love of sole

two young girls discover their passion for each other

"Hey, Ella, wait up!"

Ella looked over her shoulder, her ponytail swishing in the breeze. She slowed her pace, letting her friend catch up.

"What's up, Maddie?"

Maddie's cheeks flushed as she approached. "I just had the weirdest conversation with Becky," she said, her voice barely above a murmur.

Ella's curiosity was piqued. Becky was a new student at their middle school, known for her quirky habits and shy demeanor. They had become fast friends, bonding over their shared love of comic books and science fiction.

"What happened?"

Maddie leaned in closer, as if the very air around them might carry their words to unwanted ears. "You know Becky's weird obsession with...uh, feet?"

Ella nodded. Becky had a foot fetish. It was odd, sure, but they had learned to accept it as just another part of Becky's unique personality.

"Well, she was talking about it again in art class, and she said something about...yours."

Ella's eyebrows shot up. "My feet? What about them?"

Maddie bit her lip. "She said...she said your feet are like little works of art, or something like that."

The two friends exchanged a look, a mix of amusement and bewilderment. They had known Becky had a thing for feet, but Ella never thought she'd be the object of her friend's peculiar fascination.

As they continued their walk home, Ella couldn't help but feel a strange flutter in her stomach. It was flattering, in a weird way, that Becky found something about her so captivating. But it also made her a little uncomfortable. She had never thought about her own feet like that before, and she wasn't sure she wanted to start now.

At the next corner, they saw Becky walking alone, her head down, her long brown hair hiding her face. Her sneakers scuffed against the sidewalk, and Ella felt a sudden urge to kick off her own shoes and feel the cool cement beneath her toes. But she resisted, tucking the thought away for later contemplation.

"Hey Becky, wait up!" Maddie called out, waving.

Becky looked up, a tentative smile playing on her lips. As she drew closer, Ella studied her friend's face, looking for any signs of the obsession Maddie had mentioned. But all she saw was the same shy, kind girl she had come to know over the past few weeks.

"Hi, guys," Becky said softly. "How was your day?"

They chatted about school and weekend plans, the topic of feet seemingly forgotten. Yet, as Ella listened to Becky's gentle voice and watched her eyes light up when she talked about her latest comic book find, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Becky's interest than Maddie had let on.

But she didn't ask. Not yet. Some secrets needed time to unravel on their own.

As the days turned into weeks, the subject of feet remained an underlying current in their friendship, unspoken but ever-present. Becky never made any overt gestures, but Ella noticed the subtle glances, the way Becky's eyes lingered on her sandals or the occasional barefoot moment at lunch. It was strange, but somehow it became a part of their dynamic, like an inside joke that wasn't quite funny yet didn't feel awkward either.

One evening, as they were hanging out at Ella's house, Becky grew quieter than usual. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her gaze fixed on Ella's bare feet as they dangled from the couch. The silence grew thick, and Ella could feel her cheeks warming. She tried to ignore it, focusing on the TV show they were watching, but the weight of Becky's gaze was too much.

"Becky?" she said finally, turning to face her friend. "Is something wrong?"

Becky startled, looking up to meet Ella's eyes. She took a deep breath and spoke in a rush. "I just...I need to tell you something. I hope you won't think I'm weird."

Ella leaned in, her curiosity now piqued. "You know you can tell me anything," she assured her.

Becky nodded, her eyes searching Ella's for understanding. "I know you know I like...feet. And I just want you to know that it's not just any feet. It's yours. I've never seen anything so...so perfect."

The words hung in the air, and Ella felt a mix of emotions: flattery, confusion, and a hint of excitement. It was strange, but also oddly thrilling to know that she could affect Becky so much. She swallowed, trying to find the right response.

"Becky, I appreciate the compliment," she began, choosing her words carefully. "But I'm not sure how to feel about this."

Becky looked down, her cheeks burning. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Ella reached out, placing a hand on Becky's arm. "You haven't," she said softly. "But let's just keep it as our little secret, okay?"

Becky nodded, a small smile returning to her lips. "Okay."

And with that, they returned to their show, the air in the room somehow lighter. But Ella couldn't help but feel a new sense of self-consciousness about her own feet, and she found herself glancing down at them more often than before. It was strange, this newfound focus, and she wasn't quite sure if it was a good thing or not. But for now, she decided to just enjoy the quiet thrill of being someone's secret obsession.

The next day at school, Ella noticed Becky was more withdrawn than usual. She tried to ignore it, chalking it up to nerves or a bad day, but when Becky barely spoke to her during lunch, she couldn't help but feel a pang of worry. Was it because she had brought up her feelings? Had she crossed some invisible line?

After school, Ella approached Becky by her locker, her heart racing. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked tentatively.

Becky looked up, her eyes wide with surprise. "Yeah," she said quickly. "I'm fine. Why?"

Ella hesitated, then decided to be direct. "You've just been really quiet today. I was worried that maybe...I don't know, that I said something to upset you?"

Becky's cheeks flushed again, and she fiddled with her locker combination. "No," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just...it's complicated."

Ella felt a knot form in her stomach. Was it because of her? Because of what Becky had admitted the night before? She didn't want to push, but she also didn't want her friend to feel like she couldn't confide in her.

"If you ever want to talk," she said gently, "you know I'm here."

Becky nodded, a hint of a smile ghosting her lips. "Thanks, Ella. That means a lot."

The rest of the week passed in a blur of schoolwork and awkward glances. Ella found herself paying closer attention to Becky's every move, looking for signs of whether she had overstepped some invisible boundary. But Becky remained polite, if a little distant. It was as if she had put up a wall, and Ella wasn't sure how to break it down without making things even more awkward.

On Friday, as they were leaving the school, Becky finally spoke up. "Hey, Ella," she said, her voice small. "Could we...could we talk? Alone?"

Ella felt a mix of relief and dread. This was it, she thought. The moment of truth. "Sure," she said, trying to sound casual. "Where do you want to go?"

They settled on the park, a neutral ground where they could sit on the swings and talk without fear of being overheard. As they sat side by side, the wind rustling the leaves above them, Becky took a deep breath and began to speak.

"I've been thinking," she said, her eyes fixed on her own sneakers. "And I know my...my foot thing can be weird. And I don't want it to come between us."

Ella's heart ached for her friend. "Becky," she said softly, "you don't have to apologize for who you are."

Becky looked up, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "But I do," she whispered. "Because it's not just a thing. It's you, Ella. It's your feet. And I don't know how to deal with these feelings."

Ella felt the weight of Becky's confession. This was more than just a quirky interest; it was something deeper, something that scared Becky. She reached out, taking Becky's hand in hers.

"We'll figure it out," she said firmly. "Together."

The promise hung between them, a silent understanding that their friendship was more important than any secret or strange attraction. And as they swung back and forth on the swings, the setting sun casting long shadows across the park, Ella couldn't help but wonder where this new chapter in their friendship would lead them. But for now, she was content to just be there, holding Becky's hand and listening to the steady rhythm of their hearts beating together.

"What do you want to do with my feet?" Ella finally asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern. She had to know, had to understand this part of Becky that was so different from anything she had ever encountered.

Becky's grip tightened on her hand, and she took a deep, shaky breath. "I don't know," she admitted. "It's just...whenever I see them, I want to...touch them, I guess. It's like...I just can't explain it."

Ella's stomach did a little flip-flop at the thought of Becky's hands on her feet, but she kept her voice steady. "It's okay," she said. "You don't have to explain it. Just...just tell me if you need anything. If it helps, you can tell me."

Becky's eyes searched hers, looking for rejection or ridicule, but finding only acceptance. "I just want to be close to you," she murmured. "That's all."

The words hit Ella like a ton of bricks. She had never thought about Becky's foot fetish in that way before. It was more than just a physical attraction; it was an emotional connection, a way for Becky to express her feelings without the complications of words. And as much as it scared her, she couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her body at the thought of being so important to her friend.

They sat in silence for a few more moments, the creaking of the swings the only sound breaking the quiet. Then Becky leaned over, her eyes shy and hopeful. "Could I...could I just hold your foot for a little bit?"

Ella took another deep breath, her mind racing. This was a big step, one that could either strengthen their bond or shatter it completely. But she had promised to be there for Becky, to support her through this. And so, she nodded.

Becky gently lifted Ella's foot, cradling it in her hands like it was the most precious thing she had ever held. Her touch was light, reverent, and as she traced her thumb along the arch, Ella felt a strange tingle run up her leg. It was weird, yes, but it was also...nice.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the park. The two friends sat on the swings, Becky holding Ella's foot, both of them lost in their own thoughts. It was a moment that could have been filled with tension, but instead, there was a quiet comfort, a bond that had grown stronger in the face of something so peculiar and intimate.

Ella watched as Becky's eyes closed, a soft smile playing on her lips. It was clear that this was what her friend needed, this small act of closeness that meant so much to her. And as Becky's thumb continued to trace lazy circles on her skin, Ella realized that maybe, just maybe, she didn't mind it so much after all.

"Could I kiss them, Ella?" Becky's voice was so soft that it was almost lost in the breeze.

Ella's breath hitched in her throat. She had never thought about her feet like that before, never imagined someone else's lips against her toes. But here she was, her heart racing at the mere suggestion.

"I...I don't know," she managed to say, her voice shaking.

Becky's eyes snapped open, fear etched on her face. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, setting Ella's foot back down. "I didn't mean to—"

But Ella stopped her with a gentle squeeze of her hand. "No, it's okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just...I need a minute."

They sat there, the air thick with unspoken words and unexplored desires. Ella's mind was racing, trying to process what Becky had asked, trying to figure out if she was okay with it, if she was ready for this next step.

And as Becky's thumb continued to caress her foot, she made her decision. It was weird, sure, but it was also somehow right. It was a part of Becky that she didn't fully understand, but she knew it was important to her. And if letting Becky kiss her feet was what it took to keep their friendship strong, then she was willing to try.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice steady. "You can kiss them."

Becky looked up at her, surprise and hope mingling in her gaze. "Really?"

Ella nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Really."

With trembling hands, Becky removed Ella's shoe and sock, revealing her bare foot. The cool evening air sent goosebumps racing up Ella's leg, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill as Becky leaned in, her breath warm against her skin.

The first kiss was light, almost imperceptible. But it was enough to make Ella's heart skip a beat. Becky's eyes remained closed, her expression one of pure concentration as she placed another, slightly more firm kiss on the arch of Ella's foot.

Ella's toes curled involuntarily, and she let out a soft gasp. It was strange, but not unpleasant. It was like a secret they shared, a private language that no one else could understand.

As Becky continued to kiss her feet, Ella felt a sense of peace wash over her. It was an odd kind of intimacy, but it was theirs. And in that moment, she knew that their friendship had just taken a turn she never could have anticipated, but one she was ready to navigate together, one step at a time.

Becky started to lick her feet, beginning with the arch, tracing her tongue along the curves and valleys of Ella's sole before moving to her toes. It was a sensation that was both strange and oddly comforting, like a warm, wet cloth on a tired foot after a long day. Ella watched, her heart racing, as Becky's eyes remained closed, lost in the sensation of her own making.

When Becky reached her big toe, she took it into her mouth, sucking gently. Ella felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from gasping out loud. It was more than just a physical sensation; it was a symbol of Becky's affection, a declaration of her feelings in the most vulnerable way possible.

They sat there, the only sound the soft smack of Becky's lips against Ella's skin, the rustle of leaves in the wind, and their mingled breaths. It was a moment that could have been awkward or weird, but instead, it was beautiful, a silent conversation between two friends who had just discovered a new layer of themselves and each other.

Ella's thoughts swirled, a mix of confusion and excitement. She had never felt like this before, never allowed herself to be so vulnerable with someone else. But with Becky, it felt natural, as if they had stumbled upon a secret garden in the middle of their mundane schoolyard.

They sat there, Becky worshiping her feet, until the sun had fully set and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky. And as the last kiss was placed, Ella knew that their friendship had just been irrevocably changed. But she also knew that she wouldn't have it any other way.