Before we begin, I will say this story is fiction and strictly fantasy...
...or is it?
I flat out had a massive crush on my best friend Brittany. It was our freshman year of college and we had met through a dating app about 6 months prior. We had agreed to date each other once we got to school, which made it all the more shocking when she ended up with a boyfriend. I was hurt, but I didn't stop crushing on her. She had an amazing athletic body despite the fact she really didn't play any kind of sport, but had long, strong, tan legs that...oh man.
I was also upfront with her about my foot and shoe fetish. It didn't really bother her, and she would occasionally send me pictures or whatever, so I was cool with it. Her feet were pretty big for a girl, at least a size 10 if I remember right, and she had a lot of trouble finding shoes she liked. She wore a lot of the plain black flip flops, alternated between two pairs of Nike Shox, a pair of Uggs, and I think I saw her wear heels maybe once. She didn't have a huge collection at school, but what she had was well used.
So back to our relationship. Because I wanted to still be a good friend, I ended up hanging out with her and her boyfriend-we'll call him Dave-and actually became pretty close friends with him. Don't get me wrong, I always had a piece of me that resented him for taking the spot that was supposed to be reserved for me, but with time I slowly stopped caring about that as I met more people and started seeing someone else from school. But I still got off hardest to no one but Brittany and her giant feet.
Now, I said she didn't play anything in particular, but the girl was fit and worked out. Every time she went to the rec center she would ask if I wanted to go with, and I knew if I did I'd just pop a boner staring at her so I would decline. So I didn't.
As time passed I got to know Dave more and more, and because Brittany and I had always been open about sexual things we began to discuss these as well. Suddenly I found out that he shared my biggest fetish: he loved her shoes, feet, and socks almost as much as I did. He didn't go to the same school and only came to visit once a month or so, but I said next time he comes in we should get rid of her somehow and raid her closet. He agreed.
One day towards the end of fall semester he devised a plan. He made up a story to one of Brittany's other friends about how she had a rough week and he would appreciate if she invited Brittany to see a movie Friday night. She would then mention it to him saying she wished she could go, and he would say to go ahead, that he would hang out with me. The plan worked, and we got rid of her for a few hours. We weren't concerned with her psycho roommate, who was never there anyway. I went over to Brittany's dorm, and found Dave with all of Brittany's shoes already strewn out on the bed. It was on.
"Hey bro. What do you think?"
I mean, the bulge in my sweatpants probably told him what I thought, but I mumbled something anyway about "wow" or something lame like that.
"What do you think? Should we?" He said, pointing to her roommate's very neat and organized closet. I shrugged as to say "why not?" and he began digging through her drawers while I perused what I should use first. So many choices. I ended up with my favorites: her mostly white with hints of gray custom Nike Shox, while Dave came up with a pair of her roommate's-let's call her, Jessica-moccasins, which at the time were extremely popular among college girls.