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There was a musty old shed on the far end of campus that no girls dared to enter. An urban legend spoke of a strange phenomenon in which two female students, when locked within the shed would begin to crave each other's feet after 30 minutes.

"That is just a bunch of baloney!" said dark haired Sarah clutching her books against her chest. Her friend Heather walked next to her, struggling with her backpack. She hoisted it up higher on her shoulder and brushed away a few strands of her blonde hair that got in her eyes.

"You think so?" asked Heather, dropping the bag on a bench. The walk from their last class of the day to their preferred hang out spot was far and she was far more exhausted than Sarah.

"Hell yeah! The only reason people talk so much about it, is because it's been locked for years!" said Sarah taking out a couple of bottles of water, and handing one to Heather. "If it was accessible, I'd go there with you and everyone would see that it's all a bunch of hooey!"

The girls sat there for a moment and pondered why it had been locked to begin with. Was it due to vandalism? Drug abuse? Marijuana smokers? The more they thought about it, the more they wanted to go inside it.

***

The next afternoon, Sarah had come walking rather happily to the hang out area. Heather had a much lighter load to carry and had managed to get there earlier than Sarah.

"What's got you so happy? Did you get laid or something?" said Heather laughing.

"What? No! Yours truly got us in!" she said beaming. Heather blinked in confusion. "I talked with the janitor, and convinced him to let us go into the shed. I made some stuff up about how we're trying to establish a 'beautification committee' for the school and that we need to take a look at the shed to figure out how to rennovate it. He's going to unlock it for us now. Let's go!"

The girls arrived at the shed. It was quite a decrepit looking building. Most of the walls had been rebuilt using a type of sheet metal, and the windows were caked with dust. The flimsy door looked like it didn't need a lock, but it was open and the girls stepped in. Inside the shed were old paint buckets, a folded up ladder and a few old classroom chairs. The old linoleum flooring made a strange squishy sound with each step the girls took. Heather closed the door behind them.

"Okay, now what? I figured there would be some sort of magic or curse or something," said Sarah disappointed.

"Well maybe we have to sit down," suggested Heather pointing at the chairs. The girls sat down in front of the other, it was quiet expect for the sound of Sarah's watch. As they sat there they noticed that the temperature in the room was slowly rising. It had been a mild day, average temperature for a mid-spring March weekday. Yet the shed started to feel more like a sauna.

Sarah undid her shoes and kicked them off, and removed her long, white stockings. Heather followed suit with her shoes and black ankle high socks. Although they felt slightly cooler, sweat dripped down their arms and legs. Heather started to giggle.

"You know," she began, wiping sweat from her forehead. "I never realized that your middle toe is slightly longer than the rest of your toes." She gazed at Sarah's feet, who stretched her toes and wiggled them slightly.

"Do you exfoliate? Your feet look like they just came back from the beauty salon." said Sarah also noticing her friends feet. Heather stuck a foot close to Sarah's face and nodded.

Suddenly Sarah grasped Heather's ankle and shoved her feet into her face and inhaled deeply, causing Heather to exhale heavily. Heather returned the favor by grabbing Sarah's already raised foot and running her tongue underneath her toes.

Both girls were now drenched in sweat, and their feet started to emit odors but they couldn't seem to stop smelling and sucking each other's feet.

"Your feet stink!" said Heather laughing.

"Yours aren't exactly a boquet of flowers!" retorted Sarah.

Both girls found themselves in a fit of laughter, and suddenly realized what had happened. They seemed to snap into reality and gazed around the dirty shed, and gasped at their clothes now full of dirt, and their bare feet inches from each other's faces.

"Whoa...," said Sarah. "Did we just?"

"Let's pretend we didn't?" asked Heather nervously.

"Yeah. We tell absolutely no one," demanded Sarah.

"Got it. But your feet smell worse!" said Heather sticking her tongue out and ran out of the shed clasping her shoes and socks in her arms with Sarah trailing after her.

Description
There was a musty old shed on the far end of campus that no girls dared to enter. An urban legend spoke of a strange phenomenon in which two female students, when locked within the shed would begin to crave each other's feet after 30 minutes.

"That is just a bunch of baloney!" said dark haired Sarah clutching her books against her chest. Her friend Heather walked next to her, struggling with her backpack. She hoisted it up higher on her shoulder and brushed away a few strands of her blonde hair that got in her eyes.

"You think so?" asked Heather, dropping the bag on a bench. The walk from their last class of the day to their preferred hang out spot was far and she was far more exhausted than Sarah.

"Hell yeah! The only reason people talk so much about it, is because it's been locked for years!" said Sarah taking out a couple of bottles of water, and handing one to Heather. "If it was accessible, I'd go there with you and everyone would see that it's all a bunch of hooey!"

The girls sat there for a moment and pondered why it had been locked to begin with. Was it due to vandalism? Drug abuse? Marijuana smokers? The more they thought about it, the more they wanted to go inside it.

***

The next afternoon, Sarah had come walking rather happily to the hang out area. Heather had a much lighter load to carry and had managed to get there earlier than Sarah.

"What's got you so happy? Did you get laid or something?" said Heather laughing.

"What? No! Yours truly got us in!" she said beaming. Heather blinked in confusion. "I talked with the janitor, and convinced him to let us go into the shed. I made some stuff up about how we're trying to establish a 'beautification committee' for the school and that we need to take a look at the shed to figure out how to rennovate it. He's going to unlock it for us now. Let's go!"

The girls arrived at the shed. It was quite a decrepit looking building. Most of the walls had been rebuilt using a type of sheet metal, and the windows were caked with dust. The flimsy door looked like it didn't need a lock, but it was open and the girls stepped in. Inside the shed were old paint buckets, a folded up ladder and a few old classroom chairs. The old linoleum flooring made a strange squishy sound with each step the girls took. Heather closed the door behind them.

"Okay, now what? I figured there would be some sort of magic or curse or something," said Sarah disappointed.

"Well maybe we have to sit down," suggested Heather pointing at the chairs. The girls sat down in front of the other, it was quiet expect for the sound of Sarah's watch. As they sat there they noticed that the temperature in the room was slowly rising. It had been a mild day, average temperature for a mid-spring March weekday. Yet the shed started to feel more like a sauna.

Sarah undid her shoes and kicked them off, and removed her long, white stockings. Heather followed suit with her shoes and black ankle high socks. Although they felt slightly cooler, sweat dripped down their arms and legs. Heather started to giggle.

"You know," she began, wiping sweat from her forehead. "I never realized that your middle toe is slightly longer than the rest of your toes." She gazed at Sarah's feet, who stretched her toes and wiggled them slightly.

"Do you exfoliate? Your feet look like they just came back from the beauty salon." said Sarah also noticing her friends feet. Heather stuck a foot close to Sarah's face and nodded.

Suddenly Sarah grasped Heather's ankle and shoved her feet into her face and inhaled deeply, causing Heather to exhale heavily. Heather returned the favor by grabbing Sarah's already raised foot and running her tongue underneath her toes.

Both girls were now drenched in sweat, and their feet started to emit odors but they couldn't seem to stop smelling and sucking each other's feet.

"Your feet stink!" said Heather laughing.

"Yours aren't exactly a boquet of flowers!" retorted Sarah.

Both girls found themselves in a fit of laughter, and suddenly realized what had happened. They seemed to snap into reality and gazed around the dirty shed, and gasped at their clothes now full of dirt, and their bare feet inches from each other's faces.

"Whoa...," said Sarah. "Did we just?"

"Let's pretend we didn't?" asked Heather nervously.

"Yeah. We tell absolutely no one," demanded Sarah.

"Got it. But your feet smell worse!" said Heather sticking her tongue out and ran out of the shed clasping her shoes and socks in her arms with Sarah trailing after her.