ShoeLove - Chapter 1 - Sabine I @chuckloveinsta

Her name was Sabine (name changed). A cute mouse, about 1.60 m tall, very thin and brunette. Always in the front row, most would say she was a nerd. Basically no one liked her either - she was the one who would gossip about every matter to the teacher.

I had known her since 5th grade, together with Marie (name changed). But this is another story.

Now it's about the typical wallflower Sabine. Even her style of clothing was inconspicuous, almost boring. She only wore jeans or denim skirts, but always at least knee-length and never figure-hugging.

Still, I liked her. I just found her likeable, even if she was always very dismissive when I tried to talk to her. Maybe it was because the other guys avoided her or she had little to do with the opposite sex in general.

Still, I was fascinated by talking to her, probably for that very reason. It eventually went on until I actually developed feelings for her. She was my baby, I had to protect her. It certainly wasn't love, but I don't know how to describe it either.

Somehow the other guys got it, even though I didn't mention it to anyone. But maybe it was because Sabine and I were now chatting often - not to say very often. There she was completely different, as if changed. It was funny, dirty, even romantic. We just got along very well, just outside of school. We did not exchange a single word there. I didn't care, she was probably embarrassed to have contact with a boy - what would the others think after all?

So it hit me like a slap in the face when I found out from her that she had a boyfriend. Since some days. The “player” in the class, who everyone knew was making up more stories than BILD.

I could not believe it. She? And he? Why him? It just didn't fit, but I couldn't change it either.

We continued to write anyway; he didn't like it, but luckily she insisted that we keep in touch.

So I saw the complete change in her personality, from wallflower to 08/15 bitch.

She told me everything about how she had her first time, how they had sex in the swimming pool, how he took her on the way home after school, how he stayed with her, etc.

I was divided. On the one hand I was happy for her as my friend, on the other hand I knew that sooner or later he wanted to and would take advantage of her. So he had done it with everyone so far.
Over time, it kept changing. Also their style of clothing. She was now wearing hot pants that emphasized her exceptionally large bum. Sometimes she even wore leggings, but these without panties.

She was going to parties now, too, just to get drunk, but hey, she was in public.

I started to desire her. Not in the way that you love another, not even sexually, no, I just wanted her with me and protect her from him. Even if, in retrospect, I would certainly not have been a better choice.

One day I was able to overhear a conversation on the bus between Sabine and a good friend of hers, Ines (name changed).

In short, it was about whether she could imagine a partner other than her current boyfriend. The conversation inevitably came to me as it progressed. Ines was probably quite enthusiastic about me, which I couldn't really understand, because she was always very grim and extremely dismissive towards me.

In any case, Sabine refused so clearly as I would never have expected. It almost broke my heart.

In the following time I reduced contact with her more and more; I knew I would never reach her. Even though she was my "baby". He had won.

But then one day she walked into the classroom. Black, short top with inscription, denim skirt, but this time very tight, opaque, black nylons and wine-red Converse sneakers.

I was flashed. I couldn't look away anymore. Sure, I knew Converse - but I'd never seen it like that before. Sabine's shoes triggered something in me, something that until then I only knew from dirty videos on the Internet.
I looked down at myself. Indeed! I got an erection from her shoes. Was that possible?

Can one be sexually attracted to shoes?

I dismissed my thoughts and tried to concentrate on the class. I failed miserably. From my regular seat in the last row, I could see perfectly how Sabine crossed her legs and bobbed her right shoe. The Converse were quite new and literally flashed brightly in their wine-red tone.

Then she put both legs on the floor again, whereby the sneakers presented their soles to me. I got a wild urge to throw myself on the floor immediately, lay down at her feet and lick her Converse. It was getting harder and harder to hold myself back.

Somehow I survived the school day, drove home and started my computer, clicked on the then relatively unknown and new Facebook. At my urging, Sabine had also created an account at the time. I can't remember how, but I went to her profile.

4 new posts.
I clicked it and swallowed.

It was photos. Photos in which Sabine proudly presented her latest purchases. The denim skirt. And the wine-red Converse.

In the photos she wore the black opaque nylons like in the morning. She assumed various poses, with legs outstretched on the windowsill, with knees bent and shoes in bed, and a photo in which she was putting the shoes on, looping the right shoelace and kneeling in front of the left shoe with her stockinged foot .

I felt myself getting excited at the sight. As if hypnotized, I stared at her shoes and legs. It made a “click” in my head. I had to paint these shoes, feel, feel, smell, yes I just had to explore them.

Confused, I closed Facebook and went to bed. The goal was clear, but how would I go about it? How can i get it?
How do I get Sabine's Converse?

Then the thought occurred to me. Where would be the only place I can get without breaking into some houses where she would take off her shoes?

The physical education. The girls' changing room.

I literally sprinted to the timetable. Indeed, the next day there is a double hour of exercise. I made a plan for how I would go about it. I hardly slept that night.

Then the next morning came. Did I really want to risk it all just for a pair of shoes? Yes I wanted. I was determined like never before - even if my heart was beating to my throat since getting up.

Finally the time had come, physical education began. As is so often the case, girls and boys were separated, from the gym to the changing rooms. In fact, they were at the other end of the gym.

But my plan was brilliant. Or so I thought.

At first we always ran several laps in a circle to warm up. No sooner said than done, only after two to three laps I deliberately dropped to the floor and artificially hobbled to the gym teacher. It wasn't that artificial at all - my fall not only looked authentic, I had a rather large abrasion on my knee that was bleeding a little under my shorts.

"Can I go to the changing room quickly, I have my plasters there?" I asked the teacher for permission.

"Yes, but hurry up!", He sent me away and I left the hall.

But instead of going left to the men's locker room, I ran to the right - to the girls. Past the other halls to the showers. The changing rooms and showers were each connected by a door. But since nobody wanted to take a shower at school, they were always empty.

I crept silently to the through door and pressed my ear against it.

Nothing.

I took another deep breath before I mustered up all my courage and stepped into the girls' locker room.

Fortunately for me, no one was there. I looked across the room, which was quite small. A bench with jacket hooks on one side, exactly the same bench on the opposite side.

On it were the girls' rucksacks and the pants and jackets neatly on the hooks. Including the shoes on the floor. But they didn't interest me.

I just wanted a couple. Sabines.

And there they stood. Next to the door on the floor. They looked so peaceful. I had never seen her so close before.

You were beautiful.

I sat on the bench. Next to me was her black nylons on the backpack. She really liked pantyhose.

Then I reached down to the shoes. I took her right wine red Converse. It felt slightly rough as I ran my finger along the surface. She had tied the shoelaces in a **** on the inside so that the loop could not be seen from the outside.

I smelled him. It had a subtle scent, but above all it smelled of new Converse. They were also quite new.

I had to do it. I had to feel it.

I pulled my black sweatpants up to my knees. Then my boxer shorts. My penis was already so stiff and ready that it was wet at the tip. I touched him with the sole of Sabine's shoe. She was cold. I kept going with the sole along my glans. A damp trail of my juice formed on the sole.

I got up. My pants slipped down a little further. I still held the Converse in my hand. Then I did - I slipped into the shoe. It was just indescribable. It felt like it was made just for my best piece. The glans rubbed the inside of the white tip of the sneaker, the testicles found space in the part that was intended for the heel. The sides of the shoe gave support and enclosed my member.

When I gently moved my hand back and forth, I was massaged everywhere at the same time - from the tip to the end. Everything was enclosed in the Converse.

I enjoyed every moment and moved extra slowly to last as long as possible.

Then I froze. It felt like the heart stopped beating.

Voices in the corridor in front of the door, approaching.

Without thinking too much, I went back to the shower as I was, my pants on my knees and my shoe on my member. I pressed myself against the cold tiles on one of the shower walls. I pulled the pants up as far as possible, almost over the shoe. The white tip was still showing off my crotch.

I listened.

But I couldn't identify the voices. It couldn't have been Sabine, because then the conversation would certainly have gotten louder after she noticed that her right shoe was missing.

But the voices never went away. I looked at the clock. Damn! I had already been gone 20 minutes, soon they would be looking for me. If they weren't already.

I waited. But even after what felt like an eternity, the voices did not leave the room. They probably skipped physical education just like me.

A decision had to be made. Either I took the Converse with me - which would attract a lot of attention and, if in doubt, would make further trips to the changing rooms unnecessarily difficult for me - or I left the shoe here in the shower.

I decided on the only rationally correct one, provided that in my situation one could speak of rationality with one's member in someone else's shoe.

I have to leave him here.

I pulled my pants back down and the Converse off my penis. Unfortunately a little too fast, I couldn't react at all, so it spurted out of me at that moment.
Understandable, I had stimulated myself the whole time with the object of greatest desire, and with a longer orgasm pause. I looked down at myself.

Luckily I pulled it out in good time, otherwise I would have had a lot of trouble explaining if Sabine found her Converse soaked in semen.

Most of my load ran down the shower wall. But a few drops had gotten to the outside of the wine-red shoe. In the absence of any other option, I did not hesitate and licked most of it with my tongue. But the black outlines were still visible.

The voices in the locker room got louder and louder, and more and more girls had to come. I had to act quickly. Without further ado, I put the shoe in one of the sinks next to the shower, pulled up my pants and took long strides out of the locker room.


End of chapter 1.