Trust, it's one thing that can make or break a friendship. It's something that can take a lifetime to gain, and be gone in a second. It's also one feeling that doesn't require words to describe; enough can be said with body language alone. Rare is it to find friends you instantly feel you can trust within a day or two of meeting based on instinct alone, but it does happen, and it did with the girls and I.
Trample is probably one of the strangest ways to form trust, but nevertheless, it does work. What happened between Cindy, Christie, and I was all that in a nutshell. They trusted me enough to invite me into their home, and I suppose you could say it was trust on my part to let them both stand on me without worrying if I'd get hurt. However, if you were to be in their presence, trust would be the last thing you'd worry about because of the happiness that radiates off of them. That happiness gets you out of any funk you may be in, and genuinely makes you feel accepted. Plus the fact that they're so intuitive about things... it's like they know you before you know yourself. For shy guys like me, it gave me a whole new level of confidence; the way they seemed to figured me out. Most would say I'm a lucky guy, but when you're around these girls, you don't feel lucky, you feel blessed.
These are just some of the things that ran through my mind over and over as we sat through a half hour or so of tales about how the girls' old boyfriends couldn't take a hint that they wanted their feet admired. Pedicures, asking for foot massages with and without saying anything; both even tried standing on the guys they were with only to be disappointed by them not being into it and asking them to get off. The ladies each had their own story to tell.
I threw in a few stories of my own. Some were of victories and some were of disappointments, but my last story was these girls being my greatest victory. Most would like to think that while sharing stories like that, that I would eventually become the footrest for the girls, but not this time. We all played it off in a casual setting of sitting around and telling stories. Perhaps it was the way we approached the stories that made them just as interesting to listen to as it was to do another trample session. One thing I liked about sharing stories with them is that they always had their focus on me as I was telling my tales, of course we all gave each other our full attention, but with their eyes both looking at me with a look that begged to know more, it made me wish I had more to tell. Not a lot to catch up on, but I felt it was worth a mention.
As if on cue, as soon as I finish with what I'm saying, there's a knock at the door.
Cindy jumps from her seat and over my legs as I'm still sitting on the floor, and with another two springy steps, she gets to the door. I have never seen anyone be so excited to answer the door, it's like she's expecting to see the Publishers Clearing House team on the other side. She opens it, screams in excitement as only girls do, and literally picks up and swings around this tiny, five-foot-nothing girl who couldn't have been more than 105 pounds soaking wet.
After a few spins, this poor girl is flung like a top right at me! Needless to say, I'm a slow poke and can't even get my feet out of the way before she trips over them. On the plus side, I'm the one who catches her on the way down, and yeah, because she's so small, there isn't much to catch.
Without missing a beat, Christie perks up and says "Hey, no falling for him, we found him first!"
All of us laugh along with her, but this stranger and I are both blushing red.
"It's not my fault! Cindy threw me into him!" she replies. "Sorry hun, these girls have a strange sense of humor," she says sliding off my lap and swinging her legs off mine, "I'm Kacie, by the way," holding her hand out to shake mine.
"I know. It doesn't take long to figure that out," I reply, honoring her greeting. "I'm Brian."
Cindy is still in hysterical laughter along with Christie as Kacie gets up and charges at Cindy in a playful manner, trying to shove her back but with no success as she remains stationary.
With me being temporarily off the hook, I take a moment to grasp the situation, and finally get a decent look at this new chick. To put it simply, Kacie is pretty much a smaller version of Christie, just with longer, all brunette hair. Her face glows just like Christie's and even has the same dark eyes. Not long after glancing her over, I notice her perfume is still lingering on me from her landing. I can't tell what perfume it is, but it's definitely the kind that once it gets into my nose, it makes me feel all warm inside... yeah, that kind.
I'm broken from my trance when Kacie squeals from being picked up like a baby by Cindy.
"Put me down!" Kacie exclaims as Cindy rocks her back and forth with ease.
Christie gets up from the couch and heads over to help with Cindy's playful assault by tickling Kacie at first, then I see Christie and Cindy's eyes lock. Without a word said, Cindy turns so that Kacie's shoes are within Christie's grasp.
Kacie squeals even louder as she tries kicking her feet away from Christie's hands, "No! Not my shoes! Ahhh!"
She's no match though as Christie quickly removes one shoe, then the other with ease, revealing Kacie's small size 5 socked feet! With laughter filling the room, Cindy finally puts the little lady down. She plops onto the floor as if all the energy had been drained from her legs in her struggle, then reaches for her shoes that Christie drops next to her. I'm thinking that as quickly as she goes for them that she's simply going to put them right back on.
"You guys suck," she adorably pouts in a huff.
"We love you too darlin'," Cindy playfully replies as her laughing fit subsides.
To my surprise, Kacie seems to roll with the punches well as she shoots Cindy a quick, sassy smirk and then turns her attention back to her shoes, undoing the laces. "So what's up?" she asks without making eye contact with anyone.
"Oh, you know, pushing buttons, sharing stories, pushing more buttons, things like that," Christie vaguely replies.
Kacie glares at her for a moment, seemingly puzzled from the response. "Ok?" Looking at me, "how about you... Brian? Is it? What's your story?" she asks as she sets her shoes down and carelessly removes her socks without a second thought. She exposes these amazingly cute feet; her toes adorned with a stunning magenta color, and it makes the task of answering her tricky.
I honestly can't remove my eyes from this girl's toes. "I um... well you know, I watch movies, test limits, share stories, stop drooling...," and catch myself mid-sentence as I feel the embarrassment turn my face red! I swallow my pride and return my focus to her eyes.
"Well that's... less than helpful," she replies smiling, seemingly amused, almost like she wants to laugh but doesn't entirely know what to make of my comment. She stuffs her socks into her shoes, taking her focus off me as she sets them aside.
I cover my face with both hands and take a deep breath, thinking to myself 'what the hell was that?' I'd say I've done pretty well so far, and this new chick shows up and totally throws me off my game. She even landed on me and I did ok with that, but as soon as the socks come off, break out the bumbling idiot moves~
"Smooth," I hear Christie say as her arms wrap around me from behind and pull me back into her. I didn't even notice that she had moved.
I sigh in shame, "Yeah, I know," my hands dropping into my lap.
"Ready for round two?" she whispers into my ear as we both look towards Kacie.
"What? With her here? Nooo, I can't." I reply back in a whisper.
"Oh come now hun, you can't tell me you don't want her walking on you too, am I right?" she says bringing her head forward so that we're looking face to face.
"Well, yeah, but you saw what just happened. She's not going to let me live that down."
"Sure she will. Things like that don't bother her. Come on; let's do round two with her."
"You can really make that happen?"
"I can make anything happen," she replies with a striking amount of confidence. My smile is all the reassurance she needs. "Just follow my lead," she says as she returns to her feet.
As she ascends from the floor, I watch as she catches Cindy's attention, and again with the eye language; Cindy knows exactly what Christie's up to. "Hey, I know a game we can all play."
"What, keep-away with Kacie's shoes?" Kacie replies in a sarcastic tone.
Christie giggles softly to the remark, then tells Kacie, "Close, but No. It's a little game I like to call Three's-a-Crowd." I see Christie biting her lip gently as her and Cindy lock eyes. We all look at Kacie who is looking back up at Christie with the biggest imaginary question mark hovering above her head. I too have never heard it been mentioned like that before, but I know where Christie's going with this, Kacie doesn't.
