The Flip Flop Girl

Sex, Flip Flops, Flipolious Fun, More About Brian

Okay everybody, take a breath, and make yourself extra comfortable. Yes, it's true, Brian knew how to ring a young girl's bell. He knew how to touch the right spots. And, once the die was cast with that first encounter in the newspaper lab, the two of us couldn't keep our hands off each other. We must have tried every sexual position in every conceivable space by the time we had our fill. We became fast friends and fast lovers all at once and it was as good as it could get in high school. I don't think I ever wondered if that was as good as it was ever going to get or anything like that at the time. It was very zen being with Brian.

Oh Brian, it makes me shudder to think sometimes that so much came at me at once way back then. Ah, let me see, let me pick up where I left off. So, we had some quick fun that first time he invited me for an "interview." We went out that same night and it was awesome. We had seen each other and heard about each other enough where it was easy to slide into a very friendly situation. He was very funny and warm and took charge right away: had his arm around me and it wasn't one of those having to look into my eyes and wonder if I was "his girl." The body language, the heat, whatever it was, was on full tilt. Looking back on it, it was really remarkable considering this was still high school. I don't know if I ever really got to know him inside and out. It was more like we knew we were meant to pair up right then for however long we wanted to be together. And it looked like we had no inhibitions to shed. Once we found a cozy spot to park, he jokingly said he was ready to continue with "the interview." This became a running joke which, although not particularly funny, was okay by me.

I had been in flip flops, of course, so I just scooted over and raised my foot to his chest. We were still in his car and it was another impulsive moment. He cradled my foot in his big arms and my foot felt all warm and toasty. He ran his fingers in between the flip flop and my toes and down the sole. And finally slid my flip flop off my foot. I pressed my toes against his fingers and he squeezed. Then I lifted my foot up and he took it into his mouth.

"Brian, go ahead and unzip your fly"

He obeyed and out came such a beautiful dick in need of some air!

"Don't stop licking....and sucking..."

He didn't need me to tell him what to do but he liked it, I'm sure.

All of this was so surreal in a way: cutting to the chase as we did, finding a new route to ecstasy. I think we both felt like we'd discovered something new. Neither of us had done anything quite like this before, I'm sure of it, and that just added to the bond we were forming.

"Brian, let me try this..."

Without missing a beat, we got into comfortable enough positions where I had both feet on his dick. It was a little cramped, of course, but we were charged up enough where we didn't care. Again, just like the newspaper lab, I was turned on and anxious about getting caught one way or another. I remember stroking him faster in hopes he would go ahead and cum. But sometimes faster is not better. And just as I was letting up to ready myself for some slow and smooth moves, he came all over my feet. I remember being so turned on by that and wanting to take it further. I wasn't going to take off any of my clothes right then. And I quickly wondered what he'd do if I put a cum-streaked foot to his face.

Oh, I went ahead and did it--I really did it and didn't care what happened. I put my foot right up to his mouth, the cum still glistening. He moved ever closer and ran his tongue up a line of his freshly squeezed juice. It makes me quiver just to think about it. There was no need for any comments right after that. He liked it. I liked it. I moved my feet away and let out a deep sigh.

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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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Flip Flop Girl: For the Very First Time

I'll go ahead and jump into my first sexual experience because I've been thinking about it since last night. I sort of look at it as dumb luck that it turned out the way it did. Sex is messy. And this was sort of messy while also being less messy than I could have ever expected.

It was the summer before high school. I'd gotten interested in this long haired skinny boy my age. He and I would see each other riding bikes. He smiled at me. I'd smile at him. Then we finally started talking. Tim was very laid back. He told me he liked to smoke pot. He also talked about Hemingway. He was a gentle, sort of spacy, intriguing boy. As for the pot, he never pressured me into smoking with him. And I never showed any interest. Maybe that's why I rarely saw him smoke.

We didn't really go out for very long. It was a mismatch from the start but he shared my love for books so he had me hooked for awhile. He led the way to my introduction to sex. It was odd but I wouldn't change a thing.

We had been going out for a couple of weeks. We kissed. We held hands. Our first movie together was a tape of Eraserhead and that really set the tone for that summer.

We were alone at his home. The parents were away. I don't think his parents realized we were alone but I'd come to learn that they were a very easygoing lot, perhaps too easygoing. They let Tim do as he pleased. He told me that it was his folks who turned him onto weed. I shrugged. We walked out into the backyard. There was a swimming pool and lawn chairs. It was very hot. We were in shorts, tees, and flip flops. As soon as we stepped out onto the deck, he kicked off his flip flops, he threw off his shirt, and pulled off his shorts. He plopped down on a chair with a thud. "What the hell?" I thought as my heart started to race.

"It's okay, Rachel. Feel free to strip off too. Why be a hypocrite? It's hot. It feels better this way, that's all," said Tim so confidently, so matter-of-factly, and so persuasively. I couldn't resist. He had me out of my clothes lounging in the next chair within seconds. "Yeah, oh, I know what you mean," I said, not feeling like I was trying to play it cool but just going with the flow.

What he did next was utterly inspired although it is definitely not for everyone. He casually took hold of his dick and started to stroke away. He even let out a little sigh. "What the fuck?" I asked myself, although less scared than I'd been at first. "Having fun?" I remember asking him.

"Rachel, just do whatever makes you feel good. That's how I live my life."

"Oh, sure, I'm just not used to being so...liberal."

His parents were neo-hippies, totally vegan, save-the-planet, everything hemp.

"My folks are nudists. I've always felt better out of clothes."

"Cool."

I couldn't bring myself to touch myself. I did, however, want to watch him. His dick was pointing straight up. It was massive, a missle gleaming in the hot sun. If he bent down, I swear, I'm pretty sure he could have kissed it! He'd stroke it lightly, pet it, slide his fingers up and down it. Then he started to stroke it faster and squeeze on his balls. He kept this up until finally his rocket took flight and exploded hot cum. I was mesmerized!

He had huge feet too. Big meaty feet with pads as big as a bear's and thick long toes, like claws. I remember being fascinated by them as I was with his whole long bronzed body and especially his free-wheeling big dick, like a geyser, like a fire hose. That boy was hung like a horse! And all I wanted to do was just look at it. He understood. He was probably still a little stoned and only had enough energy to focus on keeping that skycraper of his erect.

After an experience like that, you might expect a girl to make a hell bent descent into utter debauchery but I've always had a good head on my shoulders. If I remember right, he dozed off after the fireworks. Even if he'd been awake, he was so lethargic that he never posed a threat. I'd come to trust him. He was there for me as a friend. I think that summer we repeated this encounter a number of times and it was always about the same. I'd gotten comfortable enough where I'd play with myself too. It felt really good in the hot sun, the two of us there together getting off separately.

I didn't really feel like playing with his dick. I'd touch it and I'd let him touch me but that was about it. And I was hardly going to put that thing inside me. I was already contemplating future boyfriends, my own health and safety, my entire future! No, we just did our own thing and then swam around the pool. What worked best for me was simply watching him go at it. I learned so much from watching him wank off. I learned when to stop and then start up again; when to ease in and when to ease off; when to glide your fingers along with the honey drippings! It was much better than porn would ever have been. Although, with his schlong, it did have a surreal porno quality. I still had such a ways to go with foot love or anything back then; at that time, it was all about learning as much as I could and that alone could turn me on. I sometimes wonder if Tim ever progressed beyond what he was doing with me. He was smart. But, when I think about it, he looked and acted like such an oaf. He wouldn't have known the first thing to do with my pretty feet while I already had some ideas of my own.

What's really funny is that towards the end we got sloppy about tracking the whereabouts of Tim's parents. One sweet summer day, we were out in the backyard having our usual fun when both parents showed up out of nowhere! Tim became a legend to me that day. He kept up a nice stroke on his engorged member and half-heartedly said hello. The two of them stared at us for a moment but quickly dropped their gaze and made an incredible effort to appear unphased by what was before them. The father made some pathetically passive remarks, something like, "Well, you guys take it easy."

They did everything but flash us a fucking peace sign! Surprizingly, the longer this played out, the more comfortable I became to where I wasn't embarrassed at all, actually a little irritated, but not embarrassed. I was totally happy to just lay there, my tits for all to see, the nipples sticking straight out! Were they giving off good healthy nudist vibes? I don't know. I thought they should have just told us to put our clothes on but they didn't and went back inside. I know I went back to fingering myself and went on to have the best orgasm I'd known up til then. After that, it was time for a well deserved dip in the pool.

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Flip Flop Girl's Notes: Seeing the Light After Being in the Dark for Much Longer Than I Had Expected!
Hi, world. Life is good, is it not? I'm feeling pretty good. My boyfriend is treating me right. I'm feeling pretty grounded, my feet firmly on the ground. I love my feet, my whole body, mind, and soul. I don't know what the future holds. If this were a love story, this might be a good place to stop. But things have a way of unraveling or developing in unexpected ways. I could say that I've currently found a good place in my life. A good footing from where to continue to confidently look forward and also have the luxury of looking back. I'm thinking of doing a lot of looking back, going as far back as I can. I'll also mix things up with fun lists and who knows what will get into my mind to do. But expect more stories. There will be more meditations on sex because sex is very important to me, as it should be for all us humans. I suppose some of us tap into sex more than others, have more opportunities, and like to question things more. I'm just that sort of person!




I want to treat you to as much as I have to offer.





I want you to sit back and enjoy my conversation as if it's just the two of us having coffee together.



It's all over way too soon. We need to enjoy the moment while we can.

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A Few Notes on a Wonderful Day

Hello, everyone. I'm over at Thad's right now. I'm upstairs in his little attic/study area. I just wanted to make a few notes regarding a very pleasant day I spent with him. He was very sweet and we seem to be floating along on a cloud at the moment. It was such a sunny day today. A slight nip in the air but not too bad at all. So nice that I opted for flip flops. This time I went with a chunky pair of Tevas, very spongy but firm too. We are such foot freaks that we find it exceptionally stimulating to do something so potentially mundane as to go to a nail salon together. For me, I find any type of pampering fascinating. Perhaps you agree.

I don't always go to the same place: it can vary from a high end spa to a little hole in the wall, just as long as it's tidy and has class. We were hanging out in Wallingford so I decided to pay a visit to a little shop I hadn't been to in awhile run by a sweet Korean family. I got waited on by Mary, a very sweet girl. She said she missed me. She remembered my feet. She said they are long and elegant. Who am I to pass up a compliment. As my feet soaked, I asked her how my feet were really any different from anyone else. Maybe I was fishing for another compliment. "Rachel, everyone has feet that are unique. All feet have their own personality," she said. "Yes, I would definitely agree," I replied. "I look at the face, the hands, and the feet when I meet someone. You radiate beauty and goodwill from all three places," she answered. I really wasn't expecting that but I was so happy to hear it. "Thank you, Mary, that is really nice to know," I said. For the rest of the day, I knew I would feel no pain. When it came to decide on the color for my polish, I wanted something transcendent but couldn't decide. "I say go deep with a Royal Blue," said Mary. And so I did.

I couldn't believe how beautiful the polish looked. And how energized I was. Thad took one look and was beside himself. "Rachel, this is a beautiful sight to behold. Your toes look incredibly perfect right now. The polish is exquisite, the perfect color in so many ways, this time of year, the mood, this moment. It does more than just turn me on, I think. It's like I just want to gaze in awe." Wow. Talk about transcendent! Everything felt so right at that very moment. Perfect. And it only got better.

We decided to take a stroll around Green Lake. It's usually a bit on the crowded side since it seems everyone feels like taking a little stroll around Green Lake but it wasn't too bad. I was striding around in my comfy flip flops showing off my perfect pedicure with my hot boyfriend by my side. What could be better? Well, it got better as we decided to take a rest at a park bench. We nuzzled close together and stared at each other until we laughed and got in close to kiss each other and then admire each other and then kiss again. "Rub my feet gently, would you honey?" "Bring them over," he said. I moved back a bit and plopped my feet on his lap, my flip flops flying in the air. He gently rubbed the soles. I looked at his hands gently kneading my skin. I didn't have to say anything else. He didn't stick my feet in his mouth or do anything nasty. I wouldn't have minded but it was nice that we could just chill. It was really nice! Transcendent!

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On the Way Back to His Place, We Could Have Crashed the Car with How We Behaved

Thad owns a little Beemer that he restored himself. He's so good with his hands. It's truly a vintage treat. A little smaller than I would have liked but, as they say, size doesn't matter. Or do they say, "Size matters"? Well, I'm just talking about his car and the only problem I was having was wanting a little more leg room. I have long legs! He also has this even older Saab that looks like a rocket! Are you familiar with that type? I don't really know cars but I'm learning. Anyway, I mention all this about the inside of the car because we did it in his car right after our little escapade in the shoe department at Nordy's! I wasn't going to get into this but it's been a slow week ever since.

As I wonder if I'm getting too excessive and becoming a sex addict, I plunge into yet another sex story for you. It has to be kept in context. I'm not doing this all the time, 24/7. Not that I wouldn't mind it but I like to think I have a well balanced life too! This was unusually good so here goes: We decide I should wear my new wedgies out the store. Having had Thad freshly kiss each of my toes and us getting so worked up, I couldn't help myself! Thad whispered to me that he was ready to burst! I sometimes just have to give in to my needs and I did say I wanted an erotic adventure so I wanted to be good to my word. I took hold of his arm as we walked out the door into the freezing weather. "Oh, my toes! Thad it's so cold, you're going to have to suck my toes and get them all warm!" was what I blurted out for all to hear. I was making out with him as we waited to cross the street and thinking about how we hadn't christened the Beemer yet. "Let's do it in the car." I whispered in his ear.

We had parked the car in an indoor lot, crammed inside like sardines. There was no way of knowing when someone would approach us or not so we were really taking things to a much higher and riskier level. In fact, we had entered into a moment of sheer chaos. We had pumped ourselves up and now we had pushed ourselves into this dangerous situation. People were coming and going and it could backfire on us big time. "We'd be more comfortable in the back but then we'd be pretty obvious, don't you think?" I said. "Let's get in the front," was all he said.

"Try crossing your legs," he directed. "Can you reach my toes?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "Suck them! They're so cold!" I blurted out. He slid off my shoe and it was a smooth dive for his mouth to take in my freezing cold foot. He was hungry and just kept sucking away at each toe until they were nice and toasty. "Ah, you do it so good." I said.

I'm not a contortionist so it wasn't exactly easy for us to do much else but we were both quite pleased. I did, however, want to be a really bad girl and needed to get hold of his cock. I was too charged up and just needed his dick. That's all there was to it! I am a lady but if you push my buttons enough, I become an animal in heat. "Give me back my foot, sweetheart. I want your cock," was what I said. He immediately unzipped and pulled it out, all strong and firm. I put my hand to it and started jerking him off. I looked around, bent down, and made my way over. He let out a little grunt. I took hold of his cock in my mouth and was high. "It's OK, keep going, keep going," he said the whole time as I sucked away. I was in a trance. "Keep going...it's OK." I sucked harder, jerked him off, sucked his balls..until I could feel it cumming and then I firmly placed my mouth over his sweet cock and drank his juice.

"Sit back, honey," he started to say. I pulled down my panties and let him finger me. I was so wet and spaced out. I let him rub me. "Go gently, Thad," I kept saying.

I really didn't mean to write this but it was pretty powerful stuff we shared. Except for some major details I won't go into now, it pretty much knocked Simon out of my mind. Well, at that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything else, of course! I guess I'm saying that it was something special that I shared with Thad. It was sex but there was more to it too. At least that's what I think right now. I think it was two people that really felt comfortable being crazy together, totally crazy and intimate. I still think a lot of what Thad and I share is just sex but I'm hoping there's more to it, if just because it would be nice to have that right now in my life.

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