High School of the Dead Feet

Under the intoxicating influence of Shizuka’s pheromones, there was no holding back. You focused onto the foot of your benefactor, as her curvy toes grappled the rubbery composite of the accelerator. The peachy complexion of her sole was startlingly erotic, pushing you straight into the final stage of your attack. Your mind went blank as you extended your tongue, allowing it to roll over the back of her heel. A jolt of surprise ran through Shizuka, as she released an endured squeal in response to your actions. Her voice was audibly muffled, as she tried to conceal this affair from the other occupants of this bus. She must have understood by now that your previous offense was no hapless accident.

However, this secrecy did not deter you from your desires. Your tongue actively sought out the area where her feminine musk was most accessible – a search which soon brought you to the curve of her heel. With but a single taste, you could tell that the flavor of her foot was very potent in this region. Your tongue explored every available bend along her heel, savoring the very essence of her foot. Under considerable strain from the pleasure you were experiencing, your sense of reason began to collapse.

Against the tide of her numerous, gentle squeals, your savior couldn’t help but state the unfortunate nature of her decision to draft someone with a foot fetish to retrieve her footwear. “Oh gosh, of all the times to discover you like my feet…” She muttered, enduring the sensations wrought by your moist, frolicking tongue. While Shizuka was quick to diagnose the truth behind your actions, that wasn’t the only reason you chose to do this. Hidden beneath your lust, you sought to express your thankfulness to Shizuka in the most intimate fashion possible. In this vein, your actions were suddenly very fitting, although your lust crippled any shred of wisdom you once held. You hoped that your benefactor could see through this drawback, as you transparently expressed these muddled emotions.

Your oral barrage continued with an endless stream of slow, luscious laps. Her skin was soft and inviting, and the potency of her flavor graciously lured you across the crest of her heel. Exploring the curvaceous bottom of her heel, you noticed a gradual change in flavor. Here, the presence of her fruity body wash was weathered by the full extent of her sweaty pheromones. All of this was occurring in the one place you had yet to explore – her sole. The warmth welling up in your body was almost as intense as your rapid heartbeat, as you pushed onward in an attempt to find this pure flavor. You slid your tongue across her heel, savoring the precious moments your taste buds spent ravishing her smooth, calloused skin. This, however, was nothing but a taste. You craned your neck, struggling to reach the softer, more delicate skin of her arch. The tip of your tongue flailed around, merely tickling the sensitive heel of your benefactor in its response to your efforts. From this inconvenient position, you couldn’t reach her sole.

But the fight wasn’t over yet. You jammed yourself between the accelerator and her foot, providing just enough room for the tip of your tongue to glance the tender sole you had been longing for. While it offered just a sample, the rich, untainted flavor you discovered was thrilling. What you didn’t realize was that Shizuka was sharing in this moment, trying to cope with the effects of the sustained battle taking place upon her sensitive heel. Your tongue, constantly grazing her delicate skin, was practically torture. Her leg shivered with inaction, as she forced herself to wade through the trying sensations and maintain control of the accelerator. However, Shizuka was approaching her limit. Within the following seconds, you heard your benefactor release a loud, prolonged moan. Although this could potentially alert the rest of the bus to your presence, another worry introduced itself in the form of screeching rubber. This deafening noise filled your ears, as the inertia from a sudden turn threw your head straight into one of the interior walls beneath the dashboard. The tremor from this blow traveled through your both, ejecting the slipper that you had conveniently forgotten was still in your grasp. Through this awakening bout of pain, you were roused from your pleasurable trance. This was going to be difficult to explain.

Amidst the struggle to regain your senses, a voice rang out from above. “What the hell was that?!” This was the voice of the male teacher, who angrily demanded to know why Shizuka had so suddenly jostled the direction of the bus. As the cause for this situation, you didn’t want to get your benefactor into any trouble with the rest of the group. You attempted to reveal yourself, only to be kept into seclusion by the outstretched palm of your benefactor. “Sorry! There was something in the road…!” Despite being very obviously exhausted, Shizuka covered for you. The conversation devolved into a long pause, almost as if the other teacher was contemplating something. The silence was dreadful, as each second passed under the threatening gaze of this outsider. “Don’t be afraid to hit that ‘something’, next time.” The teacher scoffed at Shizuka, returning to his place at the back of the bus.

After waiting a moment to ensure the privacy of your activities, you emerged from the depths beneath the dashboard. Amidst the dangerous situation that almost transpired, no one had noticed your missing presence. Unfortunately, it wasn’t over. Shizuka deserved an explanation. Although you turned to face your benefactor, nothing came out of your mouth. After so obviously taking advantage of your benefactor, it felt impossible to face the woman who saved your life, let alone explain your sudden infatuation with her feet. You were afraid to proceed, knowing your relationship with Shizuka could end from this simple debacle.

“I-I’m… I’m so sorry.” Even with all of the shame that wracked your mind, you refused to make her wait any longer. “Please, can you ever hope to forgive – mppphh?” Your sincere words with promptly ended by Shizuka, as she brought a finger to your mouth. Could it be that she understood the problem, and could someone sympathize with your situation? Or perhaps she had no intention to listen to your apologies, and was contemplating throwing you off the school bus right now?

The answer became clear as soon as you noticed the corners of her mouth rise, forming a cute grin. “Don’t worry; in the end, you did manage to free the slipper.” Still out of breath from your encounter with her feet, Shizuka wiggled her slippered foot beneath the dashboard. At least you were able to complete your objective, but she was surprisingly carefree about this. Before you could ask anything, Shizuka anticipated your question. “Next time, don’t do it that when I’m driving.” Shizuka dumbfounded you with this demand. She tilted her head, with the same cute grin plastered upon her face. There was no chance of maintaining your composure in front of her right now. “…U-Uh, yeah… of course.” You muttered a response of approval, and then awkwardly stumbled back to your seat.

Plopping yourself down onto the rubbery seat, you stared straight into space. Adrift in a sea of confusion, all you could do was contemplate what just occurred. Her words seemed to indicate that Shizuka understood what happened to you. Even more so, she seemed accepting of your actions. Perhaps, you wondered, would it truly be possible to romance this woman known as Shizuka Marikawa?

You knew the answer never changed – of course, it was still no.

Shizuka was a grown woman, and you were nothing but a kid still in high school. Although these labels meant little in a post-apocalyptic world, you knew there was never a chance for a romance with her. However, following this encounter, you discovered an alternative. The lines between love and lust were blurring, and Shizuka was showing herself to be an even bigger fan of the latter. It seemed foolish, building a relationship on the shaky foundations of lustful activities, but there was no other choice. You wanted to protect Shizuka from this world – a world that would take advantage of her compassion – but her feet were an aphrodisiac to you. It would only be a matter of time before you fell into this situation again.

You let out a great sigh, leaning back against the window. It was difficult to see the future of such an exceptional relationship. Would it be based solely on sexual activity, or would there be any vague semblance of romance intertwined? Would Shizuka even agree to such a future, if she knew the repercussions if others witnessed the relationship? Was it even be worth it? All of these questions plagued your mind, but like before, the answer never changed – you would do whatever it takes for a chance to be with Shizuka.