My First Crush Memory Monday, 16-Mar-98 19:22:32

Message: 12.66.116.120 writes:

The first time I realized I had a crush fetish was back in the late seventies when I was in junior high. Having hit puberty I started dating some of the girls in school and managed to get a couple of crushes on my teachers. Of these teachers my english teacher (I'll refer to as Ms. Jane) was stunningly beautiful. She was in her mid to late 20's about 5' 8" and very slim with a nice bust. What really made here stand out was that she had long black hair with huge green eyes on a face that was angelic. She always smiled and had a very pleasing voice. Here legs where long and toned and hear ass was shaped like a perfect small heart - God I miss tight women's jeans! I hope all of you can relate to this. If you can remember all the teachers that you fell for when you were young, then try to remember how you felt for that special teacher that you wanted to grow up and marry and would do anything for - that how I felt for Ms. Jane. Anyway now that the background is set lets talk crushing! Ms. Jane always wore high heels to class. She might wear a skit or a pair tight designer jeans but she always had heels (either boots or open or closed pumps) on. She also always stepped bugs when see saw them.

The first time I saw Ms. Jane crush a bug was at the beginning of the fall semester. She had a podium where she would lecture about the reading assignment, which was right next to her desk. When she done lecturing she would walk away from the podium and sit on the front edge of her desk lifting here shoes up so that you could see the bottoms of her soles. Because I sat in the front row off to the side I always got a great view. Well as luck would have it, Ms. Jane was lecturing about some story at the beginning of class. It was the end of August and she had the windows open. She was wearing a pair white soft leather boots (for the younger people, yes women in the late seventies wore boots in the summer as fashion) with rounded pointed toes and 31/2 or 4 inch spiked heels. A huge bumblebee flew in through the window and starting flying around the class scaring the s--- out of most of the kids that didn't want to get stung. Some of the kids jumped out of seats and one of them Jeff M. managed to smack the bee with his book and sent it flying to the front of the classroom. Luckily, the bee was hurt but not dead. It was crawling along the floor when Ms. Jane walked over to it placing the inside toe of her right boot next to it. First, she looked at the class with a smile and said "well he caused a lot of trouble didn't he class?" She then looked down at the crawling insect raised her right boot by pivoting it on its heel and carefully placed the sole of the boot over the bee. Then she lowered the sole of boot right on top of that big bee and pressed hard by lifting the heel of the ground. I was about 5 feet away from her at my desk with a perfect view. I heard a moist crunch as the bee's body gave way to Ms. Jane's boot. She then quickly twisted her boot back and forth to make sure the bee was dead and destroyed. Looking back up at the class she again smiled and said "OK, you can sit down now he's dead." She walked of the bee and continued here lecture as if nothing had happened. I could see the wet spot where the bee had been. There were a few little pieces now because it seemed that most of the bee was still stuck to the sole of her boot. After Ms. Jane finished her lecture, she sat down on the edge of here desk, as usually, and started class discussion. When she raised the right boot up to relax a bit I got a good look at the sole of here boot. And sure enough there was the rest of the bee stuck to sole which was light leather brown with black worn spots and little bee parts.

After this, I couldn't get enough of Ms. Jane stepping on bugs. Through out the year and beyond I managed to see her step on flys, roaches, beetles, worms, snails, and other insects mostly in high heels and boots. I kid of became here teacher's pet. I helped here with stuff at school and at here parent's house where she lived (only three blocks away from my parents). I managed to mow her lawn and shovel her snow on occasions. I even remained in touch after junior high. Unfortunately, she ended up getting married and moved away when I was in my high school. I've never seen here since but I still remember her in my heart. All I have left of Ms Jane is my daily journal entries. Does anybody else have a similar experience?

S.S.

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