Chapter 2: Curiosity

Three days had passed since that unusual dinner with my aunt and I still could not understand the strange emotions I had felt that night. I knew that I had always had a strong passion for shoes and in fact I could not help but buy at least one new pair every week, thanks to considerable bank account of my mother, of course. Wherever I went I could not help but cast a glance at the shoes that people wore around me, but I always thought it was quite normal, as is normal for a girl to observe in minute detail the clothes of an other girl.

Dinner with my aunt has been something different, I was sure of that. In fact, it could not be considered “normal” that incredible craving for smelling her feet and certainly was not normal that I liked so much her foot scent. Feet should be something “dirty” and if you think about the word “stink”, it should be natural to think almost immediately at feet, as if they were an inseparable pair.

No, there was definitely something wrong in me. I had even risked to be discovered by Aunt Emma and then how I could explain what I was doing? What would she think of me, a being who seemed to take pleasure smelling her aunt’s feet? And if she had said it to my mother? I probably would have lost even more her respect. With mom in fact it seemed that was not enough to be captain of the soccer team and the star in the theatrical performances at school, even my first part in a real movie seemed not to have made an a great impression on her, as if to get a part in a movie was something simple and almost “due” for her. In the three days following that dinner from which she had run away to go out with her agent, Mom had been little at home and in the rare times when we were in the same room, she barely spoke to me.

While I was brushing my teeth, I went back to thinking about my aunt and to what could have happened if she would have found me smelling her feet, then with horror I thought:

“And if she told it to Kaley?”

I could not even imagine how my cousin would react to that news, for me probably would be the end and the witch would have finally found a way to ruin me. For a long time she had been trying to steal my captaincy but fortunately the other girls have always preferred me to her and I was especially lucky that our coach has a great passion for goalkeepers because it is not uncommon for some coaches give the captain armband to the top scorer of the team.

Even in theatrical performances Kaley was always the eternal second and she had to settle for minor parts while I took applause from the audience. I must confess I was afraid when I heard that also Kaley would have auditioned for the film because although I had defeated her many times, my cousin was really good at acting. I did not think that Kaley would have participated in the audition but ultimately it was no wonder of it, both of our mothers were important models in the past and they had many contacts in the entertainment business, sure my mother had more contacts than her sister thanks to my father who had been an important director and for a second I could not help but think that maybe I had got the part just for my name and my mother’s influence. I tried to immediately remove from my mind that unpleasant thought.

“No, they have taken me because I’m good, because I’m the best,” I thought as I walked up and down my room still wearing only a bra and panties.

When I was about to put on my socks, I stopped to look at my feet. I must confess not to have nice feet, in my opinion they are too large (almost 10), I have too long toes, with tiny little fingers. I did not use paint my toenails, a habit that I had taken because of the sport that I practiced and even in summer I rarely took care of my feet and I wore almost always closed shoes. I began to massage my right foot trying to repeat what I had done with my Aunt Emma’s feet but I did not know why, but it was a very different feeling and I was disappointed. Also I could not help but notice how my soles and especially my heel were rough, a big difference compared to the feet of my aunt who were much softer. I wondered for a moment how it would be touch her bare feet, how would have been nice to slide my fingers along her soft soles, between her elegant toes.

While those strange thoughts crowded my mind, I began to play with my toes, and out of curiosity I approached a finger to my nose, and later, more and more excited, I put my own foot directly in my face, thanking God to be elastic enough to do that twist without difficulty. I sniffed my own foot as a hunting dog and I could feel the faint smell of soap and at that moment I regretted I had just showered. I continued to breathe deeply with my nose between my toes but the smell was not even remotely comparable to that of my aunt, so I decided to try something different. Very slowly I sticked out my tongue, and when it touched the sole of my right foot several things happened at the same instant, I felt a slight tickle in the foot, I savored the taste of my own skin and felt a shudder through my belly. Hit by those series of sensations, I increasingly bold feces and I licked eagerly the whole sole which was soon covered by my saliva. Once again I cursed the shower I had just done, because the taste of my foot was barely perceivable. Trying to savor something tastier, I moved my tongue on my toes, and I began to lick between them.

“Bingo,” I thought as I finally tasted the true flavor of my foot and I was shocked to realize how much I liked it.