Jr. High John January Story

My reply to “Why don’t you write stories..."

I have an inveterate tendency to be a realist to a degree of fault. I had rather watch a mediocre documentary than a fantastic fiction. However, I can relay an account of an experience with some neighbors. This happened back when...

One, uneventful day I noticed some new people moving in next to a buddy’s house. I tried to not stare and rubberneck too badly. Life went on as usual for several more weeks and one day I met a Jr. High student named John. He was my age and turned out to be a good guy. After knowing him for a while, I was invited over to his house. I met his parents and his three sisters_ Marie, Jo Ann, Susie & Deena. They ranged in age from about 24, 19, 14 and 12.

As time went by and I got to know the family more and more, I began to roughhouse with John's sisters. Sometimes I started it; and sometimes they started it; but I was always able to manage into a position to be kicked or shoved by their feet. One day I grabbed Marie's wrists and apparently squeezed them a little too hard. She was wearing white heels. I was amazed at her agility. She brought up both feet and kick me square in the chest hard enough to break the grip on her wrist and send me sprawling backwards. I looked up at her in amazement. She was rubbing her wrists and she abruptly told me what I had done. I apologized and all was, again, well.

I remember Marie walking on me many times in bare feet, stocking feet and in her heels. She could nearly run on me in heels and I never felt any discomfort. When her sisters saw her standing on me or walking on me they immediately came over to watch, giggle and soon join in. I loved it when they took turns standing, walking and jumping on me. To them it was a game; to me it was Jr. High Heaven. Luckily, this went on for a couple of years. I always looked forward to seeing John and getting abused by his sisters when they were in the mood. Life is good in Jr. High!!!

People move. We didn't, but John and his family did. I really missed them and remember strolling by their vacant house with a sad heart.

Years later (I am guessing 8 or 9) I was playing in a band and happened to see a guy loading a cigarette machine. He was staring at me about as hard as I was staring at him. It ended up being John. Wow! I was amazed to see him again. We agreed to get together and yak about old times. Of course I asked about his sisters. Marie was married. Jo Ann was dating a guy; Susie was divorced and Deena was out of town. In time I got to see his sisters again. One night, while John and I were visiting Jo Ann, they were making plans to go see a movie. I was laying on my back, Jo Ann was in her bedroom getting ready and John was fiddling with her TV channels. I made some negative remark and Jo Ann came out of the bedroom in some great looking, white stockings, bra, panties and an open robe. She briskly walked over to me and put her foot on my groin. She looked down at me and said "What's your problem???" She began to put more weight and I just smiled up at her. Soon she was standing full weight on my groin with one foot. Old times soon returned. We both started laughing and she began to walk on me and jump up and down on my stomach and chest. I just lay there laughing and enjoying her antics. Finally after a few minutes of using me for a trampoline, John made a remark about "Lets get goin', OK?" So Jo Ann put on foot back on my groin and slowly stepped off me. As she walked back into her bedroom she turned her head and smiled a smile I will never forget. She let me know she enjoyed it as much as I did.

Susie and I went out a few times and I was lucky enough to play with her feet many times. Once while we were at a "drive-inn" (John and his wife in the front seat. Susie and I in the back)(You have to be very old to remember the drive inn's... look at the Happy Days opening scenes and you'll understand) Susie rubbed her bare feet on my "middle" while the waitress took our order. The waitress kept looking at her massaging feet while she took our order. Susie and I just looked each other and grinned from ear to ear. As time went on, the sisters married and left; John moved a few times and we lost touch. I will always fondly remember these fantastic, fun people. I'd love to see them again. Yep, I did check the phone book, no John. If I ever do run into them, you can bet your bottom dollar I will ask them to let me do a post on them!!

Epilog

After John and his family moved out, a Mexican-American family moved in with two fantastic looking sisters. A kid my age, named Richard was one of the occupants. His sisters were hard to get to know and I was too ignorant and shy to make a move. The older sister, Christine, always wore red nail polish and her dark feet drove me crazy!

This incident only happened once and I nearly had heart failure. I walked out my house and looked down the street. On the front porch, the yourger sister, Janie, was laying on her back, next to the door just like a door mat. Christine was standing on her stomach with one foot, while the other foot was bent back behind her on the door. Her hands were behind her, and she just stood on her. I walked down the street to get a closer look... and just walked on by, staring at the unbelievable event I was seeing! She kept standing on her, same position with that beautiful, beautiful dark foot with red nail polish. Janie, on the ground, seemed to be enjoying it all; and Christine just stood on her with a blank, beautiful expression. I will never forgive myself for not stopping and walking up the sidewalk and starting a conversation. If only one of the girls had said anythig to me to motivate me to accost them.

Youth, stupidity and regret are definitely a miserable companion; I know from many, many experiences. Since then I have imagined being under Christine's feet a million times. She was beautiful beyond belief. What might have been!!!!!!!!!