My College Advisor

“You know what?” Jenny said to me, “This is our last session!”

“Really?” I said, in surprise. I had no idea.

“Yeah, I know. I’m surprised too,” Jenny confirmed. “Three years goes by fast, doesn’t it?”

It was true. This was it. Nearly every Friday morning for the past three years we had met in this small office of hers, sat across from each other, the desk to my right and her left. We’d been through a lot together, she’d seem me through the hardest times, but after all that, this was it.

“Sorry I didn’t say anything earlier,” she said, “but I honestly didn’t know until this morning. It’s been so busy around here, what with getting everything finished in time. I’ve been rushing around all week, I’m so worn out…”

She went on, like she always did. As she talked my eyes darted down, down to her feet. She was wearing her close-toed heels. I thanked God for that, those were the shoes she looked the sexiest in.

I had never felt that way about feet or shoes before meeting Jenny. The very first time we met here, though, she was wearing heels, and after an hour of seeing her wiggling and dangling her feet in them, I was a changed man.

I don’t know what it was about her, she was twice my age and not very attractive, but seeing her in heels always drove me wild. I had always wanted to see her out of heels, but that never happened, either organically or coming up with a way She had occasionally slipped her shoes off under her chair, that had to suffice, but I had always wanted a better view of her feet. Like in my lap.

“…but yeah,” she finished, “this is our last time together before you go off to your fancy internship in the city,” she laughed. “We don’t really have any work to do today. You’ve got all your assignments done on time, which is what I like to see. So, really, if there’s anything you want to do, now’s the time.”

Anything I wanted to do? There was one thing, but I couldn’t actually do it, could I? I mean, I guess I could get away with it, this being the last time I’d ever see her. I wouldn’t have to live with any repercussions. Still, was this something I could actually ask her?

“What are you thinking?” she said

It was now or never. “Well, um, there was one thing…”

“Yes?”

I took a deep breath. “You said you were feeling run down…”

“Y-eah?”

“Can I give you a foot massage?”

It was like a bomb went off in the room. We went quiet for a few moments, though it felt like hours, then she smiled bemusedly. “WHAT?” she said loudly, not knowing how to react.

I nodded to show her I was being serious

“I don’t know about that,” she said, “I mean, it’s not very appropriate, there are a lot of safeguarding issues…”

I wasn’t going to let this chance get away. “Aw, come on,” I said as I reached down, “you deserve it.” I grabbed hold of both of her feet, one in each hand, and brought them out from under her chair. I lifted them up and held at the ankle in mid-air. I bit the inside of my mouth in anticipation. I pulled on the heels, the ends of both her shoes popped off. I then lifted her shoes up and off her feet.

There they were, hovering right in front of me. Small (size 4), high-arched, soft, toes all aligned. My arms fell to my sides and I dropped her shoes on the floor. I then took hold of her feet, brought my knees together and put them on top.

For a moment I froze. Her bare feet were actually on my lap. What I had wanted for the last three years was finally happening. I quickly came round and grabbed hold of her feet. I didn’t know what I was doing, but quickly acting like I was massaging her feet, squeezing them while my thumbs pressed into her soles.

After a few moments of this I asked her, “How does that feel?”

“That feels nice, actually,” she laughed, “I could have done with a foot massage!”

I tried to keep the conversation going and kept making jokes, trying to act like this was funny, while at the same time trying to hide how unbelievably excited I was. My hands were shaking, my heart was pounding in my chest.

I moved on to the rest of her feet, with both hands at the same time I ran my fingers between her toes, caressed her arches, rubbed her heels. The room had gone silent for a while now, I couldn’t even speak anymore. I kept trying to think of things to say, jokes to make to relieve the tension, when she spoke: “You know, I had a feeling you were into feet.”

I looked up at her face, my insides jolting. “You always complimented me on my shoes, and don’t think I didn’t notice all those times when you were looking down instead of up at me!”

I didn’t know what to say. She caught me. Should I just admit it now or keep playing like this was all a joke? “Uh… sorry…?”

“No, I don’t mind, it’s just… you’re a young guy, you know. Why me?”

I shrugged, “It’s kind of unbiased, I guess. Nice feet are nice feet.”

She chuckled, “I didn’t even know I had nice feet! It’s kind of flattering.”

As I looked up at her, I noticed beads of sweat had started forming on her face. “Phew,” she said, “I don't know about you, but I feel really warm all of a sudden.” She took off her jacket and placed it on the back of her chair.

My fingertips ran vigorously down her soles - this wasn’t really massaging, this was tickling. I had come this far, I had to tickle her. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to be ticklish. I ran over every spot, but there was no reaction. I tried again, this time harder and more vigorous. “That feels good,” she said, “stimulating all the nerves…circulating all the blood…”

I kept trying, I was determined to get a reaction out of her. Eventually I did, but not the one I was expecting: “Oooh,” she wailed. I looked up at her. She had her eyes closed, with her right hand she undid the top two buttons on her blouse, her left hand was pressed against her front, where her nipple would be.

“Keep going,” she told me. I did. My heartbeat started going a mile a minute, the tension inside reached boiling point. I stopped. She opened her eyes, “What’s the matter?” she said.

Well, let’s just say that had never happened to me at college before...