this piece was commissioned by /u/Wumbo123. had to change some names – sorry for the title mix up.
When I was a kid, my next door neighbor, Julia, spent most summer days at my house. Her parents were religious and strict and required her to wear long clothing, even in the summer. As a result, she couldn’t go to the pool like everyone else. And I loathed the heat, so the pool was the last place I wanted to be.
So, Julia would come over and we’d spend our days indoors. In my room. On the bedroom floor, reading magazines, listening to music. We were maybe twelve years old. Every time she came over, the first thing she did was take her shoes off. You’d think I’d fantasize about the rest of her body—the stuff that was off limit. But instead, I focused on her feet. I looked forward to everything about her arrival. How she’d sit on the floor. How she’d toss her long brown hair back and sigh with relief as she took off her shoes. Even the smallest thing—like taking off her shoes—was so freeing for her. I couldn’t help but get aroused. I couldn’t help but focus on her feet. Sexualize them, even.