My First Crush
07-Nov-98 02:08:46

I have had this thing for shoes, crushing, and trampling since I was 7 years old. When I was in the second grade, which was during the 1959-1960 school year, I had a girl in my class that would ride the bus home with me and her mother would pick her up at our house when she got off work around six-ish. She always wore the neatest shoes, you know, the Mary Jane type with the straps and that clicky heel. She had a pair in particular that I really adored: it had a high back and ankle straps, 1" heels, and was black patent leather.

We used to play in a hay barn behind the house all the time. There was an old mattress in there and she loved to jump on it. One fateful day, she wore those shoes. When we got off the bus, I said, "I'm going to hide from you." and ran into the barn. I slipped myself under the mattress face up, but she caught me. She proceeded to get on top of it and started jumping on it as hard as she can. She was laughing giddily as she jumped. What a rush! I watched her as she bit down on her lower lip as she tried to jump higher and harder on top of me while her dress flew up and down exposing her - ah - self momentarily on the power stroke. I then told her something like, "I'll give you two days to stop that." She just kept on giggling and jumping.

Later, I laid down on the floor and held out my hands and she walked back and forth stepping on my fingers with those beautiful heels. She would also trample up and down my whole body with plenty of bounces and hops.

There were acorns and pecans all over the place, so we gathered some up. I would place them on the floor up in the loft and lay
down and watch her mercilessly crush them.

One day I found a dead bird. I picked it up and guess what? Oh, she made it flat! When I put its head under her raised heel and as she slowly came down, she felt resistance at first and then felt the crunch as she gradually stood down on her heel. The sensation of that crunch under heel really turned her on! She then positioned herself with both heels hovered over the bird's torso. I got into position behind her. I watched closely as her
heels came down on the bird's body. She then lifted them up again. I looked up at her as she looked toward me and went into this facetious chuckle. "Oh, she's teasing me." I thought to myself. Her heels started coming down again. I watched as the bird's body gave way to her heels; then the crunch came. I watched as her soles left the floor leaving the full weight of her heels balanced on the bird's body. She started bending her knees thrusting more weight on the bird as I watched it get a little flatter. It still had a squish to it, so she began jumping up in the air and thrusting those heels down on it without her
soles touching the floor. After a few minutes, she finally stopped; totally winded. We looked at what once had been a bird. To me, she looked really pleased with herself. Anyone care for pressed duck?

After that, I would save mice that were caught in the mousetrap for her to crush while I lie in the prone position watching her systematically render that rodent flat.

We did this for the whole school year and every day, the bottoms of her shoes were part of me. Whenever she got a new pair, it was a moment of excitement because that meant breaking them in!

One of our challenges was looking for new things for her to step on. We found about a four-foot section of garden hose and took it back to the barn. We stretched it out and she started walking on it like a tight-rope. I went down for a closer look. Just watching the rubber sink under those heels imbued me with sheer delight. When she turned sideways with booth heels standing on the hose with her back to me and started shifting her weight from heel to heel balancing on them with her soles off the ground, I was in heaven!

I held my hand out, palms up and she planted her left heel on my fingers with her right leg raised. She started thrusting her weight down on that heel while counting the reps and giggling in between the numbers. When she reached 100 she stopped. When she
withdrew her heel, my fingers were stuck to it. We peeled them off and then looked at the imprint in my fingers. There was a distinct outline of the edges of the heel, well embossed, and the pattern of the texture of the surface of the heel was perfectly transferred to my fingers. She giggled joyously; so full of mirth. She stopped suddenly and looked at me. She walked up to me slowly and suddenly jumped up, put her arms around me and kissed me. My being was filled with torrents of emotion, the likes of which I've never felt before. I would later learn: This is love!

This was one time I regretted the school year ending. Soon after school let out, we moved away. I never got to see her again.

That's how I became a crush fiend and tramplee. I was hooked. I'm really glad to have people I can communicate to about all of this. Now, I don't feel so weird.

I feel that if I'm ever going to be married, it's going to be with a crush babe!

Sparky ---

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