Kelsey was feeling great after the match. She and the rest of the girls clinched that victory with a few seconds left. While crediting the majority of the win to her teammates, she, like a lot of players, is superstitious when it comes to the world of sports. Ever since she stopped wearing socks in her games, her team has been on a winning streak! Hygiene and the smell of vinegar and cheese erupting from her feet was a small price to pay, and besides, it’s not like anyone was gonna get close enough to get a whiff.
Nobody would except for you that it. Meshed into the worn-down insole of her cleat by Kelsey’s massive weight. You endured the sweaty discharge of Kelsey like a sponge soaking up her grime. You never considered yourself to be a germaphobe, but the realization that another person, a giant to you at that, was sweating on you was borderline vomit-inducing. Kelsey made her way to the girls washroom and began stripping to her birthday suit to hit the showers, stashing her clothes underneath a nearby bench. From your perspective, it was like the ceiling had been removed and replaced by LED lights, steam, giggling, and loud talking, all of it sounding feminine. You quickly deduce that Kelsey brought you into the girls' locker room, every hetero-school boy’s nirvana. But then you notice something troubling, with her foot removed, you couldn’t rise up, you attempt to use your arms and legs to push yourself up, but you find your back and midsection stuck. Kelsey’s sweat and weight must have glued you to the Insole; you groan.
You try rocking back and forth within the shoe, but only end up falling over, changing the view from the ceiling to an entire squad of dirty, tired, sore, athletic, smelly, and in some cases unkept feet. One of them was as wide as boat oars, another was reddened with a couple of blisters, one had early bunions, and a pair nearby were constantly scratching each other with their toes. Suddenly, like a massive beast, two feet crossed you by leaving wet thuds in the path. You recognized them, how could you not, you’d been a roommate of one of them for hours. Kelsey had returned refreshed and cleaned and ready to go home and rest. She gathered her clothing and uprighted her shoe in the process, giving you an upward view of a very naked best friend. You could see everything from her breasts, which, if they were any indication, meant Kelsey was feeling really good right now. As well as everything between her thighs, seeing small hairs down south. At least she shaves, you thought as she began putting on a fresh set of clothes. Lastly, she plunged her naked foot back onto you as she said goodbye to her teammates and made her way to the family car.
Kelsey got you into this, and she was going to get you out. you resolve to yourself. You stick your head between her big and index toe, praying the idea works as she stomps her way to her bedroom. Saying good night to her family, a now exhausted Kelsey makes her way to her room, shutting the door behind her and cracking open a window to let out some heat. Lastly, she changed into her comfortable pair of fleece pajama bottoms after struggling to get one of her shoes off. She rationalized it was time for some new insoles, prompting her to take a whiff. “cough*, oh yeah, I need some new ones.” Lying down on the bed, she was preparing to drift to sleep, but had a thought, a naughty one at that. It had been a while since she rewarded herself for such a good job in the field. She walked back over to her door to lock it, ensuring nobody else would be privy to her private time, unknowingly dragging her good friend into her intimate moment of the night. Lying down and covering herself with the blanket, she let her left hand start stirring up her nipples as her right steadily descended toward her nether region. Now it was only her, the comfort of the room, and the dim amber glow of a night lamp left on.
Meanwhile, you had just removed your head from the massive toes falling onto her other stationary sole and began planning your next move. You had hoped to just be able to walk out and find help, but Kelsey locking the door presented another obstacle. You could try the window, but no telling the kind of weirdos you’d encounter at night, even if they can’t notice you. Maybe the best move might be to try and get Kelsey’s attention again.
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