A true crush story. Tuesday, 03-Mar-98 16:55:22

Message: 128.6.44.92 writes:

This took place when I was about 13, over summer holidays. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. My friend James and I had been out collecting frogs at a pond near our neighbourhood so we could have frog-jumping contests (I know it sounds lame, but it seemed like a good idea at the time...) James had gone around the front of the house for some reason I can't recall now, and I was left standing by the raised deck in their back yard. (It was on poles, and stood about 5.5 feet off the ground.) I was just tall enough to peek over the edge. (Bug's eye view.) So anyway, I was standing there with our frogs when I heard his sister Angela tell her folks she was going onto the deck. Before I go on, it must be said that Angela was extremely good to look at, a statuesque girl of 18 who could melt your heart with one look from her dark eyes. She already had a leading role in most of my giantess/crush fantasies. Without pausing to think, I grabbed the cardboard container with James' frog in it, tore off the perforated lid and dumped it upside down on the deck in front of me. (I left the box covering him, lest Mr. Frog leap to safety and ruin everything.) Then I saw Angela step onto the deck. She was wearing khaki shorts and a white tank top and had on white leather sandals with a buckle around the heel. She saw me and walked over, her steps shaking the wooden deck. There I was, nose to toes with this gorgeous girl. My heart was pounding. She leaned over the railing. She looked down on me, smiled and said hello. "What's in the box?" she asked, as she placed her right foot on top of the container. The sides bent slightly under the weight. I could barely breathe, but I told her it was James' frog and that it won all the races. (She and her brother didn't always get along in those days, and I tried to take advantage of that.) She nodded, pressing down more. I thought at that point that she'd simply crush the box and Mr. Frog would die in the wreckage, but she suddenly kicked the box over. Mr. Frog sat there in the open with a daft expression on his face, unaware of the imminant danger. Angela pivoted her right foot over top of the frog and slowly stepped on him. There was a squelching noise, followed by a sudden wet 'crunch' as her foot pressed to the deck. A stream of gore shot out from under the toe of her sandal. She laughed when that happened. I almost fainted. She lifted her foot, revealing the frog's body, crushed into unrecognisable pulp. "He won't win any more races in that condition," she said, turning and walking away. That's one of the best crush experiences I've had. I'll post more when I have the time!

Canuck