The Flip Flop Girl

Flip Flop Girl Gets Her Freak On

For us foot lovers, and for anyone who loves sex, this photo of Madonna is simply amazing!!!

If that photo were turned into a statue, I would pray at its altar. I would be kneeling down and the soles of my feet would be fully exposed. And I'd have my boyfriend lick them.

All this reminds me of where I left off with my story....

So, I'm not nearly ready to stop posting about my hot lover, Brian. I'd say we knew we had found something really good between us and we were going to hold onto it and enjoy it. I can't say I fell into deep love with him but we sure had the deep lust down. Hey, it was high school....

I remember so clearly that morning the two of us finally going at it in the newspaper lab.

"Hmmm, Brian, so that's how you interview all your subjects?"

"This is going to be an on-going interview. I see a book in your future."

Funny that he said he saw a book in my future. This was definitely a whole new chapter for me as I gave into my desires with a partner on the same page.

"Eat my pussy."

He gently lapped away.

"Hold my feet."

He rubbed the soles and kept kissing and sucking.

"Suck my toes."

He obeyed.

We could sense some movement outside and looked at each other. He gave me a long kiss on the mouth.

We were still naked and all over each other.

"Sit down on the floor."

There he sat. His gorgeous cock still so hard. The condom full of his cum lying right next to him.

"Lift up your foot, babe."

I started lapping away at his foot. And sucking on his big toe. We were about to start in on a whole new love-making session when we could clearly hear people outside.

"Sweetie, we better get dressed..."

He reached over and kissed me again. I remember it seeming to last oh so long but it was likely no more than a few seconds. I remember him helping me up. That was a very nice touch. I remember us helping each other find our clothes and my starting to feel like we had entered into something. I did like him. He was there for me as I discovered so much more about myself.

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Flip Flop Girl's Life: Back to Brian, More of our Sexcapades

Okay, in the big picture, this wasn't that long ago but it wasn't yesterday either. I was seventeen. It was my senior year. It was back in 1998. I remember being into Busta Rhymes. I remember my favorite movie was The Dreamlife of Angels. That and Rushmore. And I remember feeling pretty content and maybe a little full of myself. I had matched myself up with this boy who was really hot and who satisfied all my growing sexual needs. Looking back, he didn't have the dark and brooding, and frankly more interesting, qualities of David. But I had told myself that I wasn't going to look back. David was long gone from my life. I didn't want to open any wounds and we kept away from each other so well that it should have scared me a little. Now, with Brian, he was someone so full of confidence. Full of a great deal of confidence, maybe more so than promise but these were details I was willing to overlook. That first "interview" had cut deep inside me and I'd become addicted to the thrill. I was a very good student but, beyond school, all I could think of was more ways of getting it on with him.

I must tell you that to have your special kink suddenly indulged by a sweet stranger does things to you that you can't expect or know how to fully process until much time has passed. Right then, with Brian, all I wanted was more of the same. I wanted my naked feet dangling from my desk at school and he strategically running his hand by them during class. And, more than anything, I wanted to go back to that "interview." Yes, the "interview," as he called it, became a big thing for me right away and I know he got lost in it too. It wasn't but a few days later that we found each other back where we started. He called me the night before and said rather sheepishly that he had a few more questions for me for his article and wanted to know if I would be interested in stopping by the lab the next morning.

"Do you want to suck my toes?" I aksed, all sultry and insolent.

"That could be a big part of the interview. We'll have to see."

"Do you like the way my feet look? The toes so long and elegant, all so perfectly formed, all crowned with such beautiful nails. The skin so creamy. Every inch of skin a pure delight."

"Rachel, are we having phone sex?"

"Yeah."

"I want to feel your soles against my face..."

"Are you jerking off already?"

"It didn't take much to get me going."

"Maybe you should save it for tomorrow."

"What did you have in mind?"

"It depends on how things go."

"How is that?"

"As long as we don't get caught."

"Are you going to hold back like last time if you get scared?"

"No. I mean, if we get caught, we get caught. We'd be forced to stop."

"Oh, Rachel, I'd keep fucking no matter what. There could be the principal right behind me trying to pull me off you and I'd just keep going until I spurt."

"You better bring a condom."

"God, it's so ready to cum right now."

"Go ahead, I don't want you to be too overworked."

"Pretend you have both of my feet right up against your face. You can smell them all you like. How do they smell?"

"They're sweaty and I love it!"

"How do they taste?"

"Like pure honey!"

"Like what?"

"Honey!"

"Keep sucking that honey, honey."

"Oh, Rachel, I think I'm going to..."

"See ya tomorrow."

We got off to as early a start as possible. Brian had a key to the lab and so we were able to get a head start on everyone. We knew we didn't have much time and we knew what we wanted. It was such an awesome thrill. We hadn't seen each other totally naked yet so we got high off that as we stripped off the moment we got inside that classroom. He started sucking on my tits and I grabbed for his cock. It was even bigger than I thought it was. I couldn't wait to suck on it. I knelt down and took it into my mouth. He groaned and even gasped a little. I remember squeezing his ass while I sucked. Then I layed down on the floor and raised both of my feet up in the air. He knelt down and started lapping away at the soles as he jerked off. Aw, it was like an out-of-body experience. It was so intense and we started to lose track of time. I didn't like what I was doing in the sense of it being so reckless but that also made it so much sweeter for me. When I finally saw him wrap his dick in a condom, I felt such a relief to know we weren't completely insane! He pounded away with just the right pressure and managed to keep going long enough for me to cum once, twice, maybe more. It was needed. I felt release...so much so that I felt I'd gotten it out of my system. It was the best morning in school I'd ever had!

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Flip Flop Girl Finds Flip Flop Boy

It was in my senior year that I really came around to becoming the flip flop girl I am today. I think my chickens came home to roost, as they say. All the things that were burning inside me, all my desires, all my fantasies, had to be met head on. There was no turning back. I was a glorious young woman in full bloom and in full command of whatever her heart desired. Nothing really left to stop me. I had gotten to taste two extremes in boy action: one wild but stupid and the other mild, maybe distant, leaving me wanting more. That fall, I set aside my Doc Martens, and started out the year in some hellishly red flip flops with hot red nail polish to match. I was on fire and I wanted people to know it. I was smart, as smart as a teenager could be I thought, but I also wanted to shake things up and do it on my terms.


Having said that, I do regret that I didn't make things work with David. At the time, I put a lot of it off on him. I was going with my feelings and my feelings were very strong. In the end, if you can't trust your gut, what do you have, right? Well, I certainly wasn't being logical and even-tempered about it. I was working from some deep-seated passions that weren't being met. That's how I felt at the time. And when you're a teen in heat, you sometimes can't think straight. All of this fire within me led me to Brian, a guy who was cool without trying. He was handsome, athletic, and a quick wit. He also seemed to know what he was doing. There was no awkwardness with him. I remember thinking about him while I was still with David. I remember contemplating somehow getting to know him. And then, on that first day of class, he walked up to me. He said he was continuing on as part of the staff for our school paper and he wanted to do a profile on me. It was perfect. He said he liked my illustrations from last year's yearbook and even wondered if I might want to join the newspaper staff. Well, whatever he asked, I was going to say yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Then he put the icing on the cake. He looked down at my feet and smiled. "You have very pretty feet." Oh, my god. Guys had said that but not the right guy and Brian was looking very much like the right guy! And things only got better. They got better really fast.

Brian asked if I'd like to meet him in our newspaper lab for the interview the next day before classes started. Of course I would! I didn't see him again until that next morning. It was so exciting to finally start in on something with him. I knew it was suppose to just be an interview but I also knew that most of these high school features were just fun fluff: a chance to flirt, gossip, or whatever. I had applied a new coat of candy apple red to my toes and offset it with hot pink flip flops. I distinctly remember he couldn't get his eyes off my feet the moment I walked in the door. The feeling was so intense it gives me goose bumps even today, considering what happened next.

We made ourselves comfortable at a long table with chairs facing each other. I had a feeling I could do just about anything and Brian didn't let me down. Without thinking, I pushed my feet up and plopped them down on his lap. "Brian, before we do anything, I really could use a foot massage." He kept looking at my feet. I wiggled my toes, the flip flops starting to come loose. He took hold of both my feet.

"Rachel, you do have such pretty feet. How did you know I would appreciate them?"

"You told me yourself yesterday!"

"I did start to say that. But I didn't say how much."

"Show me."

This is what did it for me.

He slid off one flip flop and raised my foot to his face.

"They smell like roses."

I giggled. I wasn't sure what would happen next. I was coming close to being on the edge of my seat.

He still had the flip flop in his hand. I think he was rubbing it between his fingers.

"Rachel, I'm really turned on."

I felt like I was at the height of sophistication. I felt invincable. It was like the two of us were having a good laugh on everyone else. We knew something no one else did. We were hot. We were horny. And we were smart as hell.

He pressed my foot to his mouth and started lapping away like a dog. I scrunched up my toes and he licked all the little crevices. I spread my toes and he licked everywhere in between. I was shaking. I was wet. I couldn't believe how lucky I could be. I needed this so bad. Brian. Yes. He had unlocked a door that was going to stay open from now on.

This was only the start. I knew it was only going to get better but not necessarily right then. I pulled my foot away.

"Oh, Brian, you don't know how much I needed that. But I want to hold back, ease back."

"You're right, Rachel. This is new for me too. I mean, like this, just out of the blue."

"I just don't want us to get caught being stupid about things."

"I know."

And I'm glad I put the brakes on it when I did just to let him know I wasn't some out-of-control nympho. I wasn't really into living out some porn fantasy once I came to my senses. I'd like to think Brian would have stopped too at some point. But then, just as soon as we had calmed down, I know I started thinking about how hot that was. It left me wanting more and I instinctively felt it left him wanting more too--but in a good way. I know that was my logic. And it worked. It worked very well and led to fullfilling everything I could have wanted back then as we embarked on our new shared path.

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Flip Flop Girl: My Bloody Valentine, My First Love

You would think that a girl calling herself "The Flip Flop Girl" would have been in heaven during high school. Hormones are surging and every fucking day is like going to the beach--or it can be. So many girls, so many of them, parading up and down the halls in flip flops. You tell me what's going on there. You ask one of them if they have a thing for feet, or inclined towards creative foot love, and there's no telling what the response might be. The more bold ones might fess up to a sexual connection. Others would deny any such connection. And still others would maybe blush but give such a coy smile that would leave you wondering. I suppose I have to admit that I trod around in flip flops still not sure of what I wanted and might have been shy to admit how hedonistic I felt inside. Better to let my feet speak for themselves, right? And then see what happens. I think that is how a lot of girls tackle it: they know that pampered feet in flip flops equals a sexually charged image but they may or may not come out and say it.

You would also think that after that summer of decadent playing doctor with Timmy boy that I would be in a rush to get my next sexual high. I would be this liberated libertine ready to hop in bed with the first football player I could find. Well, the truth is, that I did feel free after Tim but I was also a bit spooked by it all. I think what I really wanted and maybe actually needed was a gentle geeky boy.

David turned out to be the proper boyfriend I'd been looking for. It's a little painful to write about him. He did nothing wrong but ultimately I had to give the big, "It's not you, It's me" speech that no one wants to give until they feel there is no other way. David is actually someone I'd be curious to see how he's doing these days, as opposed to Tim who left me cold. As with Tim, so with David. He was important for my development. I don't mean to sound cold myself. In fact, at the time, I can say that I was in love with David. He was my rock. He was the guy I could depend upon. And, at the time, we fell deeply in love right from the start like a couple of crazy romantics.

We shared freshman English and had gotten to know each other fairly quickly and found ourselves inseparable. The two of us looked great together and we could banter back and forth like we'd known each other forever. The two of us were tall and thin and fabulous. He was actually a little thinner than me. I never went in for looking a certain way and had nice curves. Well, I still do. He, on the other hand, was perhaps a bit too lanky. He was always on the go, very much into soccer. I never got into sports that much. I've always enjoyed running and going to the gym but never much inclined to competitive sports. Anyway, he was a bundle of energy. He had dreams of becoming a writer someday. And he was very much into music. He was very much an Anglophile and leaned towards a mod look. As we eased into becoming a couple, I suppose I found myself becoming modish too. I know I wasn't wearing flip flops as much. Actually, you'd have more likely found me wearing Doc Martens.

I remember the first time he got me back to his room. He had such a massive collection of LP's along with CD's that it scared me at first. We listened to My Bloody Valentine. As we lay on his bed, he started to get a little more excited. He always seemed a bit sad but the prospect of sex seemed to liven him up. It was no more of his comparing me to the Pre-Raphaelites and now it was on to business. I found his kissing me a little forced and hard but I was getting turned on all the same. He was too silent. I wanted to hear a little more before he got to the goods but he seemed intent to see how far he could get. He got as far as my bra. "Do you want me as your girlfriend?" I blurted out. He nodded. "Do you want me?" I taunted. He leaned over to undo my bra and I grabbed him by the ears. "Do you want to fuck your girlfriend?" "Yes, I certainly do." Off came my bra. I think my tits must have been tingling, just waiting to be played with by the right boy. I wanted to go further but wanted to have some sign that he would stick around. "You will still call me, won't you?" That got his attention. "Oh, Rachel, how could you think I wouldn't?" And that really got to me. Off came my jeans and I let him take care of the panties. He showed me a condom and I felt we were off to a very good start indeed.

We did go out to the beach since it was so convenient and that was where I got to dig my toes in the sand and make out with him and come to feel that I sort of wanted to combine the two sensations. I remember once in his room, very innocently and playfully, putting my toes to his mouth but he just turned his head. He didn't acknowledge it or anything. Just turned his head. He really should have responded in some way. Anything would have been better than nothing, as I look back on it. I was shy and still didn't know what I was doing. He was shy too. Perhaps if he'd presented a stronger personality, that would have made up for it. Perhaps if he'd been more free with himself and more creative in bed, I wouldn't have felt like I was missing something.

I am so lucky to have been with David. We were very good for each other. With him, I became a better person and learned a lot of good things that help me out even today. I became more disciplined about my studies and took my life more seriously. Perhaps I would have done the same without him but he was the guy I did it with, the guy who helped me through a lot.

It's sad how vivid our last time together is for me. We were going to go out in support of yet another cool local band when I decided to have "the talk." I had already started to become unpleasant to be with and I know he'd gotten the hint that we were drifting.

Me: We need to talk.

Him: Oh, no, not that. Look, I know we need...I know I need to try harder.

Me: If you only knew. If you only knew how.

Him: I thought we were perfectly matched. There's no other couple as perfectly matched as the two of us.

Me: David, maybe that's part of the problem. Maybe we're too matched in some ways, the less important ways.

David: I don't want to hear anymore of this. You need time to think it over. That's all. You need time. More time. You need more time.

I remember he made a point of cutting the night short. He was so sure that if only I had more time to think. But I didn't need one more second to think and I didn't take it. We hugged but I refused to kiss him. And I never returned his calls. I never did anything else with him. Maybe if he'd actually given me "more time" I wouldn't have cut him off but he started calling me right away so I felt I had no other choice. Once things were set into motion, there was no turning back. I felt terrible but I also felt great relief. I never really cried over him and that made me feel bad but it turned out to help me realize how I'd made the right choice.

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