laughtermech
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The above was the cover of my former Kindle e-book, now removed from Amazon and turned into a completely FREE e-book (Chapter 1 below in its entirety)
Hope you enjoy this 1st chapter…
More to follow…
Chapter 1 - The Lunch Invite
“Hey Danny! Would you want to come over to my house after school tomorrow? We can study for that AP Calculus exam. I think if we study together I MIGHT have a chance of passing it. You’re so good in math and I’d really appreciate it if we could run thru those equations involving conical structures. Plus, my mum’s really good at math, and she could help us if we get stuck. Whaddaya say?!” Luke asked his new nerdy friend at lunch sitting amongst a sea of other high schoolers.
“Yeah, I think tomorrow may work. My mum really wants me to do well on that test too. She said if I get a 4 or higher on it, she’d buy me a new computer for college!”
“Oh wow! Now THAT’S a nice incentive! My mum only offered to treat me and a friend to dinner and a movie at our house! I need to switch mums!” Luke decried with a chuckle.
“Be my guest! My mum’s always looking for surrogate sons as she calls them, as I’m an only!” Danny chuckled back.
“Oh, me too! For some reason, I don’t think I knew that you were an only child! Only and lonely, right?!” Luke laughed again.
“I guess. I actually kinda like being a lonely only. Gives me more me-time and down-time…time for my imagination to run its full course, wild and free!”
“I’d never thought of it like that, but I like it! Yeah, more me-time and more time to let imaginations run free and wild. Nice!” Luke said again laughingly.
“I find many other people don’t think so though. Many are just too wrapped up in their busy lives to even have time to stop and think about loneliness and togetherness, and how the two need balance. Most people just assume and seek out togetherness at the cost of loneliness. I tend to seek out loneliness at the cost of togetherness. Probably makes me quite the weirdo at school, but, I have to take care of me. I’m still trying to find the balance, and it’s hard, but I’m making progress. I’m a work in progress.” Danny posited his existential vulnerabilities to Luke.
While listening to Danny’s response, and also pondering deeply the essence of his own loneliness, Luke added, “I like that. A work in progress. Well put! I’m going to start saying that to myself when I get super anxious about stuff my mum wants me to do or not do. Let’s talk more later about that, shall we?! We should get going. My mum will be here any moment to pick me up. I’ll see you tomorrow then?!”
“Yep. See you tomorrow!” Danny said.
“Oh, and Danny, I forgot to mention, my mum’s a bit of a neat freak. She has this strict no-shoes in the house policy. Is that OK with you?!”
“Oh, sure. My mum’s the same way. She says carpets last 30% longer without that daily shoe traffic on them, if people just walked around barefoot on carpets they’d last SO much longer.”
“Oh, cool. Yeah, some of my friends really hate our no shoes in the house rule, but glad you understand. If your feet are prone to getting cold, we have extra socks we can loan you while you’re at our house. I usually wear slippers inside, but my mum even though we keep our house a bit on the cool side of things, she’s ALWAYS barefoot. She says it’s super healthy to go barefoot as much as possible. I guess she’s right. Not many people know this about my mum, and I’m not sure if she wants it advertised, but my mum’s an actual foot model.”
Danny’s heart skipped a beat. Actually it skipped about ten beats. He had to take a quiet deep breath for a moment before responding to Luke’s massive bomb drop.
Luke had no way of knowing it, but his friend, Danny, had a HUGE foot fetish…the kind that could make Danny a tongue tied, drooling, drop dead idiot of a communicator should a woman with pretty feet kick off her shoes in front of him.
After a few, quiet, inconspicuous breaths on his end, Danny spoke, “Your mum’s a foot model, huh?! Wow! That’s so cool! I don’t think I’ve ever met an actual foot model before!”
“Yeah, I think she’s been doing it for a while. If you look in the fashion magazines, all those Candies and Dr. Scholl’s shoe ads have her bright red painted toes…feet-ured.” Luke grinned at his bad Dad joke.
“Har, har! I got that one. That’s quite the uh…feet!” Danny came back with one of his own bad Dad jokes.
“Touché!’ Luke grinned back and continued, ”Yeah, she’s always joking about how her feet are going to pay for my college one day. Funny, huh?! College paid for by feet!” Luke chuckled.
Danny chuckled too, but he also was stifling back a HUGE wave of unbridled enthusiasm and arousal anticipating meeting Luke’s mum for the first time, and getting to meet a legit foot model at that! Danny was also trying desperately not to let on to his friend just how obsessed he’d become in recent years with women’s barefeet, and their shoes.
Danny very much knew about foot and shoe modeling from all the countless hours he’d spent on social media early in the morning and late at night scrolling through his Instagram and Facebook and Twitter (now ‘X’) accounts looking at reel after reel of women showing off their beautiful pedicures in sandals and see-thru heels to any and all who would look upon their gorgeousness.
Danny had been hooked and addicted to women’s feet for many years! Ever since he’d been put in that children’s nursery on a Sunday morning many moons ago at the church where his parents attended. Two beautiful twenty or thirty-something aged women in pantyhose dangled their heels ever so close to where Danny was trying to play with his little Tonka trucks. Alas, the two women’s heels popped off their respective nyloned feet at about the same time, and the Tonka trucks that were the main attraction moments earlier now took a very distant second in terms of interest for the young Danny. The two women would spend the rest of that morning toying with Danny as he sat mesmerized by these two women’s feet and their wiggling toes. He remembers them laughing and whispering how, “This one must have a foot fetish! Look at how we mesmerize him when we wiggle our toes. His Dad must definitely be a foot man.
Danny would go on to look SO forward to Sundays and getting to play with his trucks next to these two gorgeous barefooted women as they chatted about life, liberty, and the pursuit of hot, single Christian men.
When Danny got to high school and his parents let him have a phone, it wasn’t long before he found social media a haven for all his foot lust hashtags for #prettypedicures, #prettyfeet #prettytoes and #prettymuch #anything #you #could #think #of.
Not only was Danny into women’s feet, but he also had a penchant for seeing and hearing women being TICKLED on their barefeet (and other places too).
To Danny, a beautiful woman with beautiful feet and a beautiful ticklish laugh was the absolute sexiest thing in the world!
Danny’s brain began spinning down a multitude of erotically charged, imaginary mental rabbit holes with Luke’s disclosure that his mum was a foot model and that she went around barefoot in her house that he was about to visit this afternoon!
Danny once again gathered himself though, and finally offered back to Luke, “Luke, your mum sounds like she’s got it dialed in on that healthy feet thing. She’s probably right on the going barefoot in the house thing too. I think I read somewhere that barefoot runners are able to strengthen their foot muscles much more readily than runners who choose to run WITH shoes on. I really appreciate the socks offer, but I’m thinking I may just choose to go barefoot too when I get inside your mum, I mean inside your home.”
Danny was mortified at his Freudian slip. He looked anxiously at Luke to see if he’d caught his own giant, gaping, geologic sexual slip fault.
Apparently, Luke’s radar had been turned off a bit as he’d just seen Lilly, a cute woman who was also 18 years old and in Luke’s English class. Luke and she had a scene to act out together in their English class next week, and Danny needed to see if she wanted to practice. She said yes.
“Sorry, Dann, what were you saying?! Lilly distracted me.”
“Whew! That was close!” thought Danny.
“Another bomb drop like that and Luke’s definitely going to know I’m WAY too super attracted to his mum! Cool it, Danny!” he thought some more.
Danny gathered himself again, and finally said, “Oh, no worries. I was just saying I think I’ll be fine without socks in your home. Thanks for the offer though. And thanks again for the heads up. Just curious though, how old is your mum, Luke?! She looks super young to me from the few times I’ve seen her when she’s picked you up from school.”
“I think she’s 41 or 42. Not sure. I’ll tell her you think she looks young. She’ll love that. She’s always thinking she looks so old!” Luke laughed.
Danny could hardly contain the ‘continuing to build inside him’ excitement thinking about meeting this beautiful, barefooted, enigmatic mother of one of his friends, and fully legit foot model!
“Jesus! Does it get any better than this!!!” Danny thought, his mind continuing to go into Millennium Falcon style hyperdrive mode.
The Fountains Of Wayne song and video, “Stacy’s Mom” started playing in his head too, with some quick ‘Danny edits’ to the lyric:
Luke’s Mum has got it going on,
She's all I want
And I've waited for so long
Luke, can't you see?
Your Mum’s the one for me
I know it might be wrong but
I'm in love with Luke’s Mum.
Furthermore, Danny imagined Luke’s mum greeting him at the door of their home barefoot, and him not being able to actually keep good eye contact with her during their introduction. She would be wearing a toe ring on her 2nd toe, just slightly longer than her big toe, and the tops of her feet would have beautiful, colorful tattoos all over them. He’d be surely tongue tied, and Luke’s mum would find his tongue tied-ness cute, and she’d flirt with him by wiggling all of her toes over and over again for him to start hyperventilating.
Yes, Danny was a bonafide, true as true could be, foot fetishist of the highest order.
For Danny, a woman with pretty feet who KNEW she had pretty feet, and wasn’t afraid to flaunt them, and show them off in public, was just off the charts SEXY!
Toe rings, ankle bracelets, special nail art on the toes, foot tattoos, all of it just made women who chose those adornments, in the words of the late great song poet, Robert Palmer, simply irresistible!
You might say that Danny’s foot fetishism was his figurative kryptonite like Superman.
A single toe ring on a woman's second or third or fouth toes would be as if that mythical mineral had been placed like a smelling salt right below his nose and was rendering him powerless and paralyzed.
Luke could tell Danny was a million miles away in his mind and offered to bring him back by asking him, “Ok, Danny, so I’ll see you tomorrow then?!”
Coming back to Earth, and realizing he’d been trailing off into the ether, Danny replied, “Oh, yes, yes! See you tomorrow! Sorry! Got lost in thought there. Thanks again for the heads up about the no-shoes rule at your house!!”
And with that, Danny and Luke went their separate 18 year old ways.
To be continued…
Thanks as always for stopping by,
TLM
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com
