Anonymous

I had been a highheel watcher since about age 12. During my Junior year all the girls, and even the female teachers, all wore flats. About a month into the school year we got a new girl ,Sandy, at school. As there was an empty desk next to mine, she was assigned it. She was a small girl, brown hair, green eyes, and wore a red sweater and blue jeans. We spoke on and off during class and the bell rang to change classrooms.

Seated at my desk in the second class of the day I hear the wonderful sound of high heels clicking. I'm looking around, cause I figured it must be a teacher, but I couldn't see one. Then Sandy came up and asked if the seat beside me was empty. I said yes, she sat down, and I went back to looking for the high heels, but all was quiet. After about twenty minutes or so, I noticed that Sandy had her legs crossed, and stretched out in the aisle between our desks. Looking down I was totally awestruck about what I thought I was seeing. Barely visible, protruding from her pants leg, was what appeared to be a high heel tip. For the rest of the class period I had one eye peeled her way, but every time she changed position I still couldn't see anything, because of those darned bluejeans.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and that's when things improved greatly. She reached down to get her purse which was on the opposite side from me. Her right foot popped out into the aisle, the jean pant leg rode up as she stretched, and uncovered a beautiful patent leather pump with about a four inch heel. What really caught my eye was how small the tip was. I wondered how she could even walk on it. As we were leaving the classroom, not knowing if she'd be in any of my other classes, I asked her if she wanted to skip lunch and go have a smoke. She agreed and we arrainged to meet at my locker since it was near the exit door. As it was, she didn't sit next to me for the rest of the morning classes, and I have no idea what was discussed in any of them!

When the lunch bell rang, I rushed to my locker, dumped my books, and started waiting. Soon I heard the heels clicking my way and we headed out the exit. My favorite spot was between two buildings, about a half a block from school. It was great hearing her heels clicking on the concrete, with the occasional scrape that made my heart skip a beat.

We reached the smoke zone and lit up our cigarettes. Sandy leaning against the wall and me doing the same, only I was squatted down, hoping to get a glimpse of those heels. But the best I could see was the tip and about one inch up the heel. While we were talking, I was secretly searching to find something for her to step on. All I had was some loose change, and I decided that that wouldn't prove much, so pretty much gave up any hope on that happening. I was to be pleasantly suprised again. She finished her smoke, dropped it to the ground, the black pump sprang forward, covered the butt with the sole, then was slowly withdrawn across the concrete back under her. She left a good four inch black streak from where the butt had landed that went up under her foot. COOL! She must have been able to feel it under foot, as she kick her foot out to get the annoyance out of the way. Didn't happen so she twisted a couple times and kicked again. No luck. Couple more twists and a kick and out came the torn and flattened butt. COOL! I then finished mine, flipped it in front of her and asked her to put it out. She did, two black streaks. As we were leaving, I told her that I'd better pick them up, and carefully put them in my pocket. GOT 'EM! We agreed to meet before school the next morning to have a smoke before classes.

I placed the two souvenirs in an envelope well hidden in my dresser. What I really wanted was something from under one of her spikes. After much thought I came up with trying to get her to step on some paper, or, a stick of unwrapped chewing gum, folded in thirds might work. My plan in place, I worried all night that Sandy would wear flats to school the next day.

Next morning, having a smoke, I heard the heels clicking my way. Lady luck had smiled again. As she stood there with me squatted down, I saw her heel rise an inch or so. With gum in hand I lost my nerve. I was worried that she would feel it and I'd get caught. On to plan B. However I did get two more butts fo my collection .After we entered school she went to her locker and I dashed to the classroom. Placed my homework, which was folded in half with a blank sheet on the outside, under her desk. Soon Sandy clicked in and firmly had both heels on my homework. I watched as she walked all over it, even rocking the heels back and forth and I just knew deep down that this was going to work. When our teacher asked for assignments, I made like I had lost mine. Sandy ask me what was the matter and I explained. Looking down I said that maybe that was it under her desk. Using her heel, slid it to the side, opened it, saw my name and handed it to me. I removed my cover sheet, and passed the rest forward. Much to my disappointment, there were only some dents and some black smears from the cigarettes she had put out earlier. Back to plan A.

During our lunch smoke, her heel came up. Gum in hand, gathering all my courage, I managed to carefully align it under the heel. As she brought her heel down I saw it make contact, and then slowly sink in until half the tip was out of sight. I was scared stiff she felt it and I'd be caught. Apparently she didn't feel it or didn't care. The next time it came up I gently tried to retrieve it. It was stuck pretty good and I was sure she would feel me yanking it off. So I had to get brave once again. After picking up two more butts she had put out, I very casually, as best I could, mentioned there was something stuck to her right heel. She turned her back to me, raised foot, and asked me to please take it off. WOW! That was easy. Immediately pocketed it, then made like I threw it away, and told her it was just a piece of gum. Looking at it with a magnifying glass when I got home I could relish in the perfect D shape and see all the horizontal tread impressions. SUPER COOL!

That weekend I got a bright idea. Since I would probably never be in a position to see the bottom on one of her heels, maybe I could touch it. And at the same time, the thought entered my head, what would happen if she came down while my finger was under there? Time to experiment. As small as Sandy was I figured her for about a hundred pounds. With most of her weight on the soles, worst case would be about tewnty five pounds. So to check it out, I put my left index finger on the bathroom scale, and simulated the heel with my right finger. Then pushed down until it read twenty five. Not bad. No pain.

Monday morning we met for our smoke and I was in my squat. Watching, I saw my chance. Carefully slid my finger under the tip and made sure it was centered. An off center placement would cause a pinch that I was sure would hurt. As her heel bobbed up and down ever so slightly, I took another chance, and ran my finger nail along the ribbed tread of the tip. COOL! No long after I put my finger back flat, down the heel came. It was fairly gentle. I felt my finger compress a bit and was so happy that I had figured this correctly. Then came my big suprise. She shifted her weight from the left to the right foot. OUCH! It was pain like I could never have imagined. That's when I learned the true meaning of "STUPID". I fought off a scream and had tears running. After a little bit the finger started getting numb and I could see it turning blue. When she finally shifted back to the left I thought I was home free, but no, there was still enough pressure holding my finger pinned. Happy that Sandy had lightened up on me I didn't know she had one last experience left for me. She rocked back on the heel. Even with a numb finger I could still feel the sharp edge of the back of the heel cutting into my skin. Thankfully she once again went back having the heel flat on the finger. I was at the point of just grabbing her foot and pulling it off my finger when a stroke of genius hit. I flipped my cigarette in front of her and asked her to put it out. She did and I was released. WHEW! My finger was, black and blue, about twice it's normal size, and had a perfect ribbed D shape well dented into it. I have done a lot of dumb things since, but nothing that will compare. That was my greatest.

Through the school year she wore otheer heels that were just as nice. I got heel prints of them using various candy and cigarette filters. The second time I used the gum I screwed up. Sandy cornered me after school and said she was wondering about all the stuff getting stuck on her heel. At first I used the I don't know answer. Suspicious, she flat out asked if I had been doing it. I know my face turned bright red, and I started to sweat. I answered yes, and when asked why, confessed that it turned me on. Then I was hit with the biggy. "If you had only asked I would have done it"! After we talked I asked her if she remembered the homework paper. Her reply, "You're Good"! We then had a good laugh.

One day while out at the smoke area, she kept tapping her heel. I asked if she was nervous. She said, "No watch". She was stepping on ants! I was hooked.

Up through the senior year we spent a lot of time together and she went out of her way to spike stuff. Always making sure I was watching. Except for Sandy I don't remember much of my two final years of high school. I did graduate and I did get to see the bottom of those heels. On a sad note, I joined the military and haven't seen her since.

Shafted

Great read, UnderHerHeel! I had to chuckle.

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