Ted pulled his knees to his chest and bowed his head as low as he could to clear the tablecloth. The space beneath the covered study table was twilit and muggy, but would only keep him hidden if he remained silent. With his limbs clutched to his torso, Ted could feel his rampaging pulse vibrating his body from head to toe. The rhythm was so fast he was becoming light-headed. Worse, the teen honestly couldn't say whether this effect came from a deep, anticipatory sexual hunger, or from the knowledge that he was utter toast if he should be seen by a single living soul right now.
His plan was downright insane. Yet, the longer Ted had thought about it, lying awake in bed all last night, the more he knew there wouldn't be a more perfect opportunity than the one laid before him now. It was almost as if fate was begging him to chance it for the greatest sensual catharsis of his adolescent years. Thus, here he was: hiding under the table in a vacant study classroom of a strictly girls-only Catholic school, awaiting the arrival of a certain redheaded eighteen-year-old demi-goddess by the name of Larissa, just so he could spy on her feet with the aching wish that she might remove them from her shoes and unknowingly give him a fetish-fulfilling show.
Ted's all-boys Catholic school stood only a mile from the sister all-girls institution, though it may as well have been on the other side of the planet for all the good it did him. Most of his days were spent daydreaming and lamenting the fact that hundreds of girls his age were just down the road, all daily wearing the same sumptuous ensemble of a tight cream blouse, checkered skirt, sheer stockings, and black shoes, and yet there was no one there to admire them.
Sunday morning at church was the only chance he had to glimpse his female contemporaries, and while the entire mass was spent with Ted stealthily peering beneath the pews for the flutter of modest pastel skirts and absentminded dangle of flats from nyloned feet, it simply wasn't the same. He wanted to exist in the aura of those Catholic schoolgirl outfits. When it came time for prayer, he always vowed to sell his soul if only he could have the chance to experience at least one of those gorgeous co-eds in her natural "educational" Catholic costume, up close and personal.
There were so many beautiful specimens to choose from, as well. The girls in the young adult church choir were the best of the best, however, and Ted had gifted all his secret devotions to four in particular.
First there was Tiffany, with her luscious chocolate-brown hair tied up in pigtails, combined with her infectious giggles and delightful tendency to puff out her chest, even at church; her slippered feet were always busy under the pew, tapping and writhing but rarely sliding out of the shoe. Then Kelsey, sultry beyond her years, with her flinty voice and enviable figure which pronounced her tight little behind to juicy excellence; she was more methodical, often removing only one shoe at a time and gliding her white stocking-clad big toe along the ridge of its opposite. Or Blair, who kept her dishwater-blonde locks down in an angelic cascade and had a habit of teasing the boys in Pig Latin to the point of going mute; best of all, she often attended church stocking-free, which caused her to fidget her naked pink heels off the lip of the shoe every few minutes to scratch an itch on her poor weary feet. Out of all the girls, Ted had tried his luck the most frequently with Blair by trying to sneak a fuzzy snapshot on his phone whenever her wide pink sole lifted out of her shoe a pew ahead. He'd never been called out or even caught, but still couldn't help but feel that Blair gave him even more sniveling looks since then.
But of course, the crown jewel of the feminine social scene, and the one who was hotly lusted after by just about every man who glanced her way in life, was Larissa. Ted had never summoned the courage necessary to speak a single word to her, though she'd visited him in a number of wet dreams.
Bluntly speaking, Larissa was the total package. Cute as a button, still clinging to a few childhood freckles, yet her blossoming transition into full womanhood was evident already. Her flaming ginger locks could snag anyone's attention from a hundred yards away, like a silent siren's song. Immaculately proportioned, the girl was developing a magnetic swell in her bosom and rear, but not overly so. She was exquisite and oozing sexuality in her every innocent move. Though not proud of this fact, Ted had on more than one occasion felt a stirring in his loins while watching Larissa place a communion wafer on her lovely tongue. Beyond her natural-born gifts, though, the girl dressed to impress, with outfits that complimented her taut shape while just skimming the line of poor taste for church.
Ted could only dream of the opportunity to be near Larissa. And up until yesterday, that was all he had: dreams. Then, by pure happenstance, he'd found himself standing behind a stone pillar after mass, and overhead part of an innocuous conversation between some of the queenly girls who sat ahead of him for the service. Larissa held court at the center of them as usual, but said little.
"God, I can't believe this history project Sister Margaret's got us on now," Blair groaned. She impatiently toe-tapped her flats on the tile. "And the whole thing's due Wednesday?"
"Seriously, does she not want us to have any free time at all? Plus, we've got choir practice like three nights this week, and the recital tomorrow!" Kelsey added. Leaning against the other side of the pillar for support, she stood on one foot while easing her silk-covered foot back into its vessel. "It's probably just because she's old and crabby and hasn't had any in fifty years."
"Hasn't had any free time, or any... you know..." Tiffany snickered. Her famous lilting laugh echoed throughout the entire sanctuary. Noticing several boys her age walking past on the way to the exit, she crossed her arms beneath her A-cups and propped them higher. "Is that what you meant, Kelsey?"
"I don't know. Take your pick. Sister Margaret probably hasn't even been fingered for that long," Kelsey snarked.
"Kels! We're in church!" Blair whispered, but giggled right along with Tiffany anyway. She arched her foot up until her bare sole plunked out of the pressurized hold of the flat. Stretching it to and fro, she settled the plush underside back into its holster long before Ted had his fill of furtive staring.
"Well, I don't know about the rest of you..." Larissa began. Despite contributing nothing to the conversation yet, her soft words instantly caused her three compatriots to pay undivided attention. The queen bee twirled a slender finger through her fiery hairdo, and quietly pivoted her black-soled high heel on a fallen communion wafer. It cracked to powder beneath the grinding pressure of the girl's shoe. "...but the only way I'm going to get all that work done is by taking some extra time in one of the study rooms. Maybe Room 110. No one's ever in there."
"That sounds cool. Are we all gonna meet in there tomorrow morning?" Tiffany asked.
"Yeah, that seems like a good idea," Blaire said.
"No, I don't think so. I'll just do my work alone tomorrow. An hour should be enough," Larissa said, and just like that, the decree was made. None of the other three made an attempt to challenge. "But I'll catch up with you later, once I get a good start."
"Okay," Kelsey answered, suddenly more timid when addressing Larissa. "By the way, I think the reason nobody uses Room 110 is because the AC's broken and the sisters won't get anybody to fix it. So it might be kinda, you know, hot in there."
"That's all right. I like a little sauna action now and again. Besides, while I'm all alone in there, maybe I could just strip down to nothing," Larissa said. Her pretty lips widened to a smarmy smile. She blew courteous air kisses to her friends, waggled her fingers, and strode away. Each step was closely watched by anyone in her immediate vicinity, savoring everything from the confidence of her gait to the way her dark-tinted nylons shone like constellations wherever her pale, shapely legs moved within. Ted peeked around the side of the pillar, careful not to be seen by Larissa's underlings, and watched her exit into the sunshine.
His mission was clear then. To come anywhere near such forbidden fruit, Ted would have to put himself at tremendous risk. Still, the factors at play couldn't be more ideal. One: Room 110 was, supposedly, usually abandoned. Two: Larissa's commanding personality ensured none of her friends would unexpectedly drop by, either. Three: That broken AC would surely mean at least a little dressing down. Ted knew the redhead's comment about stripping to nothing was made in sexily jesting earnest, but nevertheless, there was at least the possibility of minor disrobing.
Specifically, Larissa's feet. Ted had only caught distant fleeting glimpses of them before, but on those rare occasions in church when Larissa liberated the occupants of her high heels, the boy was entranced by their pinkish-white complexion, the tapestry of fleshy creases, and the coy way she'd roll and flex her soles to continually alter their shape. He could only imagine what those peds would look like from up close.
Finally, this morning, after playing hooky from his own Catholic school and somehow sneaking inside the all-girls academy unseen to Room 110 before the first bell tolled, Ted would no longer have to simply "imagine." He would see it for himself.
The minutes ticked by, with no sign of the guest of honor. Kelsey wasn't bluffing about the atmosphere in this room. It was stale, almost muggy, and Ted was starting to get seriously uncomfortable. However, he couldn't risk moving, with so much at stake. Just when he was beginning to think of chickening out, though, he heard the doorknob turn, followed by delicate yet proud footsteps across the ancient carpet. Though Ted didn't dare look out from under the tablecloth, he knew the pace of that stride like a religious anthem. Moreover, he heard muffled pop tunes coming from cranked-up earbuds, and the owner's own melodic voice humming along to the song.
Larissa had arrived.