I have a problem and I need some help! I'm a teacher's kid, so I go to my school in Maryland early every day. My religion teacher's daughter also goes to school early, so we hang out a lot before and after school. She's a sixth grader, and I'm an eighth grader. She's about 5 feet tall, and has naturally curly, dirty blonde hair. I always thought she was cute, but showed no interest due to her age. Also, I admit, I happen to have a small foot fetish, but this story isn't all about her feet. Her name is Melainey.
So when we meet up, we usually hang out in the computer lab, chat, and joke around. It was always just harmless friendship- up until about a month and a half ago. I think she has just entered the stage of her life where she starts to like guys. I say this because of some of her recent actions which involve me and her.A few weeks ago, she began to interact more with me. It began with simple gestures, like touching my hand for a brief second. That began about six weeks ago, and had continued for about three days. After those three days, she moved on to more complex gestures. I remember one time when we were sitting in the computer lab next to each other, she was sitting on the seat to the right of me. She moved her hand over and put her thumb beneath my hand and above the mouse, separating my hand from it. She then placed her other fingers on top. I then realized what she was doing.
Because we were alone, I had no escape and I just sat there and grinned as she delicately held my hand. She did this for about twenty seconds, and then moved her hand away, giggled, and blushed. She kept doing this for about two more days, and to be honest, I kinda liked it. I didn't want to do anything with her, but the fact that she wanted to hold my hand made me happy. So I let it continue. Then, as time progressed, it began to get even more complex. We have bean bags in our small school library, which is vacant in the mornings. On one particular morning, I was resting in one of the bean bags and waiting for school to start. I smiled when Melainey arrived, and noticed something was different about her today...
She was wearing really short jean shorts that went up to about her thighs. I tried not to notice, but it was hard not to. She closed the door behind her and began to walk towards me with a smile. Melainey dropped her backpack and pretended to stumble forward. I could tell it was fake because of the way she did it (she purposely dropped her book bag in front of her). With that, she fell on top of me and "happened" to slide her hands up my shirt. She pretended to be embarrassed, and slid her hands out of my shirt. She did this suspiciously slow, however.
Then the morning followed as normal, with my hand held once before school. The next day, she walked in again and sat in the bean bag next to me. We chatted and joked around as we used to, and then she slowly slid her arm around me. I decided to mess with her mind, so I asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," she mumbled, "just uh..."
"I'm just messin' with you," I declared, "to be honest, I kinda like it." I said with a grin.
She giggled and kept her arm there. I had her trapped now. Once again, she held my hand once and walked off to class, as did I.
The following morning, a Friday, I fell asleep in one of the bean bags. When I awoke, I was surprised to see that Melainey was sitting on my lap, sleeping. She adjusted in her sleep, and moved her cute little legs around mine, still asleep. I let her stay there and pretended to sleep, because honestly, I didn't want to ruin her fun...she was enjoying it and I could tell, so I just let her stay there. I woke her up five minutes before school began, and the embarrassment displayed on her face amused me.
After school that same day, we met up again. We were doing homework together, and we sat next to each other in the lounge, which has a table surrounded by twelve soft, comfy chairs. I helped her with her math and she found it to be a very frustrating concept. This is where my foot fetish slightly kicks in, so please, just read on. When Melainey gets frustrated, she takes off her shoes and dangles them from her feet as she shakes them around. I couldn't help but slow down my speech and stare at her feet. She noticed and looked at me with a grin. She took one of her feet and rubbed it up and down my leg as I continued to help her with her homework.
The next day, I confronted her about my foot fetish. She said if I paid her five dollars, I could do whatever I want with her feet on Wednesdays.
For you readers out there, I have two questions.
1) First off, I think I might love her. I don't know though. What's the next move?
2) What should I do about my foot fetish?
Email me your answers! Also, if you found this via Yahoo Answers, just leave your answers there. Thanks!
ajsiemonfla@yahoo.com
or
isafspecom@gmail.com
I have a problem and I need some help! I'm a teacher's kid, so I go to my school in Maryland early every day. My religion teacher's daughter also goes to school early, so we hang out a lot before and after school. She's a sixth grader, and I'm an eighth grader. She's about 5 feet tall, and has naturally curly, dirty blonde hair. I always thought she was cute, but showed no interest due to her age. Also, I admit, I happen to have a small foot fetish, but this story isn't all about her feet. Her name is Melainey. So when we meet up, we usually hang out in the computer lab, chat, and joke around. It was always just harmless friendship- up until about a month and a half ago. I think she has just entered the stage of her life where she starts to like guys. I say this because of some of her recent actions which involve me and her.A few weeks ago, she began to interact more with me. It began with simple gestures, like touching my hand for a brief second. That began about six weeks ago, and had continued for about three days. After those three days, she moved on to more complex gestures. I remember one time when we were sitting in the computer lab next to each other, she was sitting on the seat to the right of me. She moved her hand over and put her thumb beneath my hand and above the mouse, separating my hand from it. She then placed her other fingers on top. I then realized what she was doing. Because we were alone, I had no escape and I just sat there and grinned as she delicately held my hand. She did this for about twenty seconds, and then moved her hand away, giggled, and blushed. She kept doing this for about two more days, and to be honest, I kinda liked it. I didn't want to do anything with her, but the fact that she wanted to hold my hand made me happy. So I let it continue. Then, as time progressed, it began to get even more complex. We have bean bags in our small school library, which is vacant in the mornings. On one particular morning, I was resting in one of the bean bags and waiting for school to start. I smiled when Melainey arrived, and noticed something was different about her today... She was wearing really short jean shorts that went up to about her thighs. I tried not to notice, but it was hard not to. She closed the door behind her and began to walk towards me with a smile. Melainey dropped her backpack and pretended to stumble forward. I could tell it was fake because of the way she did it (she purposely dropped her book bag in front of her). With that, she fell on top of me and "happened" to slide her hands up my shirt. She pretended to be embarrassed, and slid her hands out of my shirt. She did this suspiciously slow, however. Then the morning followed as normal, with my hand held once before school. The next day, she walked in again and sat in the bean bag next to me. We chatted and joked around as we used to, and then she slowly slid her arm around me. I decided to mess with her mind, so I asked, "What are you doing?""Nothing," she mumbled, "just uh...""I'm just messin' with you," I declared, "to be honest, I kinda like it." I said with a grin. She giggled and kept her arm there. I had her trapped now. Once again, she held my hand once and walked off to class, as did I. The following morning, a Friday, I fell asleep in one of the bean bags. When I awoke, I was surprised to see that Melainey was sitting on my lap, sleeping. She adjusted in her sleep, and moved her cute little legs around mine, still asleep. I let her stay there and pretended to sleep, because honestly, I didn't want to ruin her fun...she was enjoying it and I could tell, so I just let her stay there. I woke her up five minutes before school began, and the embarrassment displayed on her face amused me. After school that same day, we met up again. We were doing homework together, and we sat next to each other in the lounge, which has a table surrounded by twelve soft, comfy chairs. I helped her with her math and she found it to be a very frustrating concept. This is where my foot fetish slightly kicks in, so please, just read on. When Melainey gets frustrated, she takes off her shoes and dangles them from her feet as she shakes them around. I couldn't help but slow down my speech and stare at her feet. She noticed and looked at me with a grin. She took one of her feet and rubbed it up and down my leg as I continued to help her with her homework.The next day, I confronted her about my foot fetish. She said if I paid her five dollars, I could do whatever I want with her feet on Wednesdays.For you readers out there, I have two questions.1) First off, I think I might love her. I don't know though. What's the next move?2) What should I do about my foot fetish?Email me your answers! Also, if you found this via Yahoo Answers, just leave your answers there. Thanks! ajsiemonfla@yahoo.com or isafspecom@gmail.com
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