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The look on her face was hilarious. Her eyebrows joined, her eyes pointed forward looking at nothing, her arms still held up like she was posing for a picture while holding the trophy that was my slippers. I giggled, "Earth to Holly."

"Yeah?" she said then abruptly threw the slippers to the floor, looking at them with fear in her eyes, like they were some creepy creatures.

"What?s wrong." I chuckled. "Do my feet really smell that bad?"

"Huh?yes?no?" She shook her head, before she concentrated her worried eyes at me and tried to calm herself. "They do smell a little bit yeah."

"Sorry," I said, dragging my legs closer to me. I thought the best thing to do now was to change the subject, so I said. "So, how?s your studing."

"What?" She said, a lost look on her face. "Right?They?re?Fine." She dragged her own legs closer, bending her knees and hugging them to her chest. "Yo?You?"

"Oh you know." I shrugged. "Same old?"

I spent some time talking about homework and other school stuff, hiding my amusement. She tried really hard to make it look like she was focusing on my words, like she was listening. But I knew that there was one thing she was capable of thinking about right now, and it wasn?t what I was saying, but about why in hell would she feel bolt of excitement down her pants after taking off my slippers. It probably wouldn?t take her long to realize it was the smell, more than anything else. The fact that her anxious eyes glanced at my feet every ten seconds only proved it further to me.

I kept talking for some time, doing my best to resist my mischievous urge to toy with her, but eventually, sensing her growing nervousness, I couldn?t resist. "Holly."

"Yeah?" She said, darting her eyes to my face.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah?" She giggled, shuffling on the bed nervously. "Why?"

"I dunno," I shrugged. "You seem off. And you keep staring at my feet." I wiggled my toes at her, successfully drawing her attention back to them.

"Am I?" She said, before she shook her head. "I dunno. I?m just?I?m sorry I?m just?I think I?m still worried about what happened tonight." She said, before she climbed off the bed and stood at the side. "I think I?m gonna go."

"Oh?" I pouted. "Okay. I guess I?ll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah." She nodded then walked to the door, seeming to avoid looking at me directly in the eye.

"And listen?" I said raising to my feet, and she stopped. I walked closer to her, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a gentle, kind hug. "Don?t?rush this, okay. Give it time. He?ll understand, and? it?s probably best if you wrap your head around this before moving forward, right?" I suppressed a giggle as she breathed in my neck?s scent. I ended the hug abruptly while still keeping my hands on her shoulders and looked at her anxious face.

She looked so scared and lost before she shook her head and said, "Yeah?Yeah." She nodded, looking at the ground with worried eyes. "Totally. Thanks?I?ll see you tomorrow." She opened the door and left. I heard her say goodbye to my mom, before the house?s entrance door was opened and shut. My feet instinctively ran to my bed, before I threw myself on top of my mattress and whooped. This is the best day ever.

It worked! Everything about it worked. Holly was addicted to my smell. The amount of frustration she was being forced to deal with was obvious; she was fucking restless, all the time, until she got a faint smell of my scent however?oh not my scent, my stench, the stinky stench of my feet. If a hint of my smell did that to her, what would happen if I like? stuck my stinky gym shoe in her face. She?d fucking melt.

How humiliated she?d feel once she would fully understand her situation, once she?d realize that any feeling of pleasure she would want, had to come through me.

The Day After

Today was a blast, for me at least. For Holly, it was probably a nightmare.

We usually spent a lot of time together at school. But today, she was like the gum at the bottom of my shoe. She ditched her study session at the library, ditched her group for the science project, ditched pretty much every other activity just to spend time with me.

I made sure to get closer to her every chance I got, and every time, the cutest look would come over her confused face. I was getting addicted to that lost-girl look on her face every time she got a hint of my scent. She had no idea what was happening, poor thing.

I saw it on her face, in how she looked at me. She wanted to tell me, but was too afraid to. Whenever I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, hugged her hello or gave her a kiss goodbye when we parted to our respective classes, she?d look like a lost little girl, sad about me leaving her.

I couldn?t stop myself from taking advantage of her baffled confused state, and started acting a bit bossy around her. I had her fetching me coffee, get a notebook or something from my locker, tie my shoes. She?d usually tell me to piss off, but standing up to me wasn?t her main concern today, so she just did it.

If only I knew the thoughts battling inside her head right now. What could she be thinking? For sure, she had probably acknowledged that she had mad feelings towards me, regardless of whether or not she?d yet admitted it.

I was walking from my last class of the day to the parking lot. When I walked through the school?s door, my eyes sparkled at seeing Holly waiting for me by my car. Her cute butt in jeans were leaning against my door, her shoulders slightly slouched forward, her face turned downwards to the ground, a worried look on her face, like a sad dog. God I love her.

"Hey pig-nose." I greeted as I approached.

She looked at me startled. "He?Hey."

"You?ve been waiting long." I said as I walked to my door and unlocked it.

"Not really."

We got in the car, and I started driving. Along the road, she was awfully silent, leaving me to do all the talking. I couldn?t blame her. She was still trying to figure this shit out.

"So?" I said, not able to resist asking anymore. "You talked to him yet."

"Who?Oh." She said, shuffling in her seat. "I saw him briefly today, in chemistry. We talked a bit."

"?Did you?"

"No." She said angrily and sharply. "I didn?t feel a thing. I?ll probably break it off."

"Whaaat?" I whined. "Are you sure? What if it?s a phase or something?you sure you wanna lose a good boyfriend cause of it." While giving my wisely advice, feeling a slight urge to toy with her, I sneakily inserted my right hand into of my tank-top, and rubbed the area between my chest and armpit, just a little bit, getting some of my heavenly scent on my fingers, before taking it out again.

"I don?t think it?s a phase." She said.

I took a glance sideways to see her face; she looked utterly miserable, as her eyes looked forward coldly. A gust of guilt hit my stomach, before I shook my head and returned my eyes to the road. This was for the best. Call it an adjustment period. Besides, all was already done, and there was no point in thinking about it.

"Sorry honey." I said in a caring, kind tone, while giving her face a quick pat, trying to get my fingers close to her nose. I couldn?t stop the smirk from blasting on my face as I felt her breath go through my fingers, as he took a deep sniff. I took my hand away, then looked at her baffled face. "What?" I giggled.

"Nothing?" She shuffled on her seat nervously and looked out the window. "Your hand smells like armpit."

"Huh," I chuckled. "Sorry."

Yes it does bitch, and you love it.

I entered our street, and, as usual, parked in front of her house. Normally, I?d drop her off her house then drive over to mine, since she never hanged out after school, saying that she had chores or had to study or something. She would usually just get out of the car and wave me goodbye. But something told me she wasn?t as keen to go straight home today.

I looked at her, and she was looking out of the window, straight at her house. She couldn?t open the door.

"There?s this movie?" I said, out of nowhere, grabbing her attention. "That I?ve wanted to see for a while. I think you?ll like it."

"Yeah?" She looked at me, biting her lips in thought.

I could almost feel the battle waging in her. We watched movies on my laptop. We?d lay in my bed together with our backs against the headboard. We would be touching arms. That meant, that for at least an hour and a half, she?d be able to breath my scent. It wouldn?t feel as good as inhaling my sweat I was sure, but it was better than nothing. I knew that these were the thoughts going through her head right now.

"So, you wanna come to my place."

"?" She brought her finger to her mouth in worry as she looked down. "I have to study."

I only hummed in response. I wasn?t about to try to convince her to come. No. She wanted me. She needed me. The days when I had to beg to spend time with here were over, for good.

I could see her battling her own thoughts, as she held her fingers at her mouth. I couldn?t know for sure if she had enough willpower to step out of my car, to make an active decision of rejecting the pleasure my company was giving her. I knew one thing though, that if I made the decision for her, the right one, she wouldn?t be able to resist. Such was my confidence that I started driving, and she just sighed, and sunk back into her chair, like an enormous weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

We reached my house. We greeted mom then walked up the stairs to my room. I kicked my shoes off, and kept the rest of my clothes on, not wanting to get into new, clean, odorless pajamas. I got under the covers, with the laptop in my lap, then looked up at her while she stood beside my bed like the awkward kid in the group. "So," I smiled innocently. "You coming?"

Nervously, she nodded, taking her sandals off then getting under the covers beside me. Having been the decent one, she kept some distance between us. She wanted to get closer, but her guilt and her fear were keeping her away, understandably. So, I shifted my body closer to hers, until our elbows were touching. Her limbs were stiff and hot, her eyes pointing forward at the screen. She looked so cute, all shy and nervous like that.

With a satisfied grin on my face, I turned away to shut off the lights, giggling silently at hearing a shaky exhale escape her lips.

I turned back to her, then swiftly wrapped my arm around her rock-stiff shoulders, rubbing my palm up and down her arm and softly pulling her closer. It wasn?t a normal move. We usually didn?t sit this close. But she wasn?t about to protest now was she. I was only doing the things she so desperately wanted but was afraid to do. With her this close, I could almost hear her rabid heartbeat banging in her chest.

I knew exactly how she was feeling. It was how I?d felt whenever we sat this close after I had realized my feelings towards her. It brought a smile to my lips, as I watched her beyond terrified face lit only with the light of the screen, and realized that I wasn?t the only one struggling to keep my harbored lust in anymore.

"Hey?" I said, speaking with my tone barely louder than a whisper. "Relax will you." I squeezed her chubby shivering arm with my fingers and rubbed it a bit, trying to comfort her.

She only nodded, and gave a shaky sigh. "Okay."

With that, I started the movie.

While I sat there, relaxed and calm, I laughed inside at her restlessness. She couldn?t stay put for two minutes straight. We were already halfway through the movie, and it would surprise me if she even knew what it was about.

Every now and then, every time I?d lift my arm and scratch my head, or tug at my tank top to fan my chest, I?d release a faint hint of my scent, and while I didn?t even notice it, it was clear what it was doing to the girl sat beside me, who blushed and shuffled uncomfortably in reaction to my every move.

One time, feeling extra devious, I leaned to my side, stretching my arm to ?get? something from the beside table on her side, and, totally by accident, pushing my slightly sweaty armpit against the side of her face. I almost broke down laughing as I heard her take a deep sniff. I didn?t find something to bring, and she didn?t even think about it. I just sat back, amused that she didn?t even care to wipe her face.

It had been almost an hour since we started the movie. I was starting to wonder about where the pain-in-the-ass shrew was, when Holly?s phone rang.

"Shit?" she said as she shoved her hand under the covers and into her pocket, taking out her phone. She answered. "Hey mom."

I paused the movie and tried to listen, to no success.

"I?m at Megan?s?" She got out of bed, probably afraid that I?d listen to whatever mean shit Martha would probably say about me. "We?re watching a movie." She said as she stood close to my closet, her free arm crossed over her chest. "Mom I?ll be over in a bit? just an hour more?but?" She whined but was interrupted by what I supposed was her mother shouting: right now.

I spotted the disappointed look of defeat as her shoulders slouched and she said, "Fine." Put ended the call and put her phone back into her pocket, before looking at me with an awkward smile. "Need to go."

And so she went, bearing the most disappointed look I?d seen on her since the day we?d met.

Week Later

This. Is. Worst day of my life. Hands down.

I was at school in my Calculus class. Teacher was going on and on about I didn?t know what, and all I could think about was the crises that had fallen upon my life out of nowhere.

This was such bullshit. I had no idea where this could?ve come from. I was lusting for her, for the slightest hints of her smell. And the fact she didn?t know that, that she was clueless, made me feel like a dirty nasty perve, and I hated that.

It also didn?t help that this weird, sudden shift in my mentality happened months before the big exam. The timing couldn?t be worse. I needed to study, hard, and while I had been doing just that a week ago, now, all I could think about was Megan?s smell. Every night I really tried my best to just?open a book, read, and focus on what I was reading. But this?gentle, yet frustrating throbbing down my crotch didn?t allow me to focus for a minute straight. I was cranky all the time, even my mother noticed it. I felt like a baby whining for something but didn?t know what. And I?d had no idea what I wanted until that moment I took Megan?s slippers off for her.

Her feet weren?t even clean. Their smell was unpleasant, pungent, disgusting, and yet it made my mouth water. One slight whiff of it kicked me into a soothing relaxed state that I had been longing for since the day before.

After I went home that night, I was so freaked out I went straight to bed. But the day after I calmed my self down, got into scientist mode, determined to find out what the hell it all meant. I decided it was worth a try to smell my own shoes, weird as it may have sounded. At school, feeling like the dirtiest perve on the planet, I stayed behind in gym class and stayed in the locker room, gave some of the girls? footwear a sniff. There I laid crawling from a flip-flop to a flat to a sneaker to a jersey. And, horrifyingly enough, nothing. Both tries, both mine and the girls?, gave me the only logical feeling one should feel from smelling them: disgust. For a moment, I grew hopeful, thinking that whatever happened the day prior at Megan?s, was a one-time thing and that now I was back to normal. That hope of course was diminished as soon as I met Megan in the parking lot. She gave me a brief hug, and the secant of her neck kicked the air out of my lungs and made my knees tremble.

At that moment, I couldn?t deny it any more. I had a lust for Megan. Only Megan.

Realizing that didn?t make me feel any better. It went against everything I?d come to think?to know about myself. I was straight. I didn?t find her that attractive?I was straight. I didn?t even like her personality that much. She was a bit too spoiled for my taste. I appreciated how she respected my boundaries and acted nice around me, but I knew how she usually treated people, same as how she tried to treat me first couple of weeks in our friendship. Always bossing people around, making fun of people?s appearances, shitting on my ?naïve obsession? with my education.

She seemed to suppress all of those parts in her personality whenever she was with me, and I liked that, thought that it meant she wanted to be my friend badly enough to respect my boundaries.

But the point was: Why her? Why only her?

I knew I wouldn?t get an answer no matter how much I?d think about it, so I gave up trying to figure it out. All I could do was wish, to go back to simpler times, when Megan was just Megan and nothing else, when her scent didn?t make my mind go crazy or make my knees weak.

Right now, I was leaning against her car again, waiting for her to finish her last class of the day. She was late. And usually, when that would happen I?d just call for Mom to come and get me. But it had been two days since I?d spent time with Megan, and I needed that time today. After the Movie incident, the following day, Mom waited for me in the parking lot to make sure I didn?t lose my way home. I couldn?t blame her. She was working her ass off to provide for me and make sure I get into that damn college. We were barley managing with bills. And I was lazing off with my friend watching a movie, my friend who was the daughter of the woman who tried to put an apron around my mother?s waist first chance she?d gotten.

She got every right to get mad, and there was still a possibility that she?d drive in the parking lot any minute now. But I hoped she wouldn?t. There was one place I wanted to be right now, and it wasn?t home trying to bang my dumb-unfocused head against my texts box, but at Megan?s.

As if to intentionally put me at unease, I saw Megan approaching, at the same time, a car engine?s sound made me look to my side, and I saw mother?s car driving my way. Mom got to me first, and parked the car beside me. When I didn?t get in immediately, she lowered her window, confused, and called for me, "Holly!"

"Yeah." I got closer the door and looked at her through the window. "What?s up mom."

"?" She frowned. "What?s up. Get in the car."

"?It?s just?Megan?s coming?"

"Yeah I see her," she nodded in Megan?s direction, her face scornful. "Come on let?s go."

"?I just?" I said, my head darting left and right. "I just wanna say hey."

Her eyes immediately grimaced, then she looked past me and nodded. "Fine." She sighed and sat there waiting.

I stayed beside the car as Megan approached us. Her eyes looked between amused and irritated at seeing that Mom was there. "Hey," She gave me a hug, during which I didn?t take a single breath, not wanting to get all anxious in front of Mom.

She was wearing her workout clothes, which consisted of a cyan tank top and black leggings that reached just below her knees. Must?ve swung by the school?s gym for a quick workout before she came here. She broke off the hug, allowing my face off her sweaty shoulder. She was drenched with sweat, and I was scared.

"Hey Mrs. Haik." She said, leaning against the door frame.

"He?" Mom nodded, a bit nervous. "Hey Megan."

"You know I don?t mind driving Holly home everyday right. You don?t have to come all the way out here."

"No it?s okay." She said coldly. "I was close by."

Both of them just locked eyes for a bit, as I stood there waiting.

Megan sighed, then turned toward me. "Okay?I guess I?ll see you later."

I couldn?t keep the disappointment off my face. I so didn?t want to go home. All that waited for me there was frustration. But as Megan walked to her car, I thought there was no way of avoiding a frustrating night today, so I just sighed and walked to the passenger?s seat door.

"Damn it," Megan?s shout made both me and Mom look in her direction. She was standing by her car, rummaging through her purse. She stopped searching for whatever she was searching, and looked at us with slouched shoulders.

"What?" I said in a concerned tone.

"Forgot my keys."

With the biggest of grins splattered over my face, I looked expectantly through the window at Mom, who, in turn, had on her face the most annoyed of grimaces. She seemed to put effort into suppressing her frustration, as she closed her eyes for a second before she opened them and said, "Suppose you?ll need a ride then huh."

Megan strode towards us smiling, "So nice of you to offer, thanks."

She got into the back seat, and I got in after her.

"Damn?" Megan said, squishing her back against the seat?s back. "These seats are like rocks. You should really consider changing this crappy car guys."

I didn?t say a word, but my face wrinkled uncomfortably as I imagined Mom?s thoughts. I heard her mutter something as she started the car. And we headed home.

The whole ride home, me and Megan just talked about random stuff, school and what not, while Mom stayed mostly silent. Then out of nowhere, Megan started flexing her back and groaning.

"God?gym today was a handful." She said as she stretched her arms around. "Hey Holly?"

"Yeah?" I said nervously, dreading where this might be going.

"Mind giving me one of your pretty back rubs real quick?"

Here? I thought, but I didn?t say a word.

"What?" Mom said, looking back at us through the mirror. "Since when does she give you rubs."

"Since a couple of weeks or so. They?re really good too, she?s a natural."

I closed my eyes, half ashamed, half angry at Megan for letting my mom in on what I considered to be my secrets. Mom really didn?t like her. I couldn?t imagine she?d be thrilled to know I was offering Megan or her mother any kind of favors. And judging by the red that suddenly overcame her face, I thought right.

I didn?t want to do this in front of Mom, but it had been a long time away from Megan, that I couldn?t refuse this opportunity to get close to her. "Yeah," I said. "Sure."

"Great," She said as she turned, giving me her back and bending her knees and resting her legs on the seat. I brushed her blond hair away and let it rest on her shoulder, exposing her still sweaty neck. I rested my palms on between her shoulders and her neck, and started working my thumps through the fleshy parts of her shoulders.

"Oh yeah?" She moaned, making me blush, as my eyes darted between her neck and the mirror, catching mother?s unamused stare. "That?s the spot."

One of the reasons I thought that Megan suspected the messed-up shit going in my brain, was because of all the liberations she started taking. Little demands she didn?t use to make before. Simply put, she bossed me around a bit.

She stared asking me to get her coffee, or carry her books around saying that she was feeling a bit tired. She always asked nicely, but somehow making it sound like a demand, like I was expected to say yes. I didn?t know if my awkwardness around her made her feel okay to treat me differently, or that she knew I had feelings towards her and decided to take advantage of it. None of the possibilities would surprise me, knowing Megan.

But this massage that I was giving to her now, wasn?t one of those demands. She never asked for such a thing. I offered it to her. Thought she would think it was weird but not that weird, considering her friend Kristy practically used to be her unpaid masseuse. Fortunately, she didn?t think much of it. Knowing how she was, she probably loved it on more than one level.

I just wanted to be close to her, touch her, smell her secant, and working my hands on any part of her body after a stressful workout always helped making her smell fill the air. I was never a smoker, and I never drank. But I suspected that was how a smoker or an alcoholic would feel. I had a constant itch, whenever I was away from her. And now, the itch was just, not there.

When she had gotten a bit mor relaxed, she leaned back, resting the back of her head on my shoulder. It made massaging her a tad more difficult, but it didn?t matter, she was closer like that.

"So how come we never see you around our house as much Mrs. Haik." She said between moans. "You?re mad at us or something."

"humm?" Mom turned, caught off guard. "No I?m?just a bit busy that?s all. How?s your mom."

"She?s good."

"That?s good to hear." Mom took a U-turn, seeming uninterested in continuing the conversation.

We stayed silent for a bit. And I was allowed to lose myself in my soothing activity. I was managing this better than I thought. Yes my breathing was a bit too quick and my heartbeat was drumming uncomfortably, and if I talked my words would come out all weak and shaky, but I kept it under control better than I?d thought I?d have. I felt good, relaxed; feeling what was lost from me for the last couple of days.

"So Holly, what do you say you come by to my place. Only for a while," She directed her last sentence at Mom.

"Oh that?" Mom smiled, as she shook her head at the mirror. "Holly has to study. She?s already behind some subjects. Right Holly?"

I froze for a bit, but I already knew the right answer. Whatever this was, it shouldn?t keep me from my exam, the thing that really mattered here. She was right, I was a bit behind on my studies, and that was mainly because of my complete lack of concentration this past week. I knew it would be hard to go home and try to work through it, but it was my only option wasn?t it. It wasn?t like I could focus if I was with Megan anyway. I?d feel less frustrated, sure, but not focused. "Yeah." I nodded. I didn?t see Megan?s face, but I doubted it was a pleasant one.

After a while, when we got closer to our street, Megan stretched her legs a little bit and whined. "God, these shoes are killing me." She said, "You don?t mind if I take them off do you."

"Ah?no." Mom said, "Make yourself comfortable dear."

"Thanks."

With horrifying eyes and a trembling heart, I watched as Megan dug the toe of her sneaker against the other?s heel, and pushed it off her foot.

I steeled myself, almost afraid to take a breath. I held my mouth and nose shut. But judging by the grimace I spotted on the side of mother?s face, Megan?s socked feet had stunk up the car. I wished I could hold my breath forever, but I couldn?t. I took a deep breath through the nose, letting what was basically Megan?s stinky foot stench enter, and there was that damn feeling again. My stomach shrunk, but in a good way. A firm tingle ran up and down my spine.

"Christ Megan." Mom waved her hand in front of her face. "You need a shower."

"Oh they?re not that bad." Megan laughed, actually rising her leg and moving her socked foot close to mom?s face.

Mom laughed jokingly and turned away. "Keep?em away from me young lady."

Megan only giggled, then turned her attention to me. "Are they that bad. Holly?"

I took a deep breath that I needed to be able to muster an audible response, then I said, words coming a bit weaker than I had hoped for, "They?re alright."

"Alright!" Mom said. "Come on you can?t tell me you?re not smelling this back there. They?re rank."

I only managed to shrug, and mom just gave me a head-shake in response as she continued driving.

As we approached Megan?s house, my mind was occupied by one thought: how was I going to convince mom to let me off the hook tonight. I needed to go to Megan?s. Whatever that feeling was, I wanted it to last.

"Mom."

"Yeah."

"I?m thinking I could use a night off today. I wanna hang out with Megan for a while. That?s alright right?"

Megan stayed silent, as Mom scoffed then said, "No?No it?s not alright. Exams are approaching Holly. And you?re already behind. You know I talked to Mister Jank?"

"Mom I know?it?s just one night."

"He said you got a B+ in your calculus quiz the other day."

"Yeah?and it?s maybe because I?d been studying so much. I feel so stressed out?"

"That?s such nonsense."

That discussion was prolonged into a five-minute argument, during which I argued with mom?which was a first in by itself?about me just heading to Megan?s. Megan stayed silent through the whole thing, but for some reason, with only the side of her face visible for me, I spotted a faint smirk curled up her lips. I didn?t know what was so amusing about this, but I didn?t care to know at the moment.

I saw where my mom was coming from. We were poor, kinda. And Mom was nice enough to give me the easy?or less hard rout of getting out of this poverty. She did all the work, had too jobs, and provided everything necessary for me to have an education. The least I could do, was do my part, which was putting my studies first.

But I couldn?t help it. It wasn?t the logical choice to make, but I wasn?t feeling that logical at the moment. All I wanted was to be with Megan. And that was what I was going to do.

Getting tired of fighting, mom felt the need to put her foot down. "You are not spending tonight outside of home. End. Of. Story."

"Hey Holly, how?re you doing today." Mrs. Ashford greeted me at the door.

"Hey Mrs. Ashford. I?m good," I said.

She was wearing her going-out clothes, a Paige long skirt and blouse and white high heels. She peered outside the door to look at Mom who was still in her car.

"Hey Martha?"

Mom drove away.

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