Thanks for all the nice comments. This is part 1 of a funny story about Amy and a wager she had with her co-workers. I have to flesh everything out so it takes a minute to develop but it’s worth it. This story is completely outrageous, but these events actually occurred. It also illustrates the unadulterated deviousness of the female of our species.
Amy and I were a fairly well-known couple on our relatively small campus (approx. 6,000 students). Amy for her beautiful and striking appearance and me for my campus leadership. Folks knew us and speculated about our bond. This became very apparent when dealing with her co-workers that will be named Beth and Kim.
Amy worked in the University Center’s main office. This office had one professional staffer and a host of work-studies. The UC was what other schools called a Student Union, so most organization’s offices and meeting were held here. As a chair on a SGA committee, I attended many meetings in the SGA offices. Whenever I could, I would stop in and visit Amy. This is where I first meet Beth and Kim. Beth was a classic sorority girl type. She’s about 5’6” 120lbs, light-brown hair, blond highlights, tight little body and a chipper assertive personality. Kim was a kinda anti-sorority type. Kim was petite at 5’2” and 100lbs. She had dark hair; dark eyes and had a shy, reserved personality. Both girls knew me by reputation. I’ve worked with Beth’s sorority sisters before and became friends with a few of them. Kim’s boyfriend lived on my floor once, so she knew me through him. Once I introduced myself as Amy’s man, the girls welcomed me to the office. They were very nice. After about a month they became too damn nice. Every time I walked in the office, they would say hi or wave or just ignore me. Then all of a sudden it’s full eye contact, big smile, and a simultaneous greeting. I am not a paranoid person, but I know bullshit when I see it. I went from a basic dude to Norm from Cheers over one weekend. I’m a swell guy and all; in fact, I am as cool as a popsicle on Christmas, but I’m not that special. The next Thursday it became apparent what was happening. It was late March, so it was fairly warm. Beth tended to wear pretty girl stuff like short shorts, skirts, belly shirts, heels or flip-flops. Despite her sorority’s archaic prohibition against being barefoot in public, I’ve always noticed her empty shoes under her desk but I never saw her feet. Kim on the other hand was always covered up in oversized tees, hoodies, long pants and long skits. Her feet were always clad in Sketchers, Vans or Chuck Taylors. But today they both displayed their feet freely. Beth had her feet braced against the edge of the desk; showing only her balls and toes. Then she started playing with her toes, stretching, flexing, and scrunching.
“Uhhh, Beth…What are you doing?” I was nervous as hell son. I love larger feet, but Beth’s size 6s were amazing. They were tanned, high-arched, and lime green nails.
“Oh my feet hurt. I need a massage. I guess I‘ll get a pedi this weekend since I have no one to give me one.” Now this was crap. A fine girl like this would have fools tripping over themselves to do anything for her. Then on cue, Kim says,
“Yeah I know. Ricky won’t even touch my feet. He says I have monkey toes.” She turns around in her swivel chair and she’s barefoot! She had some of the prettiest feet I had ever seen. They were long, narrow and creamy white. Her soles were a soft pink and her toes nails were a shiny black almost lacquered shade. Kim had sort of big feet for a girl her size and it was mostly toes. Her toes looked like small fingers. What I would do for two minutes with those toes. The girls bantered back and forth about their feet, massages and whatever. I was just standing there nervous, sweating and trying to hide my woody. Beth’s phone rang breaking up their foot talk (Thank you Jesus). Kim got up and walked to a high shelf attempting to reach some boxes. She then got a tall stool-like thing to climb on. The stool was too wobbly to stand straight on so Kim stood on her knees leaving her pretty pink soles dangling. I wondered how long it would take me to tickle those soles beet red. Kim then asked me to help her. That was the longest walk of my life. So I was standing behind Kim and her feet are just centimeters away from stiff rod. Kim hands me the first box and I’m thinking: should I tickle her feet? She is practically begging me to. I grabbed the second box and thought, fuck it, you only live once. Before she grabbed the third box, I ran my index finger across her toes and up her sole making an upside down T.
“WOOOOO!!” Kim looked over her shoulder and grinned. She reached again and I repeated the pattern on the other foot.
“HEHE!! Oh you are bad.” She turned around and smiled showing her braces. Kim was a very cute girl with her sparkling eyes and braces. It became apparent that she wanted me to tickle her feet. Instead of reaching up, she braced herself on a lower shelf and looked at me expectantly. I glanced at Beth who was on the phone and typing. Kim was checking for her boss when our eyes met. She gave me a very subtle nod and my fingers became intimately acquainted with those long pretty toes. She giggled a lot at first, but then tapered off. Kim was only moderately ticklish. I had to switch areas to elicit a good response. When I tickled the back of her heels, she nearly fell off the stool. I think Kim just liked having her feet stroked and caressed. After a couple of minutes, I got her toes again. This time she gasped, yelped and fell off the stool, but I caught her and set her on the ground. She was laughing softly more embarrassed than anything.
“Would you get those boxes for me…oooohhh my feet feels all itchy, hehe.” I carried her boxes to her desk. I turned around; Kim hugged me around neck and gave me a peck on the cheek. I know this looks bad but Kim was one of those girls that became very affectionate and touchy-feely once she considered you a friend.
“You are very sweet. I see why Amy talks about you so much.” She made me promise not to hurt Amy (yeah, starting off real well on that promise). Since Amy was running errands, I just bid my farewells and skated. My guts were in knots. I felt so guilty, but then again Kim did bait me (and tickling her was great). Amy and I did not have plans that night. That was good because I could not face her. I knew tomorrow I would confess. Yet something didn’t feel right. The whole office’s reaction toward me changed overnight and those two girls were clearly baiting me. It seems obvious in hindsight what happened: My dear Amy outed me. I was too stunned and guilt-ridden to properly deduce that conclusion. I would get all my answer by the next day.
TS
Amy and I were a fairly well-known couple on our relatively small campus (approx. 6,000 students). Amy for her beautiful and striking appearance and me for my campus leadership. Folks knew us and speculated about our bond. This became very apparent when dealing with her co-workers that will be named Beth and Kim.
Amy worked in the University Center’s main office. This office had one professional staffer and a host of work-studies. The UC was what other schools called a Student Union, so most organization’s offices and meeting were held here. As a chair on a SGA committee, I attended many meetings in the SGA offices. Whenever I could, I would stop in and visit Amy. This is where I first meet Beth and Kim. Beth was a classic sorority girl type. She’s about 5’6” 120lbs, light-brown hair, blond highlights, tight little body and a chipper assertive personality. Kim was a kinda anti-sorority type. Kim was petite at 5’2” and 100lbs. She had dark hair; dark eyes and had a shy, reserved personality. Both girls knew me by reputation. I’ve worked with Beth’s sorority sisters before and became friends with a few of them. Kim’s boyfriend lived on my floor once, so she knew me through him. Once I introduced myself as Amy’s man, the girls welcomed me to the office. They were very nice. After about a month they became too damn nice. Every time I walked in the office, they would say hi or wave or just ignore me. Then all of a sudden it’s full eye contact, big smile, and a simultaneous greeting. I am not a paranoid person, but I know bullshit when I see it. I went from a basic dude to Norm from Cheers over one weekend. I’m a swell guy and all; in fact, I am as cool as a popsicle on Christmas, but I’m not that special. The next Thursday it became apparent what was happening. It was late March, so it was fairly warm. Beth tended to wear pretty girl stuff like short shorts, skirts, belly shirts, heels or flip-flops. Despite her sorority’s archaic prohibition against being barefoot in public, I’ve always noticed her empty shoes under her desk but I never saw her feet. Kim on the other hand was always covered up in oversized tees, hoodies, long pants and long skits. Her feet were always clad in Sketchers, Vans or Chuck Taylors. But today they both displayed their feet freely. Beth had her feet braced against the edge of the desk; showing only her balls and toes. Then she started playing with her toes, stretching, flexing, and scrunching.
“Uhhh, Beth…What are you doing?” I was nervous as hell son. I love larger feet, but Beth’s size 6s were amazing. They were tanned, high-arched, and lime green nails.
“Oh my feet hurt. I need a massage. I guess I‘ll get a pedi this weekend since I have no one to give me one.” Now this was crap. A fine girl like this would have fools tripping over themselves to do anything for her. Then on cue, Kim says,
“Yeah I know. Ricky won’t even touch my feet. He says I have monkey toes.” She turns around in her swivel chair and she’s barefoot! She had some of the prettiest feet I had ever seen. They were long, narrow and creamy white. Her soles were a soft pink and her toes nails were a shiny black almost lacquered shade. Kim had sort of big feet for a girl her size and it was mostly toes. Her toes looked like small fingers. What I would do for two minutes with those toes. The girls bantered back and forth about their feet, massages and whatever. I was just standing there nervous, sweating and trying to hide my woody. Beth’s phone rang breaking up their foot talk (Thank you Jesus). Kim got up and walked to a high shelf attempting to reach some boxes. She then got a tall stool-like thing to climb on. The stool was too wobbly to stand straight on so Kim stood on her knees leaving her pretty pink soles dangling. I wondered how long it would take me to tickle those soles beet red. Kim then asked me to help her. That was the longest walk of my life. So I was standing behind Kim and her feet are just centimeters away from stiff rod. Kim hands me the first box and I’m thinking: should I tickle her feet? She is practically begging me to. I grabbed the second box and thought, fuck it, you only live once. Before she grabbed the third box, I ran my index finger across her toes and up her sole making an upside down T.
“WOOOOO!!” Kim looked over her shoulder and grinned. She reached again and I repeated the pattern on the other foot.
“HEHE!! Oh you are bad.” She turned around and smiled showing her braces. Kim was a very cute girl with her sparkling eyes and braces. It became apparent that she wanted me to tickle her feet. Instead of reaching up, she braced herself on a lower shelf and looked at me expectantly. I glanced at Beth who was on the phone and typing. Kim was checking for her boss when our eyes met. She gave me a very subtle nod and my fingers became intimately acquainted with those long pretty toes. She giggled a lot at first, but then tapered off. Kim was only moderately ticklish. I had to switch areas to elicit a good response. When I tickled the back of her heels, she nearly fell off the stool. I think Kim just liked having her feet stroked and caressed. After a couple of minutes, I got her toes again. This time she gasped, yelped and fell off the stool, but I caught her and set her on the ground. She was laughing softly more embarrassed than anything.
“Would you get those boxes for me…oooohhh my feet feels all itchy, hehe.” I carried her boxes to her desk. I turned around; Kim hugged me around neck and gave me a peck on the cheek. I know this looks bad but Kim was one of those girls that became very affectionate and touchy-feely once she considered you a friend.
“You are very sweet. I see why Amy talks about you so much.” She made me promise not to hurt Amy (yeah, starting off real well on that promise). Since Amy was running errands, I just bid my farewells and skated. My guts were in knots. I felt so guilty, but then again Kim did bait me (and tickling her was great). Amy and I did not have plans that night. That was good because I could not face her. I knew tomorrow I would confess. Yet something didn’t feel right. The whole office’s reaction toward me changed overnight and those two girls were clearly baiting me. It seems obvious in hindsight what happened: My dear Amy outed me. I was too stunned and guilt-ridden to properly deduce that conclusion. I would get all my answer by the next day.
TS
. It does make life fun tho!!!
