he could not believe the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, the purely erotic sensation and frustration he felt looking at her. seeing her so relaxed and kicking up her feet during class is one thing, but he couldn’t get over how beautifully colored they were. her tights were a bright orange that slid up her legs so seamlessly that it could pass as her own flawless and smooth skin. toe tights? he didn’t realize such a thing had actually existed. seeing those colorful toes wiggle in the air made the front of his pants tighten every single time she shamelessly waved them about.
laying in his bed, going over it again and again, the classroom scene on replay, the way she so casually kicked off her shoes and began rubbing one orange foot up and down her other leg. thinking back on it, he probably stared too much. but she knows that, he thought, she knows exactly what she’s doing. that all too familiar feeling of disgust and sexual desire rose up in him again, thinking of how she went out of her way to make him fumble over his words during a lesson or force him to spend half the class behind his desk because he just could help his body’s response to her perfectly arched feet, brightly waving right in his face. he wanted to bury his face in them, bite them and feel them against his... no, he stopped himself from going any further. the power she had over him even at home was ridiculous. he almost wanted to just get back at her for teasing him so much and so goddamn well. he wanted teach her a lesson she wouldn’t be able to sweet talk her way through but how?he’d sleep on it, he thought, but not before that scene played a few more times.