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*YSH = Yourself Here

At first glance you didn't really notice her, the transfer student from up north, an athletic type, who always came out of gym or practice in sweat drenched clothes. Although she played hard in whatever sport caught her fancy, there was an aura of shyness about her, but even though popularity escaped her, you still felt she was way out of your league.

The day you met her unexpectedly was the day that changed your life. She had been walking out of the locker room, her athletic department shirt soaked as usual, but she was having trouble keeping the duffel bag hoisted over her shoulder. You pretended to be busy arranging the contents of your locker, when the sound of tearing fabric, followed by a loud thud caught your attention.

"Damn it!" she yelled, seeing the now strapless bag on the floor in disbelief. "Why do they make me carry so much crap?"

The hallway was practically empty, you had stayed late to finish a paper, while she had athletic obligations. Any students that might have heard and noticed her dismay weren't interested in caring, let alone helping. You noticed her struggle try to lift the bag haphazardly, but one side always seemed to slump, regardless of how she tried to carry it. You gulped. You could help, but you were nervous. She was pretty after all. You sighed, closed your locker, and hoisted your backpack over your shoulder and walked over.

"N-Need a hand?" you said, shyly. She stood up and placed her hands on her hips.

"That would be great, thank you," she said smiling at you. You bent over and grasped one side of the bag, while she grasped the other side, and together you lifted it. She giggled a little bit, and added, "I swear, there's not a body in here."

You stifled a laugh, you didn't want to lose your concentration since you didn't anticipate how heavy it would actually be. You tried to lift it higher, and as you did, you applied a bit of pressure, and an interesting aroma came from the bag. You had smelled it before, years ago, but couldn't recall why you liked it, then in an instant it hit you, this was the smell of her dirty shoes and socks: the smell of her feet.

Why did you like the smell of dirty feet? You didn't know, yet as she tried to talk to you about something, your mind was elsewhere. You couldn't help but glance down at her sneakered feet, wondering what they looked like bare, and what they smelled like now. The school's policy forbid students from showering at school, and you were sure that her feet must be rank, and her socks drenched with sweat. You swallowed, and came back out of thought. You looked around you and saw that you were in the school's parking lot and were about to place the bag into the trunk of her older sister's car. She smiled and thanked you, and you smiled back. As soon as they drove off, those thoughts returned, and you knew one thing: You wanted more.

That night you hopped on Discord and immediately began to tell your tale on your favorite foot centric server. You were much more comfortable online, and could ask daring questions, but didn't anticipate the responses.

"Are you stupid? Telling a girl anything about feet will surely get you two things: a kick in the balls and a restraining order. Fantasize about it, but that's it."

"Yeah, I agree. Unless you make her your gf then your chances of her not whaling on you after are pretty slim, but hey maybe in the spring she might wear flip flops."

However, one response, which the poster claimed to be a joke caught your attention, and you wondered for a moment if it would be possible: "Just sneak into the locker room, and if she happens to go somewhere, just steal a sock, Lmao."

A flurry of animated emoji responses flooded the chat for a moment after that, with several users laughing at the ludicrous idea, but you pondered again, could it be done? You logged off, and went to bed, surely to dream of this.

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The following morning you sat on your bed, that strange idea still fresh in your head, and as you readied yourself for school you decided that if you wanted to A.) Avoid any awkwardness and B.) Get near her feet. This seemed like the only way you'd be able to.

The final school bell rang and you hung around your locker once again pretending to arrange things. As the final students exited the hall, you nonchalantly walked to the entrance of the girl's locker room. Maybe you could pretend you were a foreign exchange student looking for the restroom, and just accidentally wander in? No. People had seen you around, and most probably knew you from one class or another. The large doors to the gymnasium opened and closed, and you heard the sound of a faint whistle. Looking around, you slowly crept inside, and found a nook between a wall and a large trashcan.

Time seemed to go by so slow, and you nearly dozed off, but the sound of loud girls returning to the locker room perked you right up. Beads of sweat rolled down your forehead, and you hoped the spot was secure enough. Waves of thoughts of what could happen to you if caught ran through your head. There was a moment when you thought you'd run, but the sound of her voice brought you back. To your luck she was just across the narrow pathway between lockers.

A few minutes later the sound of closing locker doors rang within the room, and a girl called to her.

"No, don't wait up. My sister's coming for me. Yeah, I'll catch you guys later."

From your vantage point you could see that she hadn't changed yet. You blinked, confused as to why. Your legs were falling asleep from being crouched for so long, and without warning, they gave out on you and you slumped to the side, knocking the trash can over. Your goose was cooked, you bit your lip.

The girl's head perked up, and she saw you laying there. She walked over, barefoot, and stood in front of you.

"The boys locker room is on the other side of the building," she said giggling.

"What?" you asked, confused.

"I'm just trying to diffuse the situation. Why did you sneak in here?" she said. She didn't sound angry.

"I don't know, I..." you froze and managed to sit up. Her glorious feet were just inches from your hands. You gazed at them, and noticed their complexion, slightly lighter than the rest of her. Her toenails were perfectly trimmed, and well maintained despite them being natural and unpolished, and you could see specks of lint from her socks. You did your best to conceal your breathing, but your flaring nostrils were noticeable. Even from mere inches away, the stench of her freshly worked out feet filled your nasal pathways, it was an incredible scent and it made your head spin. You closed your eyes and leaned back against the wall. All was perfect, until you realized she had been glaring at you while you gawked at her feet. It didn't take long for her to piece things together, and the sound of her laughter brought you out of your foot filled trance.

"You snuck in here to see my feet?" she said, giggling. "No... wait... you wanted to smell them?" Your ears and face felt hot, and you looked at her as she laughed. "It's no wonder you were in a daze yesterday. I'll tell you something. You're the first guy to sneak in here for that!"

You were lost for words. Was she actually okay with it?

"I don't think there's anyone here, so if you want, you can smell them," she said, lifting up a foot and fanning her toes. "I gotta warn you, it's hell week so coach is really running us wild. They might be too much for you."

You only heard part of what she said, your mind was fixated on her soft looking pink sole. You caught a glimpse of a smirk before her foot obstructed your vision. Having it close to your nose seemed like heaven on earth. You could still feel the steam of her toes being within her shoes on your face. Her foot felt slightly clammy from being covered in sweat, and the area between her toes was the most potent with odor. She giggled and leaned against the wall.

"Let's hope we don't get caught, if we do. You're taking the fall! After all, you're the one who's not supposed to be here."

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Art From: Gelbooru.

Description
*YSH = Yourself Here

At first glance you didn't really notice her, the transfer student from up north, an athletic type, who always came out of gym or practice in sweat drenched clothes. Although she played hard in whatever sport caught her fancy, there was an aura of shyness about her, but even though popularity escaped her, you still felt she was way out of your league.

The day you met her unexpectedly was the day that changed your life. She had been walking out of the locker room, her athletic department shirt soaked as usual, but she was having trouble keeping the duffel bag hoisted over her shoulder. You pretended to be busy arranging the contents of your locker, when the sound of tearing fabric, followed by a loud thud caught your attention.

"Damn it!" she yelled, seeing the now strapless bag on the floor in disbelief. "Why do they make me carry so much crap?"

The hallway was practically empty, you had stayed late to finish a paper, while she had athletic obligations. Any students that might have heard and noticed her dismay weren't interested in caring, let alone helping. You noticed her struggle try to lift the bag haphazardly, but one side always seemed to slump, regardless of how she tried to carry it. You gulped. You could help, but you were nervous. She was pretty after all. You sighed, closed your locker, and hoisted your backpack over your shoulder and walked over.

"N-Need a hand?" you said, shyly. She stood up and placed her hands on her hips.

"That would be great, thank you," she said smiling at you. You bent over and grasped one side of the bag, while she grasped the other side, and together you lifted it. She giggled a little bit, and added, "I swear, there's not a body in here."

You stifled a laugh, you didn't want to lose your concentration since you didn't anticipate how heavy it would actually be. You tried to lift it higher, and as you did, you applied a bit of pressure, and an interesting aroma came from the bag. You had smelled it before, years ago, but couldn't recall why you liked it, then in an instant it hit you, this was the smell of her dirty shoes and socks: the smell of her feet.

Why did you like the smell of dirty feet? You didn't know, yet as she tried to talk to you about something, your mind was elsewhere. You couldn't help but glance down at her sneakered feet, wondering what they looked like bare, and what they smelled like now. The school's policy forbid students from showering at school, and you were sure that her feet must be rank, and her socks drenched with sweat. You swallowed, and came back out of thought. You looked around you and saw that you were in the school's parking lot and were about to place the bag into the trunk of her older sister's car. She smiled and thanked you, and you smiled back. As soon as they drove off, those thoughts returned, and you knew one thing: You wanted more.

That night you hopped on Discord and immediately began to tell your tale on your favorite foot centric server. You were much more comfortable online, and could ask daring questions, but didn't anticipate the responses.

"Are you stupid? Telling a girl anything about feet will surely get you two things: a kick in the balls and a restraining order. Fantasize about it, but that's it."

"Yeah, I agree. Unless you make her your gf then your chances of her not whaling on you after are pretty slim, but hey maybe in the spring she might wear flip flops."

However, one response, which the poster claimed to be a joke caught your attention, and you wondered for a moment if it would be possible: "Just sneak into the locker room, and if she happens to go somewhere, just steal a sock, Lmao."

A flurry of animated emoji responses flooded the chat for a moment after that, with several users laughing at the ludicrous idea, but you pondered again, could it be done? You logged off, and went to bed, surely to dream of this.

---

The following morning you sat on your bed, that strange idea still fresh in your head, and as you readied yourself for school you decided that if you wanted to A.) Avoid any awkwardness and B.) Get near her feet. This seemed like the only way you'd be able to.

The final school bell rang and you hung around your locker once again pretending to arrange things. As the final students exited the hall, you nonchalantly walked to the entrance of the girl's locker room. Maybe you could pretend you were a foreign exchange student looking for the restroom, and just accidentally wander in? No. People had seen you around, and most probably knew you from one class or another. The large doors to the gymnasium opened and closed, and you heard the sound of a faint whistle. Looking around, you slowly crept inside, and found a nook between a wall and a large trashcan.

Time seemed to go by so slow, and you nearly dozed off, but the sound of loud girls returning to the locker room perked you right up. Beads of sweat rolled down your forehead, and you hoped the spot was secure enough. Waves of thoughts of what could happen to you if caught ran through your head. There was a moment when you thought you'd run, but the sound of her voice brought you back. To your luck she was just across the narrow pathway between lockers.

A few minutes later the sound of closing locker doors rang within the room, and a girl called to her.

"No, don't wait up. My sister's coming for me. Yeah, I'll catch you guys later."

From your vantage point you could see that she hadn't changed yet. You blinked, confused as to why. Your legs were falling asleep from being crouched for so long, and without warning, they gave out on you and you slumped to the side, knocking the trash can over. Your goose was cooked, you bit your lip.

The girl's head perked up, and she saw you laying there. She walked over, barefoot, and stood in front of you.

"The boys locker room is on the other side of the building," she said giggling.

"What?" you asked, confused.

"I'm just trying to diffuse the situation. Why did you sneak in here?" she said. She didn't sound angry.

"I don't know, I..." you froze and managed to sit up. Her glorious feet were just inches from your hands. You gazed at them, and noticed their complexion, slightly lighter than the rest of her. Her toenails were perfectly trimmed, and well maintained despite them being natural and unpolished, and you could see specks of lint from her socks. You did your best to conceal your breathing, but your flaring nostrils were noticeable. Even from mere inches away, the stench of her freshly worked out feet filled your nasal pathways, it was an incredible scent and it made your head spin. You closed your eyes and leaned back against the wall. All was perfect, until you realized she had been glaring at you while you gawked at her feet. It didn't take long for her to piece things together, and the sound of her laughter brought you out of your foot filled trance.

"You snuck in here to see my feet?" she said, giggling. "No... wait... you wanted to smell them?" Your ears and face felt hot, and you looked at her as she laughed. "It's no wonder you were in a daze yesterday. I'll tell you something. You're the first guy to sneak in here for that!"

You were lost for words. Was she actually okay with it?

"I don't think there's anyone here, so if you want, you can smell them," she said, lifting up a foot and fanning her toes. "I gotta warn you, it's hell week so coach is really running us wild. They might be too much for you."

You only heard part of what she said, your mind was fixated on her soft looking pink sole. You caught a glimpse of a smirk before her foot obstructed your vision. Having it close to your nose seemed like heaven on earth. You could still feel the steam of her toes being within her shoes on your face. Her foot felt slightly clammy from being covered in sweat, and the area between her toes was the most potent with odor. She giggled and leaned against the wall.

"Let's hope we don't get caught, if we do. You're taking the fall! After all, you're the one who's not supposed to be here."

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Art From: Gelbooru.