I was in sixth grade and had three classes with Riley. She was cute with short blonde hair, was very popular, and had gorgeous feet. Riley
wore flats on most days. She had a yellow pair and a black pair, wearing the yellow most of the time. This girl loved to go barefoot. Not only did she take her
shoes off in class, but she would go barefoot in gym. Even if we were playing outside, she wouldn't have any shoes on.
I first noticed her feet in sixth grade reading where she sat in front of me. I remember looking at the floor one day and noticing Riley had
taken her shoes off. Before her, I had never seen a girl barefoot at school. I went to a private school from kindergarten to fourth grade where all the girls
wore long socks and flats. Obviously, no feet there. Fifth grade, I started public school. There was probably feet there, I just wasn't looking for it.
Anyway, back to Riley. She had a routine she would do with her feet. She would slip her shoes off, expose her soles for a minute or two, shuffle her feet, and
then put her shoes back on. She would repeat the pattern until class was over. Later in the first semester, she got moved to a desk that was right beside mine.
One time, the person who sat in front of her was absent, so Riley decided to the use that person's chair for a foot rest. She slipped out of her shoes and
propped up both of her bare feet in the chair. When she was sitting in front, I just got to see her soles. Now, I was getting to see her cute little toes. They
were painted red with the paint slightly chipped off and she kept flexing and wiggling them every few minutes. Thanks to her, sixth grade reading wasn't so
The next semester, I had band and gym with her. In band, since I played percussion and she played the flute, I didn't get to see her
feet that much because she was in the front of the room while I was stuck in the back. Then one day, we were taking a written test. The teacher made us use our
chairs as a desk while we all sat on the floor. I grabbed my chair and positioned it next to Riley's so that her feet would be facing me. The gamble paid
off. Riley then took off her shoes and placed her feet underneath the chair. I was so close, I could have reached down and touched her soles. That was the only
time I saw her feet in band. She was barefoot the most in gym. I used to love watching the girls and Riley's pretty peds run laps around the gym. We were
outside playing one time when the coaches called us in to the gym to change clothes. I was heading in when I saw a bunch of girls carrying Riley by her arms
and legs. One girl named Karen noticed Riley's bare feet and started tickling them. Riley laughed hysterically for a few seconds, then, Karen stopped the
tickle attack. I didn't get to see Riley after sixth grade ended. She moved and ended up in another school. I was sad to see her and her feet go, but Karen
more than made up for the loss in seventh grade.
Karen was a friend of Riley's. She was a brunette with long hair, good body, a cute smile, and a great personality. Unlike Riley, Karen
was the more friendly type. I didn't talk to her that much, but she just seemed very friendly and outgoing. She didn't go barefoot as much as Riley,
but when she did, her feet were a sight to see. They were tanned with perfect little toes, small arches, and soles so smooth they were to die for. She never
painted her toes, and she didn't have to. Her feet were that breathtaking, even better than Riley's. Karen either wore bass shoes with no socks or she
wore flats. She hardly ever wore socks at all, except for gym. I had math, gym, and lunch with her in seventh grade. I would always walk past her table during
lunch to see her soles peeking in and out of her shoes.
I can't remember the first time I saw her feet, but it was probably in math class. In math, she sat to my right in the next row right
beside me. Our math class moved around between two classrooms. We had a seating chart when were in our room, but we could sit wherever in the other room. For
some reason, in our actual classroom, Karen never took her shoes off. But in the other room, which was a science room, she would take them off and walk around
barefoot. That always flustered me because in that room, I could never get a good view of her feet. Her friends always grabbed the seats closest to her before
I could get there. Mr. Jennings, our math teacher, commented a couple of times about Karen going barefoot. I think he liked Karen's feet as much as I did.
This one day, we were having class in the math room. Karen, wearing her bass shoes, was sitting sideways in her desk talking with a couple of guys behind me.
Her feet were just inches from my desk. After a while, she decided to slide her shoes off and prop up her feet on the side of my desk. I was going nuts at the
sight of Karen's toes being so close. She then asked me if it was okay for her feet to be there. I was unable to say a word due to the state of shock, so I
just nodded that it was alright. Believe me, it was more than alright. During the remainder of class, I could feel the heat from her beautiful little toes as
they pressed up against my pants leg. I thought my dick was going to jump out of my pants. I kept looking over at Karen, who seemed relaxed, and totally
oblivious of my attention to her feet. I thought to myself she is making up for all the science room foot shows I missed out on. The two guys behind me teased
Karen about taking her shoes off, but it didn't bother her. She stayed barefoot till the bell rang, then slid her shoes back on.
I never got that close to Karen's feet after that. I had to settle for gazing at her soles everyday as I passed by her lunch table. I
hoped I would have more classes with her in eighth grade, but I didn't have a single one. I would see her walk by in the halls and then I would think about
those pretty feet that I wasn't getting to see. To make things worse, we went to different high schools because I moved after my eighth grade year. I ran
into her years later where she was working the jewelry counter at Sears. She had on flats and was wearing pantyhose, which disappointed me. We talked for a
minute while she dipped her feet in and out of her shoes. They still looked awesome by the way. I couldn't help but look down every few seconds. I wanted
so much to rip off the pantyhose and just go to town on her gorgeous feet. I was surprised she remembered me, but then again, I was probably the only guy in
seventh grade whose leg she fondled with her toes.
On a personal note, the very first time I jacked off, I was dreaming about Karen's feet. Now, keep in mind, I was only twelve. I dreamed
that Karen got in trouble and got sent to the principal's office. Instead of detention, Karen would get her feet licked by the foot licker. I guess in my
twelve year old mind, the foot licker was kind of like an executioner from olden times. Only, he didn't use any torture weapons and there was no killing or
death, he just used his tongue to lick every square inch of the girl's feet. The foot licker made Karen lie down on the floor on her stomach. He then knelt
down and got on his knees so that her legs and feet were right in front of him. Straddling her like a horse so that she couldn't escape, he grabbed and
bent her legs so that her feet were up in the air in the pose position. After removing her shoes, he went to work licking Karen's feet. All Karen could do
was scream. "MY FEET!" "MY FEEET!" Twenty years later, I still get myself off thinking about that dream. Karen made seventh grade my
favorite year in middle school. However, eighth grade wasn't too shabby, thanks to Heather.
Heather was a popular girl just like Riley and Karen were. She was slender with short dark curly hair, a pretty face, and had an outgoing
personality. Heather was a very likeable person, but her choices in guy friends left something to be desired. She was friends with this one guy named Coy who
was a real prick. I had some issues with him through the first two years of middle school. Every time we came face to face, he always had some smart ass thing
to say. I admit I was jealous of Coy, but only because he was friends with most of the popular girls. I had homeroom, math, and gym with Heather. Before eighth
grade, I never had any classes with her. So, I had no idea what her feet looked like. I found out the first week of school in homeroom.
I was at my desk already bored out of my mind when I saw Heather's bare feet slip out of her flats. Up to that point, I had yet to see
any feet in any of my new classes. Seeing Heather's wiggling her pretty toes cured me of my boredom. Her feet were small, slender, and milky white with a
small arch and her little toes were painted red. I didn't get a view of her soles, but I figured she would probably take her shoes off again in math. When
the bell rang to end homeroom, she quickly slid her shoes back on. In math, I sat to her right in the next row right next to her. Coy, who was also in the
class, sat in front of Heather. She and Coy usually passed notes and whispered to each other during class everyday. Then one day, I happened to look down and
saw Coy reach behind his desk with his hands out. Heather then slipped out of her flats and placed her bare feet in the palms of Coy's hands, using them
for a foot rest. I could not believe what I was seeing. Coy was actually touching Heather's bare feet. I looked over at Coy and Heather to see their
reaction. There was none. They both acted like nothing special was going on except Heather would shift her feet a little to make sure they stayed in Coy's
hands. I just starred and imagined what it was like to be him having those sweet feet in the palms of my hands. The whole time this was going on, he didn't
rub or tickle her feet. He just kept his hands still until Heather removed them and put her shoes back on.
Math and homeroom were the usual times I saw Heather bare foot. She never went bare foot in gym. One time during warm ups, I saw her pressing down on Riley's bare feet while Riley was doing sit ups. If I were Heather, I would have been counting Riley's pretty toes instead of how many sit ups she did. Toward the end of the school year, we had an assembly. All of the eighth grade homerooms gathered in the auditorium to listen to some crap about our future in high school. I was sitting in one of the back rows. Heather was in the next row in front of me and Coy was in the next row in front of her. The three of us were sitting almost directly behind each other. Anyway, Heather and Coy were messing around. They were pinching each other, throwing things, both trying to keep themselves entertained through the boring assembly. Heather had her feet propped up on the back of Coy's seat. Noticing this, Coy decided to play keep away with Heather's shoes. He quickly took them off revealing her pretty bare feet to the whole class. "Give me back my shoes!" Heather demanded as other guys in our homeroom laughed at her predicament. Of course, Coy didn't return Heather's shoes to her, so in retaliation, she thought she would embarrass Coy a little. She then took her feet and placed them on Coy's back. Everyone, including myself, was now focused on the sight of Heather's soles rubbing up against the back of Coy's shirt. Coy tried to play it off saying stuff like "Man, your feet stink" but I think he was enjoying the feel of Heather's feet on his back. The last time I saw Heather, which was years ago, she was competing in a beauty contest. I didn't get to see her feet because she was wearing a long gown with high heels. I checked to see if they had a swimsuit competition, figuring there would be some bare feet there, but no luck. It's been twenty years, and every time I think about Riley, Karen, or Heather's feet, I instantly get hard. My middle schools years were not the best, but Riley, Karen, and Heather gave me some lasting memories.