Jen arrived at her school with only seconds to spare. Her already frantic driving was made worse by the bouts of sneezing that seemed to have suddenly sprung up since she left home. Whipping into a parking spot and hoping she wasn't coming down with something, Jen sniffled and ran towards the building.
Thankfully her first period was gym, which for her meant she basically had cheerleading practice. After throwing her bag in her locker, she looked over herself in the mirror. She adjusted her uniform, making sure it wasn't rumpled. She looked down at her ankle-length...no calf-length striped socks.
Weren't these shorter in length when I left home? She thought to herself before another sneeze interrupted her thoughts. Blinking and sniffling, she squinted around, catching the locker room's clock in the corner of her eye. Freshly reminded of her lateness, she quickly dismissed the idea as ridiculous, just Kyle getting in her head.
Jen quickly raced out of the locker room and onto the football field...just in time to get berated by her coach, Miss Hendricks. Now, Miss Hendricks was not by any stretch of the imagination ugly, quite the opposite. Slender hips, gentle curves, a short stature, and a kind face, yet for some reason here she stood at 35 years of age, unmarried coaching cheerleading.
This reality wasn't lost on the coach, and occasionally this fact sometimes led Miss Hendricks to push the girls harder than usual, shout more often, and even curse. This was clearly going to be one of those days.
"Well, look who finally decided to show herself. Jennifer, if you want to continue to be the captain of this squad I suggest that you get your act together pronto!"
"Yes Miss Hendricks!" said Jen sheepishly.
"Now get in line, we're doing squat jumps." Squat jumps, their name did not leave much to the imagination, but could not convey the torture they could bring especially after Miss Hendricks made you do 50 of them in a row. However, this process was made even more annoying for Jen.
Jen huffed and puffed, somewhat from the exertion of the workout, but also for other reasons. Every time she squatted, clenching her feet in her shoes, she swore she felt something in her toes and soles. Little tingles of pleasure, similar to how she felt when someone sensually rubbed her crotch, and the sensation only seemed to be growing with each jump squat. Her head still felt stuffy too, and she found herself having to breathe solely through her mouth.
Finally, the torture was done and Miss Hendricks lined the girls up again. "Good job girls. Now lets move on to cheer routines, grab your pom-poms and lets run through them. At least that's what I would be saying if someone had remembered to bring them out...Jennifer."
"Yes ma'am," said the Jennifer, snapping herself out of staring at the legs of the girl next to her.
Jen blushed as Miss Hendricks got in her face.
"Do you remember where you put the pom-poms because they are supposed to be brought out every practice... by the captain...who is you."
"Sorry ma'am, I-I-I'll..." Jen stammered, feeling the pressure in her sinuses rise again. She closed her eyes, scrunching her face as the pressure rose, but it was no use. "...Ah-AH-ACHOO!!" Before she had time to react, Jen let out a huge sneeze, spraying the coach with saliva.
"I-I'll go get them!" Jen said quickly as she practically ran towards the locker room.
"Ugh! You'd better!" said Miss Hendricks, wiping her face and arms in disgust as Jennifer brushed passed her.
"And cover your mouth in the future!" Hendricks yelled after the fleeing cheer captain, both unaware of the process that had just been started.
Heading into the locker room, Jennifer quickly found the pom-pom bag, right next to the door.
However, with her curiosity on the rise, she felt it was high time she find out what was going on with her feet. Heading over a bench, Jennifer sat down, unlaced her shoes then pulled them off. Her sock-clad feet seemed normal, even cute as she wiggled her toes a bit, feeling a small ripple of pleasure as the fabric between them rubbed against her skin. She tugged off her left sock, sliding it down from under her knee and revealing a completely normal foot.
"Huh," she said to herself, "must be imagining things. That creep really fucked with my head this morning."
She lifted the bare foot into her lap, her hands began rubbing it unconsciously. She bit her lip as she did so, feeling like she was getting a quality massage just from her light caressing. She should really get her girlfr...boyfriend to give her foot rubs more often.
She sat there for another minute simply squeezing her foot and flexing her toes, her body awash with pleasure radiating from each bout of squeezing and kneading. Maybe she could convince some of the other girls that they should massage each other's feet after practices? It would certainly help them feel better after a long day of practicing routines. Jen would happily give them rubs in return, maybe even a peck or two on their little toes for good luck...
"Jennifer Smith, if you're not out her in ten seconds you're off the squad!" came a shrill voice from outside the locker room, snapping Jen out of her pleasurable trance.
"Coming!" called Jennifer, nearly tripping as she stood up. Jen pulled her green and yellow toe sock over her foot and up over her knee so that it matched the other one and quickly put her shoes back on. Smoothing out her pleated cheerleader skirt, she picked up the pom-pom bag and rushed back outside.