I'm not speaking for everyone my age, but I couldn't help but feel a little ashamed and a little awkward going back into college at the age of 26. Persuaded by my friend Jolene, I enrolled in two year program related to audio engineering. I had struggled for a year saving enough money to go down to part-time at my landscaping job, and move back in with my parents. My mom was thrilled about that, at least.

Jolene had picked her classes so most of them would line up with mine. I welcomed the company, because I didn't think I'd be able to make friends with the late-teens early 20s crowd as easily. Jolene had been a good friend for about three years. She opted to be my "wingwoman," as she was going six years strong in a relationship with her girlfriend, Francesca.

We both quietly ushered ourselves into our first ever class of the year. It seemed like most of the class, roughly 40 people, had already begun the obligatory introductions to each other. Most were forming cliques quite fast. A wall was to my right, and Jolene to my left; I didn't have the room to introduce myself to anyone organically. I stared at the empty seat in front of me, while Jolene attempted to socialize with the new students to her left.

The empty seat was filled by a girl I could best describe as clumsy, but strikingly beautiful. She quietly set her bag down and haphazardly got her notes out. She sported a black and white sleeveless blouse on top, with a pencil skirt and sheer stockings. She periodically tucked her shag, ash blonde hair behind her ears. I could see she also had a few tattoos on her forearms as well.

I'd been zoning out at her longer than I had thought when Jolene gave me a light slap on the shoulder that genuinely startled me.

Jolene whispered in my ear "Good God, Eddie, that's your type isn't it?"

I waved an embarrassed hand at her, worried the embodiment of beauty in front of me would hear. Jolene giggled and got her books out. I followed suit, mostly running on auto-pilot.

Come on, man. You gave up a lot to be back in school. Don't fuck it up by ogling the first beautiful girl you lay eyes on, I thought to myself. Besides, what about Tori? You can focus on failing to win her heart instead, you loser!

The next half hour was a blur until a blue acrylic nail tapped my desk. The front of my desk. It was her.

"Sorry, I, uh...do you have an eraser?" I heard her ask me in a hushed tone. It felt like a jolt had brought my body back to the land of the living. My eyes immediately shot upwards and I got a better look at her face.

She had a sculpted face made from Aphrodite herself. Her round glasses, and slightly long bangs didn't hinder her beauty but elevated it. If I were to guess I'd say she was between my age and at least 20. She smiled awkwardly at me, making me do the same.

"Yes he does," Jolene blurted, almost getting the professor's attention. He didn't stop his lecture but I felt his old, exhausted gaze close in on my corner of the room. I glanced at Jolene then back at the girl facing me.

"Yeah I do," I replied, quietly digging through my bag. "Sorry, one sec here."

"I'm in no rush," she assured me. "I appreciate it."

I dug out a fresh eraser, so fresh it didn't even have the wrapping taken off. I slowly handed it off to her. She did a tiny little applause as I handed her the eraser. She grabbed it, eagerly.

"Thanks, I know a lot of people use pens nowadays instead but you saved my ass," she cooed.

Holy shit, she's kind of weird, I thought to myself. Wait or would quirky be the better term?

"What was your name?" she asked me, extending her arm for a handshake. I could basically feel Jolene's eager breath on my neck. I didn't even need to look her way to know the ear-to-ear grin she was giving off. Not the most subtle of a wingwoman, I guess.

"Eddie," I said, accepting the handshake. Her hands were kind of cold.

"You have warm hands, Eddie," she purred before turning back in her seat, wafting a scent of perfume I could've inhaled all day. The blood from my outstretched arm shot down between my legs from that statement alone. I heard Jolene tapping away at her phone, periodically glancing at me. I checked my phone a few seconds later.

Why didn't you ask for her name, dumbass? She texted me.

Fuck, she intimidated me before I could even ask for hers, I replied.

Don't be such a wimp, man. You gotta be bold to get these results. Stop being so intimidated, all girls poop, remember?

I rolled my eyes at how correct Jolene was. The rest of the class was pretty uneventful. I fantasized about this mystery girl turning and talking to me. Letting me see her face again was more than enough for my perpetually single self. She didn't interact with anyone else, there was even a conventionally attractive dude sitting next to her. Yet, nothing was said. I checked the clock next to me, class was over in five. I felt my phone vibrate again.

Ask for her number at the end of class, or at least ask for her name, Jolene had texted me.

I'm too nervous for this shit, I replied. I watched her read my message and shake her head in disapproval.

"Dismissed," I heard the professor call out in a droning tone. I reviewed all my notes I had taken at a fast pace when I felt an eraser hit me in the face. It was from her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said, wiping my cheek where the eraser had tapped me. I froze. If this is what Medusa's victims felt like when turning to stone, then I wouldn't consider myself a "victim" of her beauty. She finished packing up her bag and gave me a coy wave on her way out. I zoned out once more for a good thirty seconds. I felt Jolene slap the back of my neck a little too hard, snapping me out of my daze.

"You fucking did it!" she said triumphantly. "I've got no clue as to how, but she's definitely interested in you, Eddie!" She pointed to the eraser, which had a phone number written on the side, and on the other side was a name I would never forget:

Vivienne.

The thoughts of her swarmed my mind like a hive filled with bees on cocaine. It had been a very long time since I had a relationship, let alone a date. I thought about that name, Vivienne, throughout all of my second class. Jolene didn’t give me shit for it, either. I think she was still stunned I didn’t have to make the first move. I managed to do another round of auto-pilot note taking for that class.

“You got any more classes today?” Jolene asked me. 

“Yeah, one more in half an hour,” I said, copying Vivienne’s number into my phone. 

“You gonna text her?” she asked, walking away.

I paused, noticing her leaving. “You’re done for the day?”

“Gotta pick up my sister from work. You know how it is.”

“Well tell Tori I say hi,” I said meekly. 

Jolene rolled her eyes. “You can always message her, too. You gotta have her Instagram by now.”

I left her to her devices and found a place to eat. I eyed my phone while scarfing my Korean BBQ down. I had texted Vivienne the normal pleasantries, but got no reply back. I wanted to chalk it up to her being busy, but my insecurities and general excitement had me pining for a message. 

Third and final class of the day came in. I sat myself down, ready to focus up. Basic introduction to recording audio had to be enough to take my mind off of my phone. Until I felt it vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked it as the professor was about to prepare her lecture.

Behind you! :)

I darted around a lot more explosively than I would’ve liked and saw Vivienne sitting behind me, gesturing to an empty seat beside her. I pulled a world record in switching seats and parked myself beside her. She was pretty quiet during class. Her eyes were gentle, but inviting. They sparkled like the finest silver jewelry you could get your hands on. Her gaze and her little giggles melted my heart and intimidated me at the same time.

I met up with Jolene the next day. My Tuesday classes being an exact repeat of Monday's minus the first of the day. Meaning I'd only see Vivienne once today.

"She wanted you to sit with her?" Jolene asked intently. I nodded. She leaned in, staring at me intensely.

"You can't fuck this up. You're like three quarters there. Look her in the eyes, with your magnificent eyes and ask her to hang out outside of class!"

"My eyes are magnificent...? Good to know," I took in the compliment. My phone buzzed, Jolene pounced at it like a leopard taking down a gazelle.

"See you before class?" Jolene read the message aloud before tightly hugging me. "That's what I'm talking about, but god damn she's doing all the work."

"I'll think of something, chill your ass out."

"There's some confidence coming out of you already!"

I took my phone back, eager to reply. I could see Jolene eager for me to reply to her.

Got half an hour between classes, meet me outside the food court :) I replied. Jolene gave me a nod of approval.

I got to the meeting spot first. I could hear the distinct sound of women’s shoes on the ground approaching closer. I glanced over to my right to see Vivienne coming my way. She was wearing a similar skirt to yesterday, except this time with a black crop top, sheer black stockings, and lace up short boots. She looked better than what most internet dwellers imagine a goth girl to be. 

“Sorry, were you waiting for very long?” she asked, sitting down next to me. She grazed her leg on mine on the way down. She lazily hung her left leg over her right knee, bouncing her well-sculpted legs right beside me. 

Can’t be seen staring at her legs or shoes too much. Why does this have to be my thing? I asked myself, feeling the blood slowly surging down there. 

We compared schedules; turns out Monday and Tuesday were our only classes together. We talked a little bit about ourselves. How she celebrated her 23rd birthday a week ago, and a week after mine. She was very much into art, apparently her roommates discounted her rent by having her churn out random paintings and portraits. She also loved photography, something else we had in common. 

“You just finished one yesterday?” I asked, my nerves leaving me alone. She nodded.

“I can show you sometime if you want,” she offered in a voice that almost sounded intimate. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah that’d be great!”

She rubbed her chin and thought took a pause, before looking me in the eyes and shooting a smile that increased my heart rate. 

“I have a bit of a proposition, actually. If you’re not too busy after class, think you’d be able to take me back to my place? I don’t live too far from campus if that helps!”

The offer stunned me like a shot to the kidney. I needed the words to come out. NOW. 

“I...I mean I don’t”

She hovered her hands over me disarmingly, “If your girlfriend isn’t cool with it I completely understand, sorry that was dumb I just got a little -”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” I blurted. We both paused for a moment. I could see her burgundy lips curl with a hint of…excitement? 

“I just don’t have the nicest car. That’s all,” I admitted.

Her hands that were initially hovering dropped onto my body, gently grabbing my shoulders. 

“I don’t care about your car, as long as it turns on,” she said playfully.

Telling her that I’m single was a good thing, fuck yeah, Eddie. You won’t be fucking this up anytime soon, I thought to myself.

At the end of classes we hiked just off campus to my beat-to-shit Acura. It was an heirloom, and I was starting to get tired of changing out parts one by one. It was like a Hydra, cutting one head off and two more sprouts. 

I opened up the door for her to get in, praying she wouldn’t notice the unvacuumed floor. 

“What a gentleman,” she purred as I got into the driver’s seat.

“You’re a kind lady, Vivienne,” I gambled on returning the energy.

She gently placed her hand on my thigh, “You know you can just call me Vivi for short.”

I went fully erect, hoping she was looking at a spot that wasn’t near my hand.  I was hoping I would be able to make a move by the end of the day. 

She wasn’t wrong. What would have been a thirty minute walk in her sexy shoes was instead a five minute drive. 

“Thank you so much for that, Eddie,” she said, giving my arm a gentle stroke. 

“All good, Vivi,” I said, straining her own nickname in acknowledgment.

“Good boy,” she said with some authority.

Good boy…oh fuck me, I thought to myself. Am I about to luck out? 

“Now for your reward, behold, my apartment!,” she playfully said as we stepped out of my shitbox and into her apartment lobby. It was a smaller apartment that had been recently renovated. It looked far too new to be part of the geriatric community it was surrounded by. 

Her suite was on the second floor. It was about as artistic and hipster as I could’ve expected. It had a lot of cozy character to it. I could be happy living here.

I took my shoes off, observing the apartment around me.

“Looks like nobody’s home. Good,” I heard her say, unlacing her boots. She let out a moan as she took her boots off and I immediately got turned on. I bent down a little longer to conceal my half-chub. 

“Sorry those shoes are so tight,” she said looking back at me. “They probably smell bad, too. Sorry.”

“I bet they smell nice,” I blurted out. Time had frozen in that moment; my racing thoughts were the only thing that could move. I said that aloud, when I'd meant to think it. What the fuck!?

I ruined it. My new crush is going to think I’m a freak who likes legs and feet. Shit.

There was a stillness in the air. 

“Jokes…” I squealed, hoping to salvage some of the tension in the air.

She stood there, her slack jaw forming…into a smile.

“You think so?” She playfully asked, a heave of flirtatious undertones supported her voice. She strutted towards me. “You wanna go for it?”

I got on my knees and lurched forward, pretending to sniff her shoes. I looked up at her, expecting her to be laughing with me. 

“I-I was kidding is all,” I stammered. “Sorry if that made you-”

She grabbed the shoe and cupped it over my nose and mouth.

“Smell,” she commanded, I was no match. I took a big inhale and my eyes damn near rolled back into my head. It smelt like home. 

“Stand up and smell it,” she said, handing me the shoe. I took a whiff of it, knowing I had to follow through. I moaned a little bit myself. Her eyes darted downwards, seeing my cock throbbing through my pants. 

“Say, I think you like the way they smell, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes locked on my privates.

“I…uh…yeah…” I said, pretending like it wasn’t the most turned on I’ve been in years. 

“I know this might be a bit forward but…I’d like to reward you more for the ride home,” she whispered in my ear. I felt a bit of confidence coming back to me. I was in.

“What did you have in mind, Vivi?” I whispered into her ear. She chuckled and grabbed me by the hand.

“It’s in here, we can look at the paintings later,” she hummed. 

I was half-expecting my clammy hands to slip from her grip. She had a stride of conviction. Were her fantasies being suppressed? 

“Here we are,” she said, swinging open the door to her room. It was a spitting image of an ADHD heavy room. Clothes on the floor, slightly messy bed, lots of posters from various pop cultures. 

“Wow, it looks kinda like mine,” I cooed. She didn’t appear to acknowledge what I said, which I would have cared less about. 

Her bed frame raised her bed fairly high off the ground. She sat at the foot of the bed, swinging her stocking-clad legs enticingly at me. Her eyes darted from my cock to my face, and my eyes were nearly hypnotized by her feet.

“I didn’t expect to find someone who…” she began, sliding her left foot up my thigh. “...I would have so much in common with, you know?” 

Her foot climbed up to my balls, then my shaft. The jolt I felt surge from my spine to my cock was invigorating. I let out a little moan, looking right at her foot. 

“It’s okay,” she assured me, sliding a finger underneath her skirt. “Feeling’s mutual.”

I chuckled a little, then she pressed down on my shaft. I felt a bit of precum shoot into my underwear.

“Wanna get on your knees?”

I nodded eagerly and collapsed on my knees in half a second. We made eye contact, her silver eyes barely visible from her dilating pupils. 

“Good boy.”

It’s so fucking hot, is this a trap?

Her foot that was previously on my privates took a playful step onto my chest. She could definitely feel my heartbeat. I could start feeling some of the warm air from her stockings touch my face. 

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, quickly raising her foot and rubbing the very tip of her toes across my mouth in one swoop. I saw her eyes again, her smile was still loving.

“Probably what just touched my face,” I said, without a stammer. 

She seems happy to do this.

“Okay, let’s get started.” she said, walking the foot back up my chest, up to my face, and slowly cupping my nose with it. “Smell.”

I complied, breathing in the heavenly odors. A weak moan escaped each inhale as I could feel my cock wagging eagerly in my pants. I heard her quiet laughter as she smeared her stockings into my face. One touch down there, and I would be a mess. 

“How kinky are you?” she asked. “Out of ten?” 

“Seven and a half,” I replied half-jokingly, still smelling the intoxicating stockings.

“My shoe size…” she purred, pulling her foot back and sliding off the stocking on her left side. 

“Open,” she said. I could barely get a response before she opened my mouth and stuffed the stocking inside. “Good boy.”

Yep, that fucking does it to me.

She waved her bare foot in my face before allowing me a whiff. The gentle touch of her sole on me was better than a kiss. Slightly warm, fairly soft. 

“Does that smell better?” she asked, giving my nose a gentle squeeze with her toes. I nodded. 

She took off the other stocking and her right foot joined in, completely covering my face with both. She smothered me for a good ten seconds. I didn’t care that it wasn’t easy to breathe, it was worth going out if I was to pass out. 

“Which foot do you like better?” she asked me. My eyes darted to the left one. She took note and wriggled those toes into my mouth to pull out the stocking, tossing it to the floor. I awaited further instructions. I could see she sported no nail polish, but her natural feet were turning me on this much? Her right foot moved right onto my cock, and she began to press on it.

The pleasure caused me to tilt my head back and I did my best to suppress a loud moan. I involuntarily opened my mouth as I smelled the foot that was still in my face. When it hovered over my head I stuck out my tongue. She giggled.

She, only once, graced my tongue with her toes. Just the slightest touch, not allowing me the full taste.

“They’ll taste better with a pedicure,” she admitted, not that I cared at the moment.

 Her right foot rubbed my cock up and down, and it didn’t take long for me to finish in my pants. I nearly yelled from the release of all the tension and pleasure. It was probably in my top three climaxes, and I didn’t even put my cock inside of her. This woman was magic.

I sat there as she withdrew her feet from my body. She stood up, ruffling my hair before offering to help me to my feet. 

“For the ride home,” she exhaled, sounding like she had just finished too. But she couldn’t have, could she? 

Two fucking days of school, and this happens. I made the right decision to go back. 

She took notice of my dazed, post-cum expression. Her expression went from kinky and dominant, to nervous.

“You…liked it, right?” She tried to get assurance from me. I shook myself back into reality. I looked at the stain in my pants, then back at her.

“I loved it,” I replied. 

She squealed in joy and gave me a huge hug. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to try that!” 

“You haven’t before?” I asked, puzzled. She handled that like a dominatrix. 

“No, never. Pretty much every guy I dated showed disgust.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious!” she playfully slapped my chest a few times. 

“Every guy you dated?”

“Yes. All two of them.” 

She’s only dated two guys? What the fuck? She’s literally a goddess in a nerdy, dream girl body!

“And do you like to do this to your friends that drive you home?” I playfully asked. She led me out of the room, and she ended up giving me a tour of the place while we carried on the conversation.

“No, just to people I’m interested in.” she explained. “You’re…well…you’re attractive. I find you attractive. That, and the first words out of your mouth weren’t about me being a ‘goth gf’ or a ‘hipster hottie’ which helped.” 

“You’ve experienced that?”

“At the clubs and raves mostly. I get that men are told to be confident but most of them mix it up with bravado and sheer horniness. There’s a line, dammit!”

I stared at her with awe. 

“Sorry, I have a habit of rambling,” she murmured. This was nothing like the dominant being that let me worship her feet. Was she bipolar or something? Either way…

I was in love. 

“Well I’m glad I could make a difference,” I said,  glancing at the clock. I was intent on not ruining my welcome by asking for seconds. 

“Say, Vivienne-”

“You can call me Vivi”

“Vivi…I REALLY want to get to know you better.”

Her smile lit up my world. “I really wanna get to know you, too, Eddie.”

You got something you’ve wanted, but that personality, that face, that sheer weirdness. It’s something you NEED. Ask her out. Now. 

“Did you…want to see each other more often?” I proposed. She looked taken aback. 

“You want to go out on a date with me!?” she blurted back. I nodded. 

“Yes. For sure!” she affirmed, squeezing me tightly. 

The rest of the hangout was relatively platonic. She’d rest her head on  my shoulder from time to time while admiring her artwork. She blew me a kiss as I left. I spent the drive back to my place replaying her feet in my face and on my cock. I rubbed my tongue all over the inside of my mouth, hoping to savor the taste of her divine feet for as long as I could.

When I got home, I made a swift charge to my room to get my pants and underwear changed, before reviewing my studies. I felt my phone vibrate and when I saw the message I nearly regretted changing:

It was a photo of Vivienne, holding up a sexy pair of black pumps.

Can’t wait for our first date. I want you to see these up close ;)