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    FootTimes: Thanks! I'll try not to keep everyone hanging too long, as I don't expect these other priorities to go beyond a couple weeks.

    Sacurason: I'm glad you are enjoying it, and thanks so much for providing input/feedback during the writing process. I look forward to the next chapter of "Devlin's Inferno."

    beep: Haha, nice imagery! Yes, Amber is beginning to tap into her dark side.

    Natsuko: Don't worry, there will be more, moar, moooore! Yes, the next day will be quite interesting for Amber. How will that conversation go? You'll just have to wait for the next episode!

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    Thanks for the wonderful comments, Stray, lele, and wildyone! :-)

    I certainly don't plan to stop, although I will have some other priorities over the next two weeks that will keep me from writing the next chapter. Not to worry, because I will be picking up on it afterward and try to get the next chapter posted before month's end.

    Now that Amber has made the full realization that she wants someone - namely, Polly - to worship her feet, her internal conflict and turmoil will go from very high to off-the-charts. The upcoming conversation between the two will be very interesting indeed!
    Take your sweet time buddy, as long as you don't forgot about this story i'm happy ^^

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    Thursday, January 22

    I slammed my hand onto the alarm clock this morning to silence it, and then pulled the covers over my head. It wasn’t just that I needed more sleep, although God knows I could have used it. The last time I looked at the time before dozing off, I saw 3:22 AM. Functioning on two hours of sleep would be quite difficult – at best.

    There was also something scary I was trying to hide from. I hoped that if I could lay huddled under my blanket long enough, it would vanish into thin air. The problem would go away. But alas I was no longer a child, and such things only happened in fairy tales. Besides, the monster I was attempting to avoid was one from whom there was no escape. It was myself.

    After stalling for a while, I sighed when I realized that I couldn’t remain in bed all day. I knew that showing up late for work would make me look bad – especially so soon into my full-time employment. And calling in sick wasn't an option. Polly had agreed to meet me after school, and nothing short of the bubonic plague was going to keep me from having our important conversation.

    While sitting in the faculty break room sipping my third cup of coffee, I continued to be tormented by what I had done the prior evening. It was one thing to have deviant thoughts involving foot domination, but quite another to have my own student as the submissive. This wasn’t just shameful, it was immoral – maybe even illegal. There was no doubt I would be fired and then blacklisted from teaching if I ever acted on these wicked desires.

    That’s when it struck me. I was being so hard on myself, when I wasn’t even the one who started the whole thing! I hadn’t engaged in this activity with Polly of my own initiative. She was the one who had orchestrated the massage and subsequent smelling of my feet. Her actions caused me to waste so many hours engrossing myself in foot porn. It was all her fault I was torturing myself for being sick and twisted!

    My thoughts shifted from self-loathing to resentment of that “innocent” girl. The more I considered it, the more I grew outraged at what she had done to me. How dare she subject me to her disturbing kink? Did she realize what effect it had? My whole world was turned upside-down! And because of her, I had become a basket case!

    For the next hour, I remained at that table and stewed over the fact that Polly had ruined my life. While no doubt an overstatement, that was certainly how I felt. I imagined all the things I could have accomplished over the past few days and nights, if only she had shown a little self-restraint on Saturday evening. For instance, I would have started creating the upcoming test for each of my classes instead of staring at illicit images.

    The bell to signal the end of first period finally snapped me from my haze of anger, and I trudged to my small office before heading toward the classroom. I was in rare form during my morning lectures. Any little disturbance was setting me off. I told one girl to write a long essay on why silence is golden, just because she chuckled at something I said. And there was a boy who coughed too loudly for my liking, so I gave him three days of detention next week.

    When lunch time arrived, I grabbed mine from the refrigerator in the break room and darted back to my office. With the mood I was in, I didn’t trust myself to be around any of my colleagues. I had no idea what unintended words might come out when I opened my mouth. Instead, I decided to stuff it with Greek yogurt, granola, and an apple – and perhaps even try to accomplish some of that schoolwork that I had been putting off.

    Once I finished eating, I did manage to make a bit of headway on these tasks. However, my focus kept meandering toward the little bitch that was responsible for my foul disposition. Eventually I had to stop what I was doing when I came across a particular paper and nearly ripped it to shreds at the sight of her name. I took a deep breath as I set it down, thankful for preventing my emotions from getting the best of me this time.

    It wasn’t long before I had to get up and make my way toward a room full of students – one of whom was the object of my ire. As I walked, I told myself to remain calm and not let my inner rage boil over. It would not be professional, and it would be quite unfair to the other boys and girls. But I still felt like a ticking time bomb.

    There was a scowl on my face as I marched into class, and I dropped my items on the desk with a loud thud. The chatter went silent as everyone in the room looked at me. I could tell by their fearful expressions they knew I was displeased. In fact, a few of them were trembling – as if they had done something wrong and were awaiting a punishment from me.

    I folded my arms and gave a cold stare in the direction of my students. Those who were standing scrambled into their seats, and those already sitting slunk down in their desks. I smirked at this reaction and let out an evil chuckle. My wicked side was clearly a force to be reckoned with.

    As my gaze shifted to Polly’s desk, I rolled my eyes when I saw it was empty. Of course she was avoiding me! She probably heard that I wreaked havoc in my morning classes and was scared to show up before the bell rang. Well, if she thought that would save her then she was in for one hell of a surprise. I was going to teach her a lesson that had nothing to do with twelfth grade English!

    While I imagined scenarios that would cause me to discipline her, she burst into the room accompanied by the irritating ring which signaled the start of the period. She scurried to her seat, pulled a notepad and pen from her bag, and then looked up at me. In an instant, she cringed and lowered her head. She had no doubt seen the fire shooting from my eyes and the smoke pouring out of my ears.

    “Young lady,” I said as I stepped towards her, “I have had enough of you showing up late for my class!”

    She squirmed and peered up at me. “B-but, I...I wasn’t late.”

    “Yes you were!” I placed my hands on her desk and bent down so that my face was close to hers. “If you aren’t in the room before that bell starts going off, you’re late.”

    “But, but...”

    I slammed my hands onto her desk. “NO BUTS! I don’t want to hear your excuses!”

    She was now shaking in fear, and her breathing was ragged. She then turned her head in an attempt to escape my stare.

    “Don’t you look away from me!” I watched as she nervously faced me again. “Now your assignment for tonight, on top of your normal homework, is to write a 5000-word paper on why punctuality is a serious matter. And you will read it in front of the entire class...tomorrow!”

    Her expression was one of pure terror, and she gasped.

    With brows furrowed, I moved closer to her. “Am I being perfectly clear, Miss Wilkerson?”

    She spoke in a soft, broken voice. “Y-yes...Miss Nolan.”

    “And you’ll be on time to my class in the future?”

    “Yes, M-miss Nolan.”

    “Good! Now I can move on to today’s lesson.”

    I walked to the front of my desk and assumed my normal teaching position. As I scanned the room, it seemed like I had put the fear of God in everyone – especially Polly. She was shivering, and I could detect subtle whimpers escaping her lips.

    For a moment, I felt a sense of smug satisfaction. I had given that sniveling little manipulator exactly what she deserved. She would think twice about trying to pull a stunt like that with some other innocent woman anytime soon.

    Just as I cleared my throat to begin my lecture, I took another glance at Polly and saw tears streaming down her cheeks. At that moment, I realized what I’d done. I had vented all of my pent-up anxiety, confusion, and anger at her – and at several others in my previous classes. Holy crap, I truly had become a monster!

    Her sobs attracted the attention of the entire class, and even those who had bullied her were now looking upon her with sympathy. I shook my head, thinking that if her worst tormentors felt sorry for her then I had definitely gone way too far. As I watched the poor girl continue to cry, my heart shattered into pieces.

    A tear fell from my own eye as I stood in silence, contemplating my horrible deeds. I had no idea that I was capable of such cruelty. This wasn’t the person I wanted to be, especially with these kids. Heck, I had just lambasted one of them for arriving in my class a fraction of a second late – and given her an absurd essay to complete in a single night. Wow, what kind of bitch would do that? The answer, of course, was the bitch standing in front of the teacher’s desk.

    I sighed and wiped my cheeks. That’s when I noticed the puzzled expressions of my students as they directed their focus on me. Perhaps they thought I was suffering from PMS. My demeanor had morphed from rage to sadness in the span of seconds. And while “that time of the month” was a plausible excuse for my behavior, it wasn’t the truth. After what I had done, I owed them a real explanation.

    Of course, I couldn’t go into all the gory details related to foot fetishism. I needed to be vague, so I took a few moments to consider my words.

    “I’m sure all of you are wondering what’s gotten into me. There’s, um, something I need to confess.”

    This elicited a number of gasps and many looks of anticipation. Polly appeared to be in a full-blown panic, no doubt concerned that I would give her secret away. But I wouldn’t have done that.

    “Recently, I’ve experienced some personal issues that have been difficult for me. Unfortunately, I’ve let them affect my behavior here at school. And that’s not fair to any of you.”

    I took a deep breath and continued. “So I want to apologize to everyone for acting like such a lunatic.” My gaze fell on the poor girl I had scolded. “Polly, I especially want to say I’m sorry to you. You weren’t actually late today, or any day this week. I was just looking for someone to yell at, and you happened to be the unfortunate victim. You didn’t deserve to be punished and you don’t have to do that awful assignment I gave you. I, I hope you can forgive me.”

    She sniffled as she dried her tears, and a hint of a smile appeared on her face. This gave me optimism that my earlier tirade hadn’t destroyed my chance to speak with her later in the afternoon.

    With a semblance of order restored and my tension partially relieved, I was able to proceed with the lesson plan. There were several instances when I peered in Polly’s direction and stammered a bit, but for the most part I made it to the end of the period unscathed.

    As the students began filing out of the room, I approached the timid girl who was packing up her books. Alongside her stood Tanya, who tilted her head when she saw me.

    “Are you okay, Miss Nolan? That was, like, really intense!”

    “I’ll be alright, Tanya. I’m just having a hard time dealing with...something. But I promise not to let it turn me into the teacher from hell again.”

    She laughed. “Yeah, you were pretty scary. I was waiting for you to grow horns and show us your pitchfork.”

    I chuckled at that comment. “I’ll save that for the next time I see those bullies go after Polly.”

    “Ha! I can see it now.” She spun around to face the back of the room. “You better leave her alone!” She pretended to wield a pitchfork. “Or I’ll stab you with this...” She then thrust the imaginary implement. “...and throw you into the fiery pit!”

    We both laughed, and even Polly managed a giggle at her friend’s silliness. When our mirth subsided, I remembered that I wanted to follow up on my earlier apology – and also confirm the after-school meeting. I let out a sigh as I placed a hand on Polly’s arm.

    “In all seriousness, I really am sorry for being so horrible to you. Can you forgive me?”

    She looked at me intently and nodded.

    “Thanks,” I said with a slight grin. “And, um, will you still meet me here after seventh period today?”

    Polly stood still for a moment and appeared to be considering my question. Before either of us could say anything, Tanya nudged her.

    “Come on, Polly. Just say yes.” She seemed indignant when Polly scowled at her. “You know Miss Nolan only wants to help you. I mean, it’s because of her that you have this great new haircut and manicure. Maybe she can convince you to wear those new outfits you bought, too.”

    If looks could kill, the death-glare that Polly shot toward her friend would have vaporized her.

    Tanya rolled her eyes. “Geez, what’s wrong with you lately? I can’t even mention anything about your shopping trip without you getting all defensive.” She noticed Polly look away and lower her head, so she put an arm around her. “Look, just meet with Miss Nolan and hear her out. Okay?”

    She took a deep breath and met Tanya’s gaze. “O-okay, I-I will.”

    “Great!” She gave her friend a squeeze and then looked at me. “She’ll meet you at 2:30. I’ll make sure of it.”

    I smiled at Tanya and then tapped Polly’s shoulder. “You know I won’t force you to show up if you don’t want to.”

    There was look of resignation on her face as she spoke. “No, I’ll, ah, I’ll be here.”

    “Awesome!” Tanya grabbed her friend’s hand and started toward the door. “Let’s go, Polly!”

    As they both jogged away, I called after them. “Bye girls!”

    They shouted back at me from the hallway in unison. “Bye!”

    I closed the door and then slumped into my desk chair. Since the classroom was always empty during seventh period, I stayed in that seat for the rest of the time leading up to my conversation with Polly. I kept replaying the day’s events in my mind – especially the most recent ones. I felt awful for what I had done to the shy girl, but at least I had asked for her forgiveness. I had also apologized to the entire class. Tomorrow I would need to humble myself in the same way in front of my second and third period English classes.

    After putting these thoughts aside, I retrieved a pen and a notepad from my purse. I began jotting down ideas of what to say to the girl who would be coming back to speak with me soon. I would tell her how I couldn’t stop thinking about what she did to me. And of the hours I spent on the internet. And of the realization that I enjoyed having her at my feet – and that I actually wanted her at my feet. I would even tell her about my lurid desire to pleasure myself while she worshipped me.

    Shit, I couldn’t tell her all of that! In an instant, I ripped the page out of my notepad, crumpled it up, and threw it in my bag. I then placed my head in my hands. This was going to be harder than I imagined. My discussion with her needed to happen, but I was struggling to find a way to broach the topic of foot fetishism without sounding like a creep.

    Before I was able to formulate anything, the bell rang. This meant that Polly would be arriving within moments!

    I shoved the pad and pen back into my purse, stood up, and went to open the door. The next few minutes dragged on as I stood by the door and waited for her. My heart was pounding in nervous anticipation, and seeing her walk towards me did little to alleviate my apprehension. At least there was nobody else in the hallway. By this time, most of the students and faculty were on their way home.

    She gave me a brief glance but said nothing as she shuffled past me and into the room. I closed and locked the door to ensure our privacy. I then spun around and noticed she was already sitting in her desk. As I approached her, I could see that she was staring at the floor with her hands folded. She appeared to be at least as anxious as I was. While taking the seat next to her, I summoned the courage to break the ice – even though I had almost no plan for how to proceed.

    “Polly, I just...I just want you to listen to me.”

    Without looking in my direction, she nodded.

    I sighed heavily and continued. “What happened at your house on Saturday night really freaked me out. Nobody had ever done anything like that to me before, and I’d never seen or heard of anyone who wanted to smell someone’s feet. So you can understand that it was a complete shock to me, right?”

    She peered at me for a second and nodded again.

    “Okay, well, the next day I started to do some research on the subject. And I found out that having a foot fetish is not all that uncommon. In fact, from what I read the odds showed that at least one student in my class would have this fetish...maybe more.”

    It seemed that statement piqued her curiosity and she turned her head toward me. “R-really?”

    “Yes,” I said as I placed a hand on her arm. “Something like five percent of all people have a sexual attraction to feet. So while no one I’ve known ever mentioned it to me, I’m sure quite a few people that have been in my life have a foot fetish.” I gently rubbed her arm. “You’re just the first person to bring it to my attention.”

    There was almost a hopeful look in her eyes. “You mean, y-you don’t think I’m...weird?”

    I let out a chuckle. “Well, not anymore.” I saw her confused expression. “I mean, at first I thought you were a total perv. But then I went on the internet to try and understand it all. And I have to say, there are a lot of folks out there who are into smelling feet. And not just smelling them...but kissing them, and licking them...and even sucking toes.”

    She appeared to be struggling with how to respond, and then she shrugged. “Oh, um, okay.”

    “Look, it’s taking me time to digest it all since other people’s feet don’t really do anything for me. But I’m not going to condemn you or make you feel foolish because feet do something for you. Everyone’s different.”

    A slight smile appeared on her lips. “Thank you, Miss Nolan. I, I know what I did was stupid. I should have told you about my fetish instead of, um, trying to sniff your foot without you knowing.”

    I raised an eyebrow. “Yes, you should have. I felt like you took advantage of me.”

    “I’m sorry,” she said as she squirmed in her seat. “I didn’t mean to.”

    “It’s okay, Polly. Just make sure that you talk to the next woman whose feet you want to smell...BEFORE you stick your nose under her toes.” I couldn’t help but giggle, and she did also.

    She gave me a sheepish smile. “I will. I promise!”

    “Good,” I said as I rubbed her arm again. “Now, I have some questions about your particular fetish...I mean, if that’s alright with you.”

    “Um, y-yeah, I, I guess.” She became fidgety as her gaze returned to the floor.

    “Don’t worry, I’m not going to judge you. I just want to get to know you better.” I put a finger under her chin and turned her face toward mine. “Isn’t this what friends do?”

    “Y-you still want to be friends with me?”

    “Of course, Polly.” We exchanged smiles and I patted her cheek. “Okay, first question...when did you realize you were attracted to feet?”

    “Well, um, I think I was eleven. Tanya was sleeping over at my house, and we were, um, sitting on my bed. She had her legs stretched out and she was barefoot. I mean, I had seen her feet a whole bunch of times before and they never did anything for me. But that night...”

    Her voice trailed off and there were several moments of silence, before I responded.

    “So Tanya’s feet were the first ones that caught your attention.”

    She took several deep breaths. “Yeah…that night I just kept staring at her feet. It was like, wow, I never realized beautiful they were.”

    “That’s very interesting. And Tanya didn’t know about it?”

    “N-no…I mean, I don’t think so. At least she never said anything to me.”

    “Hmm, okay…and she still doesn’t know about your fetish?”

    “Well, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t. But, um, she might be suspicious since I sometimes look at her feet and, uh, offer to rub them.”

    I laughed, causing her to blush. “Yeah, I’ve noticed you glancing at her feet a few times in class.”

    Her face became beet red and she turned away from me. “Oh, I, um...”

    “It’s okay. Most likely, she doesn’t know. And I certainly won’t mention anything to her.”

    She let out a sigh of relief and smiled at me. “Thanks. You’re being...really cool about this.”

    “Well…” I placed a hand on top of hers. “...I wasn’t very cool when I lost my temper with you earlier.” I swallowed hard as I squeezed her hand. “I acted like a total bitch, and it was wrong of me. It’s just, I’ve got all these...conflicting feelings.”

    I stopped myself, realizing that I didn’t want to admit my newfound dark desires to this girl. It was one thing for me to be fine with her fetish, but quite another to give her the idea that I would allow her to act upon this kink with me.

    There was now a look of suspicion on her face. “What do mean by, um, conflicting feelings?”

    “Oh, um, it’s, uh...” What the heck was I going to say? I tried to think of some other explanation, but I had nothing. Meanwhile, the awkward silence had become deafening and Polly’s stare was burning a hole through my brain. While I was sure I would later regret it, I could see no alternative to telling her the truth.

    “Okay, so like I said before I’ve been spending a lot of time since Saturday researching your fetish. It, uh, wasn’t just because I was curious about what made you tick. I mean, that was a big part of it. But it was also because, um, when you...smelled my foot...part of me, kind of...liked it.”

    Her eyes shot open wide and her jaw dropped. “, you, liked it?”

    It was my turn to lower my head and look at the floor. A few moments later, I felt her hand on my arm.

    “M-miss Nolan?”

    “Amber,” I said as I met her gaze. “School’s over for the day, right?”

    She gave me a subtle grin and nodded. “Amber, y-you don’t have to talk about it now...I mean, if you don’t want to.”

    “No, it’s fine. I need to get this off my chest.” I grabbed her hand again and took a deep breath. “It seems that, thanks to you, I’ve discovered that feet are an erogenous zone for me. I’ve been in relationships before and had my feet massaged, but it never felt so...incredible…as when you did it. Then watching you sniff my foot while feeling your breath between my toes...that was...”

    My heavy sigh made her eyes go even wider.

    “Wow, I,” It seemed she had been thrown for a loop, and she stared at me in complete amazement.

    I slowly shook my head and gave her hand another squeeze. “Yeah, so I’ve been trying to come to terms with all of this in the past few days. And, um, reading all these foot stories on the internet, and watching a bunch of movies about feet…it’s just feeding my, um, desires to have someone pamper my feet.”

    She let out a gasp and her gaze fell on my shoes. Given that she was practically drooling, I knew she wanted nothing more than to be allowed to fulfill those desires. But I couldn’t let my own student do something like that – especially not in the classroom!

    “Polly!” I snapped my fingers in front of her face.

    “Oh!” She jerked her head up. “Y-yes, M-miss...I mean, Amber.”

    “I saw where you were looking,” I said with a smirk. I had to chuckle when I noticed her expression of guilt. I quickly composed myself and gazed at her intently.

    “Let me just finish what I need to tell you.”

    “Okay, um, sure.”

    I took a calming breath and spoke in a soft voice. “This has all been completely overwhelming to me, Polly. I mean, five days ago I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a foot fetish. And now I’m addicted to foot porn and, and, I’m having crazy thoughts about making a student worship my feet. I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore...and it scares the hell out of me.”

    There was sympathy in her eyes, which comforted me and enabled me to continue.

    “I’ve gone through a ton of different emotions since shock, anxiety, sadness, hopelessness, and anger. And regarding that last one, I started out mad at you, then at myself, then at you again, then at the world, and finally I just exploded on you.” I shook my head and frowned. “I guess you can tell I’m kind of screwed up.”

    “But, but that’s because of me.” She looked down and sighed. “I’m the one that messed everything up for you.”

    I didn’t respond right away, as I contemplated her words. She was right. There was no doubt in my mind that I would be my usual well-balanced self if she hadn’t started huffing away at my stinky toes. I would be living a carefree existence, where I was oblivious to the bizarre subculture of feet lovers. My life would be normal!

    At the same time, however, I didn’t need to take it to the extreme to which I took it. I could have stopped with finding out the basic information about foot fetishism, instead of spending innumerable hours viewing almost every piece of material related to this kink. So while she did light the fire, I was the one who fanned the flames into a towering inferno.

    “It’s not all your fault,” I said as I patted the arm of the dejected girl sitting next to me. “You were simply the one who pulled back the curtain to reveal the foot fetish world. If it hadn’t been you, it probably would have been someone else. And besides, it’s not like I didn’t play a part in this. I jumped in with…pardon the pun…both feet and totally immersed myself in this world. I can’t blame you for making me go off the deep end.”

    She perked up a bit and looked at me. “D-do you really, um, like it? I mean...having your f-feet rubbed and, and smelled?”

    I nodded as I exhaled loudly. “I, I do.”

    A slight grin appeared on her face. “Then, uh, maybe sometime I can, um...”

    “No!” I shook my head with vigor, and she slumped down in her chair.

    “Polly,” I said in a tender tone, “we talked about this before. It would be completely inappropriate for us to be anything beyond just friends. I’m your teacher, and I could get in big trouble for having a more, um, intimate relationship with one of my students. And since touching my feet is a turn-on for you...and for can’t happen again.” I rubbed her shoulder. “You understand, right?”

    She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. I felt bad for rejecting her advances, particularly since she had opened up to me. But I knew that the cost of doing anything sexual in nature would be steep for both of us. This wasn’t worth ruining my teaching career – or hurting Polly’s chances of getting into a decent college.

    After only a few brief moments, I could no longer bear to watch the poor girl wallow in misery. I decided to shift the topic back to her interest in Tanya’s feet.

    I patted her arm. “So, um, earlier you were telling me about when you figured out that you liked feet.”

    Her eyes slowly opened and she peered at me. “Y-yeah.”

    “And that you sometimes rub Tanya’s feet, and occasionally stare at them.”

    “Uh huh.” She now had a concerned expression.

    “Do you like her? I mean, as more than a friend?”

    She bit her lip and shrugged. “I, I guess so.”

    I raised an eyebrow. “You guess so?”

    “Um, well...” She let out a huge sigh. “...yes, I, I like her.”

    “Then don’t you think you should tell her?”

    “But, but what if she thinks I’m a freak for being into girls and then...and then hates me forever?”

    I noticed her eyes welling with tears, so I placed a hand on top of hers. “She’s your best friend, right?”

    “Uh huh.”

    “And how long have you known her?”

    “Um, since first grade.”

    I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “She’s not going to throw away a twelve-year friendship because you tell her you’re gay.”

    She appeared to be deep in thought for several moments, and then she looked into my eyes. “I, I want to believe that. But I’m afraid of her reaction. I, I don’t want to lose her. She’s my only real friend.”

    “She’s not your only friend, Polly.” I smiled warmly at her, and was glad to see her smile back. “Look, I know this isn’t easy for you. But if she’s a true friend, she will accept you for who you are. Right now, you’re not being completely honest with her.”

    “I, I know. I’ll tell her. I just...I just need some time to, to think of the right words.”

    “I understand,” I said as I gripped her hand again. “I’m here for you if you need me.”

    “Thank you,” she said in a whisper. With tears rolling down her cheeks, she got up from her desk, walked toward me, and threw her arms around me. “Thank you for everything.”

    I returned her embrace, and we stayed in that hug for quite a while. Neither of us said anything, but it felt like a strong bond had formed between us. All the contempt that I’d held for this girl had vanished, and was replaced by a wonderful kinship – the likes of which I had never experienced with anyone before. And I just wanted to bask in that feeling forever!

    When we finally broke away from each other, we were both sniffling from our emotional outpouring. As we dried our faces, we exchanged looks of heartfelt understanding. I was sure she could see in my eyes the same thing I saw in hers: I now had a special person in my life that I could fully confide in, and it was truly beautiful.

    During the drive to Polly’s house, I remembered one more topic that I wanted to discuss with her. “So, I was wondering about something.”

    “What’s that, Miss...I mean, Amber.” She giggled. “I’m sorry, but it’s not easy for me to call my teacher by her first name.”

    I smiled as I glanced at her. “I’m only your teacher during the school day. But I’m your friend all the time.” I spied the grin on her face and continued. “As I was saying, I was curious to know why you haven’t worn any of the clothes you bought when we went shopping together.”

    “Um, it’s, uh…” She sighed and stared at her shoes. “It’s because of what I did to you that night. I, I was really ashamed of what I’d done, and I couldn’t bring myself to put on any of those outfits.”

    She looked quite disappointed as I peeked in her direction. I didn’t want her to feel like she had let me down, so I patted her leg and gave her a compassionate smile.

    “It’s okay. But now that we’ve put all that behind us, I think it would be a good idea for you to start wearing those clothes to school. You’ll look better, you’ll feel more confident, and those nasty bullies will stop bothering you.”

    “Maybe, but I, I don’t know.”

    I could tell she was reluctant, so I needed to provide more persuasion. It took me only a few moments to come up with something perfect.

    “What did you tell Tanya about our after-school meeting today?”

    “Oh, I told her that, uh, we were gonna talk stuff.”

    “School stuff, eh?” I asked with a chuckle. “You mean you never mentioned our trip to the outlets? And what you bought?”

    “I, I did. But, I, uh...”

    “Polly, tell me the truth.”

    “Okay fine,” she said as she rolled her eyes. “I told her part of it was about our English class, but she also thinks you are trying to convince me to wear my new outfits.”

    “Is that right?” I flashed her a smirk. “Well then you definitely need to put one of them on before you come to school tomorrow. Otherwise, your friend might get a little suspicious about our chat today.” At that moment, we were at a stop sign so I turned to look her in the eyes. “You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?”

    “I, I guess not.”

    “Right, so then what will you be dressed in tomorrow when I see you?”

    She shook her head and exhaled deeply. “One of my, my new skirts and blouses.”


    “And, a new pair of stockings as well as um, new shoes.”

    “Excellent!” I patted her thigh again. “I’m really looking forward to seeing how everyone reacts to the new you.”

    I turned the car onto her street and noticed her concern. “Don’t worry, Polly. Everything will be fine. In fact, it’ll be better than fine. You’ll see.”

    “You really think so?”

    “Absolutely! You trust me, don’t you?”

    She nodded. “I, I do...yes.”

    “Great!” We were now in her driveway and I shifted the gear into park. “I’m really glad we could talk today.”

    “Me too,” she said as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

    “Take care, and I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”

    “See you tomorrow, Amber.” She took my hand and gripped it tight. “And thanks again.”

    I squeezed her hand also. “You’re welcome. And thank you, Polly.”

    She stepped out of the car, closed the door, and leaned down to wave at me. I waved back as I reversed the car out of the driveway.

    On my way home, I thought about the events of the past hour or so. While I was a bit uncomfortable regarding several things I confessed to Polly, I felt free from much of the stress I had been enduring in recent days. We talked openly and honestly with each other, and our friendship had been strengthened. Overall, I was very happy with how it went.

    After arriving at my apartment, I felt enough motivation to finish working on the tests I had started earlier. I even went a step further and planned an upcoming assignment for my students. And this was one I believed they would enjoy – assuming any of them liked to play word games.

    My stomach rumbled once all of that was done, so I went into the kitchen and treated myself to a steak dinner. It wasn’t often that I took much time to cook a meal – let alone red meat, which I almost never prepared. But this seemed like a special occasion. I had navigated a tumultuous day and instead of being beaten down, my spirits were raised. It was time for some self-indulgence!

    An hour later I was sitting on my living room couch with a full belly. I knew I would need to resume healthier eating the next day, especially since I topped off my big meal with an ice cream sandwich. But that was tomorrow’s problem.

    While watching a sitcom rerun, my mind began wandering from the television screen to the young woman I had confessed my newfound desires to. I wondered whether it had been a mistake to tell her that I liked having her rub and sniff my feet. Had I sent her the wrong signals? Or was it just one friend sharing her secrets with another? Yes, that’s all it was. There was nothing more to read into it.

    With that little dilemma resolved, I resumed paying attention to the show. During the next commercial break, I looked down at my stocking feet and scrunched my toes. My soles had the usual evening soreness after a day in high heels. And in a matter of moments, I began to imagine that a certain girl was sat before me – using her magic fingers to ease away my aching and discomfort.

    I shook my head as I sat up straight. What the hell was I doing? Here I was having another lurid thought about Polly right after I convinced myself that I wasn’t trying to invite her into an intimate relationship with me. Was I incapable of separating the girl from her fetish? When I thought of her – or saw her in person – was I always going to see a foot massager? I needed to sort this out, and fast!

    If I listened to the stern voice of my mind’s logical side, I would do what was right and simply be a friend to Polly. My feet would never be part of the equation. However, the pleasure center of my brain was becoming louder. It was telling me that I could have my cake and eat it too. Why not have a good friend who also provided me with fantastic foot rubs every so often? Would that be such a terrible thing?

    This battle waged inside of me while I sat on the couch for a time and ignored the TV. It then continued as I headed up the stairs and into my bedroom. Later on, the issue remained unresolved when I was making my nightly journal entry. Could I find a way to maintain a platonic bond with my student, and still take advantage of her foot skills – without it turning into something more?

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    Amazing update and full of ultra realistic emotions and inter-personal exchanges One.

    From the start where Amber is still fighting her demons through to when she becomes a demon herself and explodes on the unsuspecting class.

    Her humility then returns and having internalised the guilt of her actions she seeks forgiveness - which pays dividends as Tanya then helps Amber get her meeting with Polly back on the agenda

    In the meeting Amber surprises us all with just how much she opens up about foot worship, sniffing and toe sucking which must be sending Polly crazy inside.

    Polly then admits to having feelings for Tanya and her feet just to add to all the mayhem!

    Surely such an intimate sharing of feelings will bring them closer together especially now Polly will be dressed to impress from tomorrow.

    ...and just so Amber is in the mood she visualises Polly worshiping her almost like a mental dress rehersal - surely this can only end in one way...

    Roll on Friday!

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    A long chapter in the making, but a great one. Fantastic work!
    "It's an indulgence to sit in a room and discuss your beliefs as if they were a juicy piece of gossip." -Heinlein

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    Whoa, it's even longer than I had imagined!

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    Thanks for the terrific comments Wildyone, sacurason, and Stray.

    I am glad Amber's emotions came through as being realistic, which of course is what I was hoping for. And now there is a bond between Amber and Polly of trust of kinship. Of course, Amber still can't shake from her mind the image of Polly at her feet...and it seems as though she wants to find a way to maintain a close friendship with the girl while indulging in foot pampering. Can this possibly work out? We will find out in the coming chapters!

    Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn't give major props to Stray, sacu, and Mikoto for all of their help and feedback during the writing process. Thank you all so much!

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    Ok, this is....i,!! i mean......i'm at a complete loss of words beside....please i beg you never stop!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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    Thank you for that terrific reply, lele48. It means a lot to me that you enjoyed this chapter so much. And I do intend to continue adding to this story until it is completed. I am hopeful that the next update will be ready in about two weeks.

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    Friday, January 23

    I shut off the alarm this morning and stretched to work out the discomfort in my joints. I felt like I had either done an hour of high intensity interval training, or spent the entire night tossing and turning. And given the fact that I had no history of sleepwalking, I was sure it was the latter. Plus, the dilemma spinning around in my head surely caused me to have a very restless slumber.

    It was all I could think about. As I stumbled through my morning routine, in which I somehow dressed myself in reasonable attire and managed to eat a semi-decent breakfast, my mind was focused on the pros versus the cons of engaging my petite student in foot-related activities.

    There were plenty of reasons not to do this, of course. Aside from the impact it could have on my employment as a teacher, it might affect Polly’s enrollment at the school, her friendship with Tanya, her relationship with her parents, my relationship with my parents, my chances of having a relationship with anyone ever again. Okay, perhaps I’d gone too far with that last one. But the other ones were legitimate drawbacks to this situation.

    On the other side, I could only come up with one reason to do it. We’d be satiating our kinks. I would be receiving fabulous foot pampering, while Polly would be happily indulging in her fetish. While this seemed like the perfect win-win, the risks involved were quite steep. Were both of us willing to take such an enormous chance for the sake of our physical pleasure?

    This question stayed with me right up until my lunch period. While it kept my brain occupied much of the time, I was able to suppress it enough to teach my first two English classes – and offer an apology for my harsh behavior the previous day. This included revoking the punishments I had dished out. It seemed that my students understood, or at least didn’t hate me. That was a relief.

    During my midday meal, I tried to engage with the other teachers at my table. However, I couldn’t shake the nagging controversy within me. Eventually I had to excuse myself before their perception of me went from a bit off-kilter to full blown insanity. I ended up sitting in my small office to finish eating and to continue dwelling on my quandary.

    As I waited for fifth period to end, another thought came to me. Why did it have to be Polly at my feet? Sure, she was the first – and only – one to smell them and treat them as sexual objects. That was the reason she had been the object of my fantasies. But if my research taught me anything, it was that others were out there. How hard could it be to find a man or woman that wasn’t my student and would enjoy playing with my feet?

    It didn’t take long for me to determine that this was likely going to be difficult. I couldn’t just approach a random person at a bar or night club to find out if they like feet. Well, not unless I had no issue with being humiliated. Heck, I was pretty much a nervous wreck simply introducing myself to any complete stranger that I found attractive – never mind asking them about their fetishes.

    I sighed as I stood up to head toward my AP English classroom. It seemed my time alone had served to further confuse the matter, instead of helping me to resolve it. When I arrived at the door, I paused and took a deep breath. I needed to clear my mind like I had done for my morning classes. After I gave myself a silent pep talk, I strode into the room.

    While approaching my desk, I noticed that neither Polly or Tanya was there. It wasn’t unusual in recent days for the shy girl to show up at the last second, but it was rather odd for her friend to do likewise. Also, I found it strange that this would happen in spite of how well Polly and I had bonded yesterday.

    Before I could ponder it any further, I heard several gasps coming from the students closest to the entrance. I turned my head as similar noises emanated from the rest of the class, and I saw the reason for these sounds. The once nerdy and drab girl had strutted through the doorway looking as beautiful as that night at the restaurant. Except now, she also exuded confidence.

    Silence descended upon the room while she continued walking with poise in her black two-inch heels – a broad smile on her lips and her head held high. There was a certain elegance to her frilly white blouse, black knee-length skirt, and white patterned stockings. Her overall appearance and demeanor was that of a renowned celebrity, minus the sunglasses and swarm of sleazy photographers.

    All eyes remained fixed on her as she placed her bag under her desk and sat down. Moments later, another set of footsteps was heard. It was Tanya, who had clearly been waiting in the hallway to allow her friend to make a grand entrance. She winked at me with a sly grin as she headed toward her seat. I couldn’t help but giggle as I realized the big reveal of the new-look Polly had been executed to perfection.

    A number of whispers and murmurs could soon be heard. The bell rang, but the buzz in the room grew louder. When my attempts to tell them to quiet down proved unsuccessful, I marched toward the door and slammed it shut. Not only did that kill the chatter, I also had their undivided attention.

    I returned to stand in front of the large oak desk, rested my backside on it, and then started with my lesson plan. What began so well soon devolved into a stammering debacle as I became increasingly distracted by a certain glamour girl in the front row. If it wasn’t enough that her combination of wardrobe, makeup, hairstyle, and jewelry made her look gorgeous – she kept staring at me with a flirtatious smile.

    After trying several times to recover my composure and failing miserably, I excused myself and ran to the nearest restroom. While sitting in a stall for a few minutes, I wondered what was going on. Was Polly doing this to me on purpose? Did she want to turn this whole thing around, so that I was the one who became flustered by her? Or were my contradictory feelings about our relationship to blame for my unraveling?

    Knowing I needed to get back before someone came looking for me, I exited the stall and paused in front of the mirror. I gazed into my own eyes and realized that I was reading too much into this situation. She was just testing out her new appearance, and that included having an assured expression on her face. The girl was putting on a show for the other students, not trying to seduce me. I chuckled at my naivety, and made my way back to the room.

    Upon my arrival, there were many curious faces waiting for me. I told them that I had a bladder emergency that couldn’t wait. This drew a giggle or two, but appeared to be a satisfactory explanation for my earlier conduct.

    With that matter settled, I resumed teaching the class with no hiccups – save for a couple stutters when I happened to catch Polly batting her eyes in my direction. I let out a huge sigh of relief when the period ended. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could have kept it together. Who knew this reinvented young lady could rattle me so much?

    As I watched the boys and girls gather up their belongings, I was startled by a tap on the arm. I turned my head to see a beaming Tanya.

    She spoke in a soft voice. “Did you see that, Miss Nolan? When Polly walked in, she was like...a runway model.”

    I smiled and nodded.

    “I mean, the looks on everyone’s faces were priceless. Even the bullies were all like...” She changed her expression to one of wide-eyed, jaw-dropping shock.

    We both chuckled and she patted my arm. “And it’s all because of you, Miss Nolan. She looks sooo awesome, and now instead of getting teased I bet she’s going to have like, all kinds of people asking her out.”

    “Thanks, Tanya. But I can’t take all the credit. She did pick out most of her new clothes, and I’m going to guess that you orchestrated her whole glamorous entrance.”

    “Yup,” said Polly as she appeared next to us, “that was Tanya’s idea.”

    Tanya gave me an innocent look as she shrugged, and then burst into giggles. “Yeah, I told her she should change from her old boring clothes into that killer outfit right before English class so we could have a big, dramatic reveal. And it was, like, totally amazing!”

    “It really was!” I laughed along with them for a few moments. “And was her confident smile also your idea?”

    “Pretty much,” she said as she looked at her friend. “I wanted her to come into the room like she owned the place – like she could have anyone or anything.”

    I shook my head in amazement. “Oh, I think she pulled it off perfectly!”

    “Thanks!” Polly smiled at both of us. “So, I was, um, wondering...if maybe we could all go shopping tomorrow?”

    “Dang!” Tanya sighed heavily. “I can’t go this time either! I’m going with my parents to Key West for the weekend.”

    “Well that sounds nice,” I said. “In fact, I’m sure it’s a lot more fun than a trip to the outlets.”

    “Yeah, but one of these times I really want to come along.”

    “Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of chances.” I gave Polly a knowing look and she nodded at me.

    “That’s cool.” Tanya pointed at me and her friend. “But you’ll still go shopping, right?”

    “Oh yeah,” Polly said, before facing me. “I mean, if, um, you would like to.”

    “Absolutely!” I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow. “Wait, didn’t you spend all your money during our last outing?”

    She chuckled. “Well, I, uh, spent everything I brought with me that day. But I still have some at home.”

    “Polly!” I gave her a scowl and rolled my eyes. “And here I thought you were broke when I bought you dinner!”

    For a moment she lowered her head in shame, but then she raised it when I started laughing.

    “It’s alright,” I said as I rubbed her shoulder. “We had a nice meal.” I then took my phone out of my purse. “So, um, tomorrow...what time should I pick you up?”

    “Is noon okay?”

    “Noon is perfect!” I added an entry into my phone’s calendar and smiled at Polly. “I suppose you want to buy more clothes like the ones you’re wearing.”

    A huge grin appeared on her face as she nodded.

    Tanya gave her a playful nudge and looked at me. “You definitely converted her, Miss Nolan. She looks...incredible!”

    “Yes, she does. She might even be the prettiest girl in school now.”

    “Hey!” She batted her eyes at me with a cutesy smile. “Aren’t I still the fairest one of all?”

    I smirked at her. “Is that what your mirror’s been telling you?”

    She rolled her eyes as Polly let out a hearty laugh.

    “Seriously though,” I said as I patted Tanya’s shoulder, “you’re a very attractive young woman too. I mean, from where I’m standing I think both of you could be finalists in a beauty pageant.”

    They looked at each other and giggled.

    Tanya gave me a warm smile. “But we’d have no chance if you entered the contest, Miss Nolan. Heck, I don’t even know of anyone who could beat you.”

    “Aw, you’re very sweet...” I shifted my gaze to her friend. “...just like Polly.”

    I could see the petite girl begin to blush, and then I heard Tanya gasp.

    “Dang, we gotta go!” She grabbed Polly’s hand and started toward the hallway. “We’re gonna be late for our next class!”

    “Okay, um, sure. Have a good weekend Tanya, and see you tomorrow Polly!”

    “You too!” Tanya said while jogging away and dragging her friend.

    I then heard Polly’s voice call back to me after she was pulled out of the room. “See you tomorrow!”

    Once I could no longer hear their footsteps, I leaned on my desk and let out a chuckle. I was beginning to realize how brilliant – but devious – Tanya’s mind was. Her plan to have Polly’s little fashion show in front of the bullies was a stroke of genius. Of course, it had the additional consequence of throwing me for a loop as well. But that was a small price to pay for witnessing the stunned disbelief on every student’s face.

    While finishing my day’s activities at school, my thoughts kept coming back to the mischievous, teasing expression of the transformed little minx in the front row. Was it a show for the other boys and girls in class, or was she flirting with me? Considering the number of times we made eye contact, I was sure it was more the latter than the former.

    This conclusion did little to sway me toward keeping my relationship with her fetish-free. Picturing her in that sexy outfit with a look of lust on her face made me want to have her at my feet – doing all kinds of naughty things. That imagery stayed with me throughout the evening, raising my sexual cravings to a level where I finally had to take matters into my own hand.

    When I was physically spent and sprawled across my couch in post-orgasmic bliss, I knew there was no way I could engage in a simple friendship with Polly. I needed to have this amazing girl pampering my feet. It was where she wanted to be, and where she belonged.

    I just had to think of a way to make this happen without seeming like a total hypocrite. But there wasn’t a lot of time. Maybe I could sleep on it and come up with something before noon the next day. If not, I would have to spend the afternoon pretending I didn’t want her to take off my shoes and work her magic on my soles and toes.

    Imagining that scene sent a new ripple of desire right through me, and I reached between my legs again. Damn, I was hopeless.
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    Hi OneAuthor,

    Good to see Friday has come around for Polly and Amber. Great chapter this one and some really nice reveals...

    It's nice to see Amber worrying about the consequences to Polly of pushing things further. It is interesting she looks at the upsides purely in terms of sexual gratification and not affection at this point.

    I had a little chuckle at her approach to engaging someone about their fetishes..."Hey you, are you into feet?" instead of seeing if they would give her a foot massage and then perhaps even enjoy it a little. Poor thing - she really is uncomfortable with all this, isn't she?

    Ok, now we have the pep talk done Amber is ready to roll and steps into the classroom - here we go!

    Great entrance from Polly there and seemingly confident despite her teacher watching - wow those clothes really have had a magical effect on her. Now Polly is also using her newfound charms back on her teacher...go girl!

    Now another weekend trip is on the cards - and Tanya can't make it. That means the threesome is out then for least for now. But with Polly and Amber alone - wow!

    As we build up towards the end of the chapter it is clear Polly has got inside Miss Nolan's head and now her thoughts are turning into desires. I love the use of this line 'where she belonged" as a sign that Amber has dominant desires on Polly and not just lustful.

    I think it's all going to go crazy on Saturday!

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    Hi Wildyone,

    I appreciate your detailed comments! Amber is quite torn while weighing the consequences, and as you say she is currently looking at the pros from a purely sexual gratification standpoint. Will that change? She certainly has no idea how to broach the topic of feet with a stranger at this point, as she is a very much a novice.

    It was pretty amazing Polly could pull off that entrance and subsequent flirty/teasing nature whilst sitting in her desk. The question is: how much of it was Tanya's influence and how much of it was a little minx within Polly that is finally showing itself?

    The next shopping trip will be very interesting, especially without Tanya. Will Amber act on her desires or continue to suppress them?

    You were wise to pick up on the "where she belonged" phrase. This shows a shift in Amber's mentality that will be very important going forward. But will everything go crazy on Saturday? We shall see! :-)

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    It was all too familiar to me. I was sitting in my kitchen on a Saturday morning eating blueberry waffles. I was anticipating a shopping trip with Polly, in which I would be picking her up at noon and we would be going to the outlets. As I glanced at my outfit, I giggled at the notion that I was even wearing the same apparel as on our previous outing – right down to the three-inch black pumps.

    There were, of course, a couple of key differences. At this time last week, I didn’t know she had a foot fetish. And I had no idea how much I would enjoy it. So while there was some trepidation about our prior excursion, my anxiety level was almost off the scale regarding what could happen today.

    I wasn’t doing myself any favors by constantly dwelling on her kink. Aside from my three masturbation sessions last evening, I had an erotic dream overnight that caused me to wake up covered with sweat in a puddle of my vaginal fluids. It was the first time I had ever orgasmed in my sleep, and it was all due to the visions of a cute little foot lover dancing in my head.

    After a deep exhale, I noticed that my plate was empty. I had become so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn’t even remember finishing my breakfast. And I still wasn’t any closer to solving the mystery of how to be a friend to my student while having her be my on-demand foot massager – without our relationship turning into anything sexual. It seemed like it would be easier for me to invent time travel.

    With that in mind, I checked the clock. There were still two hours until I needed to leave my house. I smiled at the realization that I had ample opportunity to resolve my dilemma. I cleaned up the kitchen in a flash and then sat in my living room with every intention of crafting the perfect plan.

    The next thing I knew, it was ten minutes before noon. While using the bathroom, I shook my head in disgust. I had spent every moment imagining Polly rubbing my feet in the car, or sniffing my toes in a dressing room, or kissing my soles in a checkout line. It went beyond an addiction. This was an all-consuming obsession!

    While driving to her home, I did everything I could to regain my composure. I kept telling myself that it was just two friends spending a nice day together. There was no need to complicate things. And for a moment, I had pushed the deviant thoughts out of my head. A wave of calm washed over me, and I grinned at the prospect of seeing this lovely young woman.

    However, I then made the turn onto her street and caught sight of her house. My heart began to race and my breathing became labored as I approached her driveway. By the time I shifted into park, I was on the verge of feinting. I needed to quickly pull myself together. I didn’t want Polly – and worse, her parents – to see me like this!

    I closed my eyes and gripped the steering wheel. My mind was tormenting me with a number of terrible scenarios. What if her mom and dad didn’t like me? Perhaps they would think the way I dressed was too provocative. And that the wardrobe I encouraged their daughter to buy was offensive to them. What if I blurted out something about lesbianism? Or foot fetishism? Or what happened last weekend in their own living room? Shit, that would be a nightmare!

    “Come on, Amber. Stop worrying. It’s going to be fine.”

    My eyes shot open as I realized I just said those words of encouragement out loud. After scanning my surroundings, I sighed with relief. There was nobody close by. At least I had avoided that particular embarrassment.

    Figuring someone in the house had seen me by that point, I knew I couldn’t stall any longer. I checked my hair in the mirror on the visor, and then got out of my car. My steps were shaky as I walked onto the front porch, as my nerves were still rather frayed. When I stopped near the front door, I took another deep breath and reached for the bell.

    As I was about to touch it, the door swung open to reveal the smiling face of Polly. I was startled, and took a step back.

    “Hi, Mi…I mean, Amber.”

    “Oh, um, hi Polly.”

    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

    “No, uh, it’s fine.”

    She giggled and pushed the door further open. “Please, come in.”

    I entered the house and followed her into the living room. I saw a man and a woman sitting on the couch, who I presumed to be the girl’s parents. As they beckoned me to come closer, I gulped at the realization that I was back at the scene of the crime. In fact, her mother was in the exact spot where I had been seated when Polly rubbed and sniffed my feet. An image flashed through my mind of my student kneeling on the floor, pampering her mom’s feet. It was both arousing and disturbing.

    Shaking my head to dispel this troubling thought, I strode toward the sofa. They stood up and I extended my hand to greet them.

    “Hello, I’m Polly’s new English teacher...Amber Nolan.”

    The woman shook my hand with a smile. “I’m her mother, Stephanie Wilkerson. But everyone calls me Steph.”

    “It’s nice to meet you, Steph.”


    “And I’m her father, Martin Wilkerson.” He extended his hand and I shook it.

    “Nice to meet you…Marty?”

    “Actually, Martin...if you don’t mind.”

    “Sure, Martin it is.”

    While he was pleasant enough about it, I squirmed a bit from my stupid assumption. I was already nervous that I might make a bad impression. This wasn’t making me feel any more relaxed.

    Steph shot her husband a look, then returned her gaze to me. “Don’t mind him. He’s a bit of a stick in the mud.”

    He rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, dear. Anyway...we’ve heard a lot about you, Amber.”

    My anxiety began rising as I wondered what their daughter had told them. Surely it couldn’t have been anything bad. Then again, maybe it was something which seemed innocuous that they took the wrong way. I had to find out before I drove myself insane!

    “Oh, um, have you now?” I hoped they hadn’t detected the apprehension in my voice.

    “Yes,” Steph said, “we know you’ve been trying to help our daughter with a situation at school.”

    I gave her a questioning look. What situation was she referring to? I hoped it wasn’t—

    “She told us there were a few kids that were teasing her. And you gave her some advice.”

    Polly cleared her throat. “Yeah, she said if I did something different with my hair and dressed a little nicer...those bullies would back off.” She beamed at me. “And they did!”

    I smiled nervously, as I was still somewhat uneasy. Although she had good intentions, I wasn’t sure whether her parents approved of the changes in their daughter’s appearance – or if they were going to chastise me.

    Steph placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Just look at you.” They exchanged warm expressions as she ran a hand through Polly’s hair. “Your hair is so lovely, and these clothes...” She stepped back and gazed at her daughter from head to toe. “...they make you look beautiful.”

    It filled my heart with joy to witness this, and not just because I knew her parents’ perception of me was good. I was happy to see Polly’s mom piling on the compliments. She reminded me of my own mother, who had always built me up instead of tearing me down. Not everyone was lucky enough to have that, and I recognized how truly special it was.

    Taking hold of my hand, Steph looked me in the eyes. “Thank you so much, Amber. Anyone who cares enough to give their time and energy to helping a student this way is someone I’m grateful to have teaching my daughter.”

    “You’re welcome,” I said as I squeezed her hand. “Polly’s a great girl, and she doesn’t deserve to be picked on. I just wanted to help.”

    “Well, I really appreciate what you’re doing. She looks...amazing!”

    “Eh, she looks alright I suppose.” Martin folded his arms and tilted his head. “Don’t you think her skirt is too short, and those shoes are too high?”

    Steph scowled at him. “For heaven’s sake, Martin! Why are you always so critical of her?”

    “I’m not always critical!” He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Come on, you have to admit that outfit is a bit for our little girl.”

    “She’s not a little girl anymore. She’s 18, and I happen to think what she’s wearing is very stylish.”

    He glanced at his daughter, then at me. “It looks fine on Amber. But…” His eyes narrowed. “…huh, now why didn’t I see it before? She’s dressed exactly like her teacher.” He glared at me. “Did you really think this was appropriate for our daughter to wear?”

    My eyes went wide and words escaped me. I needed a lifeline, and fast!

    “Martin!” Steph smacked her husband’s arm. “Stop being so unreasonable!” Her expression changed from anger to one of sympathy as she turned toward me. “I’m so sorry. Apparently, my husband is stuck in 1950 or something.” She then swatted him again. “Apologize to her for being rude.”

    He let out a sigh. “Yes, dear.” He lowered his head. “I’m sorry for being rude to you, Amber.”

    I gave a slight smile when I spied the haughty smirk on Steph’s face. “It’s okay. But I probably should have checked with both of you before taking Polly out to get her hair cut and change her wardrobe.”

    “Yes, you should have.” Martin’s arrogant smile morphed into a look of resignation as his wife shook her head at him. “Um, but...she looks nice.”

    “Anyway,” Steph said, “we don’t want to hold you up. We know you and Polly have places to go.”

    She began walking toward the foyer, and the rest of us followed. When she got near the front door, she stopped and spun around to face her daughter.

    “Have fun today, Polly.” She gazed up at me. “You too, Amber. Just bring her back in one piece…and without any tattoos or nose rings.”

    Her serious stare unsettled me, and I was about to respond when she burst out laughing. Polly joined in, as did I – although my mirth was tempered with relief. For a moment, I thought Steph actually believed I would do those things.

    The only one who remained stoic was Martin. “And another thing,“ he said as he raised an eyebrow in my direction, “don’t encourage her to buy clothes that are more...revealing than what she’s wearing now.”

    Steph placed her hands on her hips and seemed ready to scold her husband again.

    I put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay.” I took a deep breath and looked at her husband. “Don’t worry, Martin. I’ll make sure she doesn’t buy anything like that, and I won’t scar her permanently either.”

    He nodded. “Alright then…you two have a good time.” He then gave his daughter a hug. “Just make sure you’re home by nine.”

    While Polly hugged her mom, Martin extended a hand toward me. “It was nice to meet you, Amber. Sorry for giving you a hard time. I guess I’m a little overprotective of my daughter.”

    I shook his hand. “It was nice to meet you too, Martin. And I understand. I’m an only child, so my dad was kind of like that with me.”

    A genuine smile appeared on his face. “Well, I hope I didn’t offend you.”

    “Nah, I don’t get offended too easily.”

    I felt a tap on my arm, and then saw Steph reach out to embrace me. As we hugged, I had to stifle a giggle. She was a bit shorter than Polly, and wore flats. With me in my three-inch heels, I felt like I was hugging a child instead of a woman who was twenty years older than me.

    After a few moments, we stepped back from each other and she gave me a warm smile. “It was wonderful to meet you, Amber. Maybe next time you’re here we’ll talk a little longer.”

    “It was great meeting you as well, Steph. And yes, I’d love to have a nice chat with both of you.”

    Polly opened the door. “Bye mom and dad. I’ll see you tonight.”

    “Bye sweetie,” Martin said, “and behave yourself.”

    “Okay dad!” she said as she rolled her eyes.

    “Bye dear.” Steph then looked toward the driveway. “Wow Amber, is that your red convertible?”

    “Yes, it is. I got it when I graduated from college.”

    “It’s very nice.”

    “Thanks.” I felt Polly tugging me out the door. “Take care!” I waved to her parents while following the girl onto the front porch.

    Just as the door began to close behind us, I overheard Martin say something about how dangerous it was to ride in small cars. I chuckled, given how fast I liked to go on the causeway. If he only knew, he would never let me drive his daughter anywhere.

    It wasn’t long before we were indeed speeding over the water. Part of the reason for this was because I always enjoyed the feeling of the wind in my hair – and I knew Polly did as well. But my other motivation involved postponing the topic that was foremost in my mind. Since we couldn’t hear anything except the strong breeze, we weren’t able to have a conversation.

    Every so often, I glanced over at the lovely young woman in the passenger seat. Her mom was right – she did look beautiful. Her pink blouse and stockings were perfectly offset by her black skirt and black two-inch heels. She was grinning with her head tilted back a bit and her eyes closed. It was similar to the expression she wore when she smelled my foot, although this time there was no hint of lust. There was simply contentment.

    As I continued toward the outlets, I alternated between imagining a repeat of that scene and telling myself that at least for today I should honor my previous agreement not to indulge in Polly’s fetish. By the time we arrived on the mainland, I had only served to confuse the matter further. I sighed while parking the car, hoping that I wouldn’t end up allowing my sexual urges to ruin the friendship I had with this girl.

    When we began making our way across the parking lot, I decided to try speaking with her about normal things. I hoped this would take my focus away from feet for a while.

    “So, Polly, your parents seemed nice.”

    “Yeah, my mom is super-cool. But...” She sighed. “...sorry about my dad. He’s kind of stuck in the past.”

    I chuckled. “You don’t have to apologize. He just wants what’s best for you.”

    “But he still thinks I’m eight.”

    “I know what you mean. Even to this day my dad treats me like a kid sometimes. It must be hard for fathers to think of their baby girls as adults.”

    “I guess.”

    “Anyway, I thought they were great. And I’m really proud of you.”

    She cocked her head. “Um, what for?”

    “For telling them the truth about what we did last Saturday...and today. As I recall, you were going to give them some story about me helping you with a school project.”

    “Oh, that. Well, I knew they’d have all kinds of questions when they saw my new clothes. So I figured I’d just tell them what really happened. Except for, well...”

    “Right,” I said with a nod, and then took a deep breath. “But now we can have a fun day of shopping without worrying about hiding it from your parents.”

    “Exactly!” There was an enormous grin on her face as she skipped toward the entrance to the clothing store.

    While I approached the door behind her, I shook my head at the thought of what we were actually hiding from her parents. This was bad enough. If the twisted fantasies in my head became reality, it would be a whole lot more.

    I managed to set that concern aside and immerse myself in one of my favorite activities. I wasn’t more than two steps inside when I saw Polly holding up a shirt she was interested in. I gave her a thumbs-up, and then the two of us spent the next three hours either looking at or trying on almost every article of clothing in our respective sizes. By the time we emerged from that shop, we were both holding a half-dozen bags full of items.

    After we put everything in the trunk of my car, we headed to the shoe store. Even though I didn’t need any more since I already owned over forty pairs of shoes, it was always fun to look. Also, Polly wanted to add to her collection and she still had some money to burn.

    An hour and a half later, she was down to fifteen dollars along with four new pairs of pumps. She had tried on numerous styles and colors, finally settling on a couple pairs each with three-inch and two-inch heels. I did do a bit of browsing in the store, but for the most part I sat and watched the young woman slip her dainty stocking feet in and out of many shoes. And I was thankful that I had kept mine on. If I were to have given her that kind of show, it would have ignited her passions for my feet – and made me want her to act on those desires.

    Since we were both hungry at that point and neither of us had much cash left, we agreed to eat dinner at the food court. Upon arriving, we found an empty booth near a partition and hurried over to claim it. I stayed with Polly’s most recent purchases while she got a platter from the Asian Eatery. Once she returned, I went to buy a wrap and salad combo from the Gourmet Deli.

    When I was seated again, I took the first bite of my food and smiled at the girl sitting across from me. She smiled back and then picked up a forkful of her chicken fried rice.

    “I really like shopping with you, Polly.”

    She swallowed before replying. “Yeah, it’s awesome shopping with you at the outlets. I got so much great stuff!”

    “I know!” I giggled. “You probably doubled your wardrobe in the past two weeks.”

    “Pretty much!” She put her fork down and placed her hand on top of mine. “But the best part is having you as my friend.” She squeezed my hand. “You’re, like, one of the coolest people I know.”

    I gripped her hand. “Thanks, but I’m sure I’m not as cool as Tanya.”

    “Well, almost. One more Saturday like this and you’ll have her beat!”

    We both laughed and then I gazed into her eyes. “Seriously though, I feel the same way. It’s wonderful to have a person like you as a friend.”

    That nice moment was followed by us talking about our afternoon and all the stuff that we found – whether we bought it, or left it for a future purchase. We also kept devouring our meals. Maybe because her platter was larger, or perhaps because I ate faster than the petite girl, I finished mine first. In fact, she still had half of hers to go when my plate was clean.

    “That was yummy,” I said and then wiped my mouth.

    “Wow, I can’t believe you’re done already.” She glanced down at her tray and gave a slight frown. “I still have a lot to eat.”

    “Don’t worry about it. We’re not in any rush. You just enjoy your dinner.”

    She gave me a nod and then stabbed a piece of her chicken.

    I relaxed back into the seat, and glanced around the food court. After several minutes of people-watching, I realized that I had unconsciously pulled a foot out of one of my pumps. It occurred to me that the “freed” foot felt more comfortable than the one confined in the other shoe. With Polly engrossed in her meal, I figured she wouldn’t notice what was happening under the table. I shrugged and then kicked off my other pump.

    The feeling of fresh air on my feet was great. I moved them around and scrunched my toes. It then dawned on me that what would be even better would be to prop them up. But that would mean setting them on the seat next to my student. There was enough extra room aside of her, no doubt. However, I would be practically inviting her to indulge in her fetish. I didn’t want to do that, did I?

    In a brief battle of conscience versus craving, my conscience didn’t even make it through the first round. While Polly kept nibbling away, I lifted a stocking foot from the floor and placed it on the opposite seat – directly between the young woman and the partition wall. Before she could react, I did the same with my other foot.

    There was a smile on my face as I stretched my arms and flexed my feet. For an instant, I was simply enjoying the moment. That’s when I saw Polly peek at my feet, and then stare at me as if I was from outer space.

    “W-what are you doing, A-amber?”

    “Oh, I needed to stretch out a little. I, um, hope you don’t mind.”

    She began to blush. “No, I mean, it’s, it’s fine.”

    “Are you sure?” I noticed her glancing at my feet again, and I wiggled my toes. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

    “Y-yeah, I-I’m sure.” Her face was now beet red, and her eyes were the size of saucers.

    “Okay, great. I’ll just relax and let my feet air out while you finish your meal.”

    She gave me a nervous smile and resumed picking at her food. If I thought she was slow before, this was a whole new level of sluggishness. She was down to taking one bite per minute, at most. Much of the time she was alternating her stare between the smirk on my face, and my smelly stocking feet – which I continued to bend and flex in order to attract her attention.

    A surge of wickedness had come over me that I was unable to fight. My naughty desires had silenced the part of my mind that would have normally prevented me from doing this type of thing. That part should have been screaming at me to stop teasing the poor girl with something I told her she couldn’t have. It should have been shouting at me not to renege on our earlier agreement.

    Instead, I was being loudly controlled by an overwhelming lust that wanted nothing more than to torment the cute, embarrassed girl into pampering my feet. The more anxiety and confusion that showed on her face, the more the devious side of my brain pushed me to ramp up the foot mischief.

    Once she had swallowed the last morsel from her plate and put down her fork, I brushed my toes against her side. I noticed a slight shiver as she wiped her hands on a napkin.

    I folded my arms and smiled at her. “Now that you’re all done, how about giving me one of your soothing foot rubs? I’ve been walking around in heels all day, and it would feel so amazing if you could do that for me.”

    Her jaw dropped and her face went pale. It was clear that my question shocked her, and she didn’t know how to answer. After a few moments of silence, I tapped her thigh with my foot.

    “What are you waiting for? I know how much you like my feet.” I bent forward and spoke in a whisper. “And they like you, too.” I leaned back, raised my eyebrows, and nodded toward my feet.

    She gasped, and her eyes went wider than ever. “But, but, y-you said you d-didn’t want me t-to…”

    “Forget what I said, Polly. I want those soft little hands of yours on my”


    I suppressed a giggle as I saw her gaze shift throughout the food court. “Don’t worry, nobody is watching. Just focus on my feet.”

    With an enormous sigh, she slowly started moving her hands toward my feet. After what felt like forever, she placed both of them on my right foot. I waited, but she seemed in no hurry to begin the massage.

    “Go on. I want the expert treatment you gave me last Saturday.”

    She closed her eyes for a few seconds, took another deep breath, and began to knead my sole with her thumbs. The sensation was marvelous, and I purred with delight. The sounds I made attracted Polly’s attention, and she peered into my eyes.

    My stare must have disconcerted her because she gulped and tightly gripped my foot. She then resumed the massage, but maintained eye contact with me. Before too long the expression on her face changed so that it matched what I was feeling inside.

    We had both become caught up in our wanton desires. She was now rubbing my foot with incredible passion, oblivious to anything else around her. I was fully immersed in her fantastic ministrations, which were causing me to let out soft moans of pleasure.

    Her hands glided up and down my foot as she worked her magic on my heel, sole, and toes. Her gaze never left mine, even when I thrust my other foot into her hands. She started massaging my left foot, and my eyes narrowed with lust. Fuck, this was the most surreal experience I had ever been a part of. As amazing as she was, even Violet had never made me feel like this!

    There was a growing wet spot in my panties and my pussy was throbbing. I wanted nothing more than to reach down and satiate myself. All it would have taken was one touch. I was oh so close. I tried pushing my thigh muscles together, but this only added to my arousal. I clenched my hands into fists and my breathing became labored. The combination of Polly’s divine fingers and my inability to achieve climax had simultaneously transported me to heaven and hell.

    And I could tell that the girl pampering my foot was going through a similar predicament. She was taking short, ragged breaths and letting out occasional groans of frustration. The whole scene was maddeningly delicious, and I almost chuckled at the thought of what it looked like to anyone who might have been watching us.

    Just at that moment, I heard the sound of laughter. It sounded close – too close for comfort. I saw a look of fright on Polly’s face and I immediately pulled my feet from her grasp. While scanning the area, I fumbled around but soon found my shoes and slipped them on. It didn’t appear that anyone had noticed what we were doing, as nobody was looking in our direction. However, my heart was beating out of my chest.

    “Did, did anyone see us?” She was trembling, and appeared to be on the verge of a panic attack.

    I took a deep breath to try and calm myself. “I don’t think so. But, um, I think we better go.”

    She gave me several quick nods and grabbed her bags. We were up from the booth and out of the food court in no time. When we arrived at my car a minute later, she didn’t even want to put her bags in the trunk. She plopped down in the passenger seat and set her new purchases on the floor. Within moments, we were buckled in and headed toward the main road.

    Typically whenever it was warm and wasn’t raining, I would press the button to open up the convertible. However, I knew I needed to speak with the young woman sitting next to me about what had just happened. And I couldn’t do that with the top down.

    The problem was – I had no idea how to explain my actions. I glanced over at Polly, and she was looking straight ahead. I had the feeling that she didn’t know what to say either. But then, it wasn’t her responsibility to initiate this conversation. It was mine. I was the one who had placed my feet on the seat next to her. It was me who asked for a foot massage. Heck, I practically forced her to do it. And then I was the first to make pleasurable noises. Everything that went on in that booth had been my fault.

    For a short while, neither of us said a word. I thought about what compelled me to behave like I did. Why had I enticed this girl with my feet, and then commanded her to pamper them – without having a discussion about it beforehand? Why had I allowed my lewd fantasies to overcome all reason and logic? Why wasn’t I able to control myself? What the hell was wrong with me?

    These questions all had the same answer. I simply couldn’t resist trying to seduce the lovely young woman who had accompanied me all afternoon. She had been featured in every one of my lurid dreams and visions in recent days. Having her right in front of me during dinner, looking as beautiful as ever, destroyed my willpower. I needed to feel her hands on my feet at that very moment.

    As I merged onto the causeway, I came to the conclusion that I had to be straightforward with her. She was no doubt confused by my earlier advances, and I wanted to explain myself. Also, I had to put an end to the awkwardness between us.

    I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. “Um, Polly?” I waited a few seconds, but she didn’t reply. “We need to talk about what happened back at the food court.”

    Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her shoot me a look of contempt. But she remained silent.

    “Look, I know you’re upset with me. I, I acted like…well, not like myself. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot the way I did.” I turned my head toward her briefly. “I’m really sorry.”

    There was an extended pause. At first, I wasn’t sure how she would respond. However, the longer it went on, the more my mind was convinced she would lash out at me. And after what I had put her through, I was preparing for her wrath.

    Eventually, she let out a heavy sigh. “But why? Why did you do that to me? I mean, you kept telling me that you could be fired and, and that I would get in big trouble if we did stuff like that. I just...I don’t understand.”

    “I, I don’t know. It was like…a strange part of my brain took over…and turned me into some kind of foot temptress. And I couldn’t stop it.”

    I caught sight of her puzzled expression.

    “What do you mean? I still don’t get it.”

    It was obvious that I needed to tell her everything. Otherwise I would have sounded like a complete idiot. Of course, she might have felt that way about me regardless. But I wanted her to know where all of this was coming from.

    “So, obviously you remember what we discussed the other day.”


    “And that the idea of you rubbing and sniffing my feet turns me on.”

    “Uh huh.”

    “Well, since we had that talk…it’s pretty much all I could think about.”

    “It, it is?”

    “Yes. I, I keep picturing you at my feet, like, constantly. You even show up in my dreams.”


    “Really.” I took another deep breath. “I mean, I know what I said about teachers and students not getting intimate. And it makes perfect sense. But whenever I see you...I just can’t help myself. I so badly want you to pamper my feet.”

    “You, you do?”

    I peeked in her direction and saw she was biting her lower lip. She had clearly become quite excited by the things I was saying.

    “I do. And after spending most of the day with you in that pretty outfit, and that adorable hairdo, and cute makeup...I finally gave in to my desires.”

    Polly was quiet for several moments. I figured she was processing the words I had said to her. I glanced at her and saw a smile form on her face.

    “Does that mean that I can, you know...”

    “Yeah, I think it does.”

    “Wow, that’s…awesome.”

    “I agree.” I reached out and took Polly’s hand. “And let me just say, that foot rub you gave me at the food court was…incredible!”

    “It was…pretty amazing for me too. It’s just...”

    “Is something wrong, Polly?”

    “Well, I would rather not do it in public.”

    I chuckled. “What, you didn’t find that...exciting?”

    “Sort of. I mean, I kinda didn’t want anyone to see us. That’s all.”

    “But who do we know that would have seen us? It’s, like, more than forty minutes from school. And besides, you were on one side of my feet and the wall was on the other. Someone would’ve needed x-ray vision to find out what was happening.”

    Both of us laughed and then she gripped my hand. “You’re right, Amber. I guess I’m just a little paranoid.”

    “It’s fine. I understand. I’ll try not to put you in that type of situation again. Okay?”


    “So, um, I was wondering…while you were massaging my feet, could you smell them?”

    I heard her sigh with pleasure. “Oh yes.”

    “And I take it you enjoyed the scent?”


    I giggled and shook my head. “Yeah, I know my feet sweat a lot. When I kick off my shoes at the end of the day, the stench is quite powerful. I mean, I’m pretty much used to it so it doesn’t bother me too much anymore. But it’s weird to think that someone actually...likes it.”

    “Oh my God, I love it. It’s, like, I can’t even explain it. I know it should be gross, but to me it’s...heavenly!”

    “Heavenly?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

    She shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t make sense unless you have a foot fetish.”

    “Well, yeah…but don’t get me wrong, Polly. Even though I don’t understand it, I think it’s wonderful that you appreciate my foot odor.”

    “You mean, you’ll let me, um, smell them too?”

    “Of course! In fact...”

    I glanced at my rearview mirror to see that the nearest vehicle was rather far in back of us. And I wasn’t very close to the nearest car in front of us either. With that in mind, I was able to slip off both of my high-heeled shoes and quickly grab them in one hand while only slowing down for a moment. I then set them on Polly’s lap and smiled at her.

    “…you can borrow these for the rest of the ride home. Go on, indulge yourself in the aroma. I can drive without shoes.”

    The sound of heavy breathing made me glance in her direction. She had placed her hands on my shoes, and was looking at them as if they were the most precious items in the world. Her delicate treatment of my well-worn pumps made me giggle.

    “And just to let you know, I’ve had those heels for over a year and I wear them rather often. I’m sure they’ve collected a nice amount of...stink.”

    She let out a moan, and I peered over to see a trembling hand raise one of my shoes toward her face. The next time I glanced in her direction, the opening of the pump was being fixed over her nose.

    I couldn’t resist spicing it up. “That’s it, Polly. Take a long, deep sniff.”

    Just as I had commanded, she took perhaps the most enormous sniff I had ever witnessed. Her entire body shivered, and then she inhaled strongly through her nose again. And then again!

    At first, I giggled after each massive intake of air. I still thought it was bizarre that this girl would be so eager to experience heavy doses of my rancid foot odor. But as this went on, my feelings shifted from amusement to arousal as I could tell she had become fully enraptured in a world of my shoe stench. She was writhing in her seat, and emitting lustful moans between breaths. It was getting increasingly difficult for me to focus on the road, with the pornographic scene taking place right next to me.

    By the time she pulled my shoe away from her face, I realized I was barely going half the speed limit and the car behind me was on my bumper. I blinked myself out of my trance and sped up. I then glanced at Polly. Her entire body was trembling, her face was bright red, and she had a lascivious grin on it. She let out a sigh and looked toward me.

    I shook my head and chuckled. “So, um, was that good for you?”

    “Uh huh,” she said in a breathy whisper.

    “Did you, um...”

    She purred with delight. “Almost.”

    “Almost, eh?” I reached across and picked up my other shoe from her lap. “Well, you still have another one of my pumps to smell.”

    I saw her eyes go wide as I held it close to her face. “Go on, put your nose in there like a good girl.”

    She shuddered, and then slowly leaned forward until her face was buried in the opening of my pump. I held the shoe firm and she took a gigantic sniff. Not only could I hear it, but I could feel the vibrations it sent through my entire arm.

    As I continued to press the shoe into my student’s face, she took lungful after lungful of my foul foot smell. It wasn’t long before she was once again squirming in the throes of passion and making loud gasping noises. This was turning me on tremendously and my panties were soon soaking wet.

    My own carnal sounds began to intermingle with hers, and it wasn’t long before she seemed to be on the brink of orgasm.

    I pushed my pump harder into her face and spoke in a seductive voice. “That’s right, cum for me Polly. Cum from my shoe stink.”

    Not a moment later, she clasped the pump with both hands and screamed into my shoe as she climaxed. I removed my hand, but she held my footwear firmly over her nose as she sank back into the seat in post-orgasmic bliss. The entire scene had been so arousing to me that I was on the verge of my own release. Just as I started to reach between my legs to put out the raging inferno in my loins, a blaring horn jolted me from my reverie.

    Shit, I had veered into oncoming traffic and almost crashed into a tanker truck! Thank God I managed to swerve back into my lane in the nick of time!

    “Crap, that was close!” My hands gripped the wheel tighter, and I glanced at Polly. “Are, are you okay?”

    It appeared she hadn’t even noticed my near-collision, as she was just removing my pump from her face with her eyes closed and a satisfied grin on her lips.

    “Mmmm, I’m...wonderful.”

    I raised my eyebrows and chuckled. “Yeah, you look pretty...fulfilled.”

    She giggled and placed a hand on my arm. “Thank you, Miss, I mean, Amber. That was...beyond incredible.”

    “You’re welcome,” I said with a smile. “You really seemed to be excited. Did my heels do that much for you?”

    “Oh yeah!” She placed one hand on each of my pumps and held them up. “These shoes are amazing!”

    “Wow.” I shook my head again. “It’s totally wild that you love my foot stink so much.”

    “I really do.” She lifted my shoes up to her chin and inhaled deeply through her nose. “It’s like, the best smell ever.”

    “Well, if it’s truly the best smell ever, then you should definitely hang onto my pumps until we get to your house.” I gave her a wicked smirk and she returned a sheepish grin.

    “Okay, I mean, if you insist.”

    “I most certainly do. And make sure you sniff out all of that stench, like a good girl.”

    Her smile went wider. “Yes Miss, I will.”

    I laughed at her response. “Great.” I then gave her a brief but serious look. “I’ll be checking on you pretty often, so that nose better be inside a shoe at all times.”

    She nodded and quickly buried her face in one of my pumps. I giggled and returned my focus to the road in front of me.

    For the next half hour, the only sounds being made inside my car were from the foot loving girl in the passenger seat. Her deep sniffs were often followed by gentle moans. Each time I peeked at her, I noticed that her eyes were closed and her smile was one of pure lust. Seeing and hearing this put me back into a state of sexual frustration. I knew I needed to concentrate on my driving, but all I wanted to do was rub my pussy like a mad woman!

    When we eventually arrived at her street, I was more desperate to cum than at any time I could recall. As we approached her house, I saw that both of her parents’ cars were in the driveway. I sighed, realizing that I would need to delay gratification until I got home.

    “Polly,” I said as I tapped her arm, “we’re here.”

    Her eyes flickered open and she gazed at me. I tilted my head toward her house and she noticed where we were. She hurriedly pulled my pump from her face and threw the pair onto the floor. She then sat up straight and checked herself in the vanity mirror.

    “Do you think they saw me...with, with your shoe?”

    “I’m sure they didn’t.” I shifted into park and smiled at her. “Now if you don’t mind, can you give me my heels?”

    “Oh, um, yeah.” She bent down, picked them up, and handed them to me.

    “Thank you.” I slipped them onto my feet and took hold of her hand. “We had a lot of fun today, didn’t we?”

    She smiled and squeezed my hand. “It of the best days of my life.”

    I returned her smile. “Mine too.”

    As I gazed into her yearning eyes, I was convinced that she was expecting a kiss. Perhaps I was misreading her, but I had seen this look before and it had always been followed by lips locking and tongues intertwining.

    Our stare lingered while I considered my feelings for this girl. Yes, I liked her as a friend. And yes, I thought she was quite attractive. And furthermore, I enjoyed her attentions to my feet. But was there more? Did I want there to be more?

    After pondering this for a minute, I decided that it was best to keep romance out of our relationship – at least for the time being. What we were doing was already complicated enough. If we allowed our hearts to get involved, we would be putting everything at stake. Were either of us prepared for the potential fallout of a breakup, knowing I would still have to be her teacher and she would still have to be my student?

    I let out a sigh and patted her cheek. “I think you better go inside...I mean, just in case they peek out the window and wonder what we’re up to.”

    “Right,” she said with a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

    An idea then occurred to me. “Hey, um, maybe you could meet me after school on Monday. If you want to, of course.”

    A huge grin appeared on her face. “Y-yeah, definitely.”

    “Great, then you can come to my office. Do you know where that is?”

    She nodded.

    “Okay, then I’ll see you there after seventh period.” A few moments later, she cocked her head as if she had a concern. “And before you ask, yes I’ll drive you home.”

    “Cool,” she said with a giggle. “I can’t wait.”

    “Me either.”

    I then heard a noise coming from the front of the house, and I peered over to see Stephanie walking towards us. Polly and I exchanged a knowing glance, unbuckled our seatbelts, and stepped out of my car.

    “Hey girls!” Steph waved as she approached, and I waved back. “So how did it go?” She looked at her daughter. “Did you buy more new outfits?”

    “Yeah, and I got some awesome deals.”

    “That’s great, dear.” She shifted her gaze toward me, then back to Polly. “Did you eat dinner yet?”

    “We did, mom. And it wasn’t all cotton candy and funnel cake either!” The young woman chuckled, causing me and her mom to laugh.

    “I believe you. Plus, Amber doesn’t look like someone who eats a lot of junk food.”

    “That’s true, I don’t. Although if I had access to that delicious apple cake of yours, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

    She gave me a warm smile. “Oh, that’s right. Polly told me you tried some last week when you were here.”

    “I did, and it was the best dessert I’ve ever had.”


    “Oh my gosh, Steph. It’s fantastic! You could make a killing if you started selling it.”

    Her eyes went wide and she chuckled. “Wow, I’m so flattered. I mean, my family and friends like it and Polly is always telling me I should open up a store to sell my baked goods.”

    “You should!” I said while nodding.

    “Maybe I will someday. But for now, I’m just happy people enjoy eating the things that I love making.”

    “Well, I for one definitely do.”

    “Thank you, Amber.” Her expression changed to one of resignation. “I wish I could offer you something now, but there’s no more apple cake and I haven’t baked anything else since.”

    I stepped toward her and put a hand on her arm. “Don’t worry about it. I can’t stay anyway. I need to be getting home.”

    She nodded. “Oh, okay. That’s fine. Maybe next time we can sit and chat for a while.”

    “Absolutely!” I patted Steph’s arm and then turned to face Polly. “Oh, before I you need help bringing your bags into the house?”

    It appeared she was contemplating this for a moment, but then Steph spoke up. “I think we can handle it.”

    Polly gave her mother a sideways glance and chuckled. “I don’t know, mom. I bought a lot of stuff!”

    “Well, let me see what you have.”

    We walked toward the trunk and I popped it open. Steph peered in and shook her head in amazement.

    “My gosh! Where did you get the money to buy all that?”

    The petite girl rolled her eyes. “First of all, mom, it’s not all mine. And secondly, most of it was on sale for like, really cheap.”

    “Oh, alright. So then which ones are yours?”

    As Polly pointed them out, her mother gathered them up. Once Steph had all of her daughter’s purchases in her hands, I closed the trunk.

    She briefly held the bags aloft and looked at Polly. “Is this everything?”

    “Um, well, there’s a couple bags of shoes in the front. But I’ll get them.”

    Steph rolled her eyes and smiled. “That’s fine, dear. I’ll bring these in and you can say goodbye to your teacher.” She then looked at me. “Thank you so much for helping my daughter. I hope to see you again soon.”

    “You’re welcome, Steph. And I look forward to seeing you soon as well.”

    “Good night, Amber.”

    “Good night.”

    Steph walked onto the front porch and into her house. I then cast a wicked smirk at Polly as I approached her. She played along with my little game by giving me a guilty expression and slinking down a bit.

    Once I was next to her, I bent down and spoke softly into her ear. “So my little foot girl, do you like it when I tell you to rub or smell my feet? Does it get you all worked up when I force you to sniff my stinky shoes?”

    She trembled and closed her eyes. “Yes, Miss.”

    “Good girl. And you must always obey me, or I’ll have to punish you.”

    Her breathing intensified, and she nodded furiously.

    “Mmmm, but the rewards for doing as I command are oh so sweet.” I saw her smile and shiver with anticipation. “I might even let you...suck my toes.”

    Her eyes flew open and she stared at me as if I had told her she just won the lottery. “Oh yes, Miss. I would love that so much.”

    I giggled and placed my hand on her shoulder. “I’ll think about it for next time, but only if you’re a really good girl for me. You will be, right?”

    “Yes, I’ll be good, Miss. Soooo good.”

    At that point, I couldn’t hold back my laughter. Polly joined in, although I could tell she had been mesmerized by my dirty talk. Several moments later, I composed myself and smiled at her.

    “I do have to be going now. But today was amazing.”

    She let out a gentle sigh. “It was better than amazing.” She then looked into my eyes. “Thank you, Miss...I mean, Amber.”

    “You’re welcome,” I said with a chuckle. “Now we better say goodbye before your mom comes out looking for you.”

    With that, she threw her arms around me and we held each other tight. After a short while, I pulled away and rubbed her arm.

    “Take care, Polly. I’ll see you on Monday.”

    She gave me a warm smile. “Bye Amber. See ya then!” She bent down to pick up her bags of new shoes, and began heading towards her porch.

    I stood near my car and watched her. She turned her head just as she reached the front door and flashed me a grin. I waved and then she disappeared into her house.

    When I opened the driver’s side door, I noticed a bit of moisture on the leather seat. As I gazed toward where Polly had been, I saw the same thing. I shook my head at the realization that both of our pussies had leaked through our panties during our kinky drive back from the mainland.

    Opening my purse, I found a tissue and wiped off the evidence of our indiscretion. Not a minute later, I was buckled in and well on my way to my apartment. There was an aching need between my legs that was begging to be satisfied!

    Fifteen minutes later, I was lying on my sofa recovering from a magnificent orgasm. The events of the previous few hours had piqued my arousal to heights that I never knew were possible. It had taken mere seconds once I was inside the front door to push myself over the edge. And that climactic moment was so powerful that I almost passed out.

    While continuing to bask in the overglow, I thought about what had occurred between me and my student. What we did was wrong on many levels, and I should have felt plenty of regret. But as another pleasurable aftershock surged through me, I was filled with nothing but bliss. I wasn’t the least bit sorry for taking advantage of Polly with my feet. It led to several intense sexual experiences that didn’t involve removing any clothing except my shoes. How fantastically crazy was that?

    What was even more incredible was the effect the adorable girl had on me. Being with her didn’t just make me want her at my feet. I needed to command her, to dominate her. There was no question in my mind that the things she did turned me on. However, it went to a much higher level of spectacular when I told her to rub my feet and when I forced her to smell my shoe. And she loved every second of it, too!

    As my warped brain began imagining the naughty and perverted foot-related activities I could impose on Polly in the coming days, I slid two fingers into my vagina. The idea that she might be getting more from me than she bargained for soon had me on the verge of another unforgettable climax.

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    Already one of my alltime favorite stories so far, consider me as your biggest fan sir xD The Characterization you have build up till know, shows its strenght now. The relationship between Polly and Amber is so intimate and intense . . . i read a lot of stories and many of them are far dirtier. But dirty isn't always equal to quality. Teachers Pet is building up so slowly but makes my panties wet effortless ;D Thats because i can see, hear and feel your characters ~ just like a movie or tv series. I want to say "please take your time one, don't rush for the next chapter, make it good." But that would be a lie. . . . "please don't let us wait too long" is the truth what i feel inside now, sorry *laughs*. Cant't wait, as always xD
    You Wanna Be My Bitch? SMELL MY FEET! *Ooohohohohohoho*

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    This is absolutely amazing writing! Now I know why your membership name is OneAuthor!

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    Thank you so much for the wonderful comments, Natsuko and FootTimes. It means a lot that two legends of this board are pleased with my story.

    The next chapter will cover Monday: the first day back at school after that whirlwind Saturday. It will probably take two to three weeks for me to write it. I hope that is no too long for you to wait.

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    This really is a fantastic chapter! The conversations are natural without being overbearing and the character descriptions are perfect. I loved reading it day-to-day on chat! Keep it up!
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    Thanks for the kind feedback, sacurason. It's very motivating to me to know that a number of people are reading and enjoying what I am putting out there. Oh, and of course having the awesome folks such as yourself in chat to indulge me while I work on the story (and offer terrific comments) is fantastic!

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    Oh here we go now we're getting to the good shit (the buildup was really good btw). Can't wait to see what sort of evil Amber has in store for Polly. 😈
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    One, this seriously was one of the best stories I've read. You've awaken my passion for foot stories again. I doubted wheter I wanted to read this story in the beginning, but it was totally worth it. I can't wait for the next part, excellent work buddy!

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