WARNING: The following story is a work of fiction, intended for adults. It may potentially contain references to masturbation, fetishism, idolatry, breaking and entering, and invasion of privacy, any of which may involve minors (well, 16-year olds...) If you don't like this sort of thing, consider yourself warned. :-)

* Chapter 1: Dreams Made Sweet *

Third period geometry is always my favorite class of the day; I don't much like math, but I get to sit behind Kelly Finn, who happens to be one of the sexiest, most popular girls at East River High. Of course, she wouldn't give the time of day to a guy like me, but that's okay - I'm more than happy enough to stare at her and fantasize every morning. You see, even if she _would_ speak to me, she probably wouldn't understand that my primary interest in her isn't her body (although it is gorgeous, shapely, and perfectly tanned), nor her place on the social register, but rather her feet. I guess that makes me weird, but I can't help but feel an excited rush whenever Kelly wears sandals to class, or dangles a pump off of her pretty golden-pink heel; I just can't get enough. When it's warm out, Kelly is fond of wearing extremely revealing thong sandals. Her favorite pair have a thin leather sole, and are held onto her foot with thin straps made of silver- sheened leather; they are of the same general architecture as rubber flip-flops, and just as revealing, but are far more elegant and sexy. These thongs serve to bare Kelly's sexy feet almost totally. They reveal her long, pedicured toes, painted a bright pink which is positively gorgeous against her tanned foot. Her heels are perfectly rounded, unblemished, and look completely soft and smooth. Her arches are high and her soles are soft and perfect. Her feet are tiny and narrow, with the toes long and well-defined; surely one of the sexiest pairs of feet I've ever seen. If all this weren't enough, Kelly constantly plays idly with her thongs underneath the desk - She will cross her legs and dangle one thong from her toes, while the other foot has its toes curled under, giving me a perfect view of her soles, all wrinkled. Next she will flex the toes the other way, making the skin on the bottoms of her feet smooth and taut, allowing me to see how flawless and smooth her soles really are. She then will drop a thong from her toes, rubbing her completely bare feet against one another, finally absent-mindedly picking up one of the thongs between her first and second toes to play with; its all too much. I can never pay attention during the lectures in this class, but I can't help myself when the alternative is to feast my eyes upon the hypnotic beauty of Kelly's perfect toes and soles.

Kelly is a Junior Varsity cheerleader. This matter had never concerned me too much; it just made her that much more aloof. One September afternoon, however, I had stayed after school to make up an English test I had missed. Afterwards, I had about an hour to kill before the late bus showed up, and rather than wander the school's halls, I decided to go sit out in the bleachers and watch the football team practice; it was one of those perfect fall afternoons, with just the slightest breeze, and a brilliant blue sky, and I was in the mood for some Nature. I soon noticed, however, that in addition to the drills the football team was going through, one of the other athletic fields was being used for cheerleader practice - I was pleased to discover Kelly Finn and her comrades in shorts, t-shirts, and sneakers, doing jumping jacks and toe-touches. I thought about walking over that way to get a closer look (there were always a couple of guys "supervising" cheerleader practices), but then an inspiration of a deeper level hit me - my heart began to race with the possibility. I remembered that Kelly had worn her thongs - THE thongs - to class that morning. Swallowing nervously, I stood, and my body began to fill with a volcanic rush of adreneline as I walked down off the bleachers and headed towards the school building, my thoughts evoking a confused mixture of fear and excitement. As I nervously approached the outside entrance to the locker rooms, my heart pulsed harder and harder, my senses super-alert, glancing nervously in every direction, trying to look nonchalante. At last, swallowing fearfully, I put my hand upon the door to the girl's locker room, afraid of passing out from the rush of fluttering fear which ran through me. Oh God. I almost wished that the locker room door had been locked, as it frequently was, so that my foolish plan would come to a safe, early end. But this was not to be- "luck" was on my side in a strange sort of way as I carefully, slowly opened up the door and slipped cautiously inside. My first order of business was to check the coach's office, to be sure it was empty. Check. I then made a quick sweep on tiptoes to be sure I was alone in here; so far so good. The boy's locker room was set up so that the row of lockers in the very back, next to the showers, was reserved for the sports teams to use during practices; I assumed that the same held true here. I also knew that the lockers were assigned alphabetically, so it wasn't terribly difficult to locate the locked I wanted. A couple of people kept their stuff under padlock, but most relied upon the simple, built-in locks, which were no more difficult to defeat than those found on paper towel dispensers. Starting close to the left end of the proper row, I gained entrance into one of the lockers; a textbook belonging to Gail Evans. Not a bad guess. Two lockers over, I hit paydirt; I recognized the sweater, skirt, and blue canvas tote bag as all belonging to Kelly. The thundering rapids of adreneline coursing through my bloodstream tripled in pace as I carefully peered into the tote bag which sat upon the locker's floor. And saw them. An erection began to swell up in my jeans the moment I picked up Kelly Finn's beautiful leather thong sandals from the top of her tote bag. It was like a dream - the thongs I had lusted over every day this term; the actual thongs which were worn upon the actual beautiful, perfect feet of the goddess Kelly Finn. Nervously, I brought one sandal to my face, sniffing the sweet leather smell, closing my eyes and touching my lips in ecstacy to the silver, leather straps which came in contact with Kelly's elegantly painted toes every single day. I could contain my excitement no longer: with the thongs in my hand, I carefully closed Kelly's locker and tiptoed into the girl's shower. It was empty, and would be for another half an hour, and more importantly, was shielded perfectly from the rest of the locker room. I figured I had a good twenty minutes here alone to touch, worship, and adore these objects of desire. Crouching down in one of the stalls (which were open on one side), I unbuttoned my jeans and allowed my erect penis to spring out; it was swollen stiff and purple, and as I began to rub it, it felt better than I could ever remember. As I stroked and played with my cock, my focus of attention was Kelly's thong, which I adoringly kissed, smelled, and rubbed against my cheek. I felt a consuming rush to my dick as I ran my tongue along the top of the sandal's sole, and came millimeters away from orgasm when I brushed the bottom of the shoe against my cheek. After no more than two minutes of this, I could restrain myself no longer; I brought one of the sandals between my legs and began rubbing my dick against the lightly padded leather of the topsole, pretending as if I were fucking the toe straps, thrilling to the feel of the soft leather. I was soon unable to hold back any longer - the sight of my swollen penis trapped beneath the toe straps of Kelly Finn's holy and sacred thongs drove me over the edge - I suppressed a grunting scream of fulfillment as pints of cum jetted out of my cock, most of it sptting several feet to land on the floor, the rest of it landing it great sticky gobs upon Kelly's sandal. I felt lightheaded; a smile of content rose upon my face, like clouds parting to reveal the sun. Most of the nervousness and excitement I had felt passed with orgasm, but I was still filled with a giddiness and disbelief that the whole episode happened. I carefully stood and buttoned my jeans, wiping the gobs of cum from Kelly's shoe (after contemplating and quickly dismissing the idea of leaving it there for her to find, from a secret admirer), and grinding my sneaker into the rest of my sperm; the shower floor was damp, and the white splotches soon dissolved and became unnoticable. I then stealthily tiptoed out of the shower, replaced Kelly's thongs just as I had found them, and slipped out of the locker room, my head still spinning with what I had just done.