well, it seemed like it) an she didn’t wriggle her toes exactly, but she
did fidget a bit, an then she took it out. Then it was kinda weird an funky for
a while an that little tent became a really strange place to be, full of that
sort of energy of little kids who have ideas an strange emotions in them. She
was kinda embarrassed after it was over, and she just said, “Yuck sarah, you
made my feet wet” an she pulled one up to her lap an wiped it on her t-shirt.
An I was still knelt there with my mouth open an then Amy says, “I only got two
feet stupid, c’mon,” an she hurries out of the tent kinda dragging me with her
an carrying her shoes an socks.
Then
she regretted doing that coz the hot gravel hurt her feet, an she goes “Ow!
Crap!” or something an literally falls onto her butt to get her feet off the
ground. An I followed her out an was stood there looking at her on the ground
when I hear…
“Hey
Amy?” it was Isabelle, she’s just standing right there with her hands on her
hips, she had probably seen us go in the tent from the window. ‘Watcha doing
kid?” she says to Amy.
An Amy goes, “nuthin… why?”
“I dunno… what you doin in the tent? Must
be fuckin hot in there”.
“Yeah,” says Amy, “it was”.
“That why you took your shoes an socks
off?”
“We was just playin,” says Amy.
“Yeah, bet you were,” then Isabella
laughs.
‘Hey sis? I need to talk to you okay,”
says Amy.
‘Yeah sure” came the reply, but Isabella
was already heading for the house. Amy just slips her bare feet in her tennis
shoes an runs after here sister. I just hung about in the yard for a while,
sort of thinking that maybe Amy would keep me in that tent an just come in an
make me do stuff to her. It seemed a lot like my dreams about Emma, and Amy
wasn’t Emma of course, she was just a little kid, but she HAD done stuff to me,
an that was exciting an I guess I just felt that my dreams were more likely to
happen with Amy than Emma (who was just so cool an had so many friends, that
she would never bother with me). Well, that’s what I was thinking about as I
kicked the ball into the net.
TO BE
CONTINUED…
My fiction stories are at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Young_Lesbian_Femdom
And you can email me on: sarahs_socks@hotmail.com but put one
of my story titles in the subject or I will think it’s a virus an delete it.
Thanks. Sarah x