One of the things I haven't seen on here in a while is a good Converse fantasy. I love a lot of the old ones, especially by Sweet_girl22au, so I decided to try my hand at writing one of my own. I started writing and the story got really long, really fast. I'll only post the first few chapters for now, but I plan on posting the rest soon. It starts with a lot of exposition, and later chapters get a lot more graphic. So if it's TL;DR, I apologize, feel free to skim.
Quick background on this. I really started discovering my fetish in middle/high school, and it has just grown from there. Converse became really popular, and almost every day there was a new girl who had a pair. It drove me wild to see a girl who I already knew and liked show up with her new chucks and show them off to her friends. Based on that, I wrote this story. It's greatly exaggerated and gets a little supernatural and kinky at times later on, but I hope you all like it.
Chapter 1
Katie had a lot on her mind as she pulled into her driveway Friday afternoon. She had a test Monday in Calculus, plus a load of reading to do for her English class. She didn’t understand why people always said your senior year was supposed to be a blowoff. Since September she had been so busy she had barely seen her friends outside school, and she certainly hadn’t succeeded in her goal of finally getting a boyfriend. Anytime she was attracted to a guy she would get flustered and wind up pushing him away before he even got the chance to be interested.
In addition to her schoolwork, Katie knew she had to start planning for the next week. As a member of student council, she had helped put together a program of events to keep students from going crazy during that long stretch between Christmas and Spring Break. She had posters to make, food to order, and a pep rally to organize. It was going to be a short weekend.
She stopped to open the garage door (her parents worked until nearly dinner-time), but noticed a package on the front doorstep. She dropped her backpack and flute case inside, and went out to get the mail. Her 18[SUP]th[/SUP] birthday had been a week before, and sure enough a few of the letters in the pile were addressed to her, and definitely had to be late birthday cards from distant family members. Walking back up the front walk she went in the front door to pick up the package. She was mildly surprised to see it was for her. She hadn’t ordered anything online, and she wasn’t expecting any more gifts (her thank-you note list was already full of the usual gift-givers). The return address didn’t tell her anything, as it appeared to be from an online store.
She walked inside, kicked off her flats, and dropped the mail on the kitchen counter, still looking at the breadbox-sized package. Pulling the cardboard open, she was greeted by a solid wall of wrapping paper. She pulled the wrapped box out, and looked back in the cardboard one. No card was present, just the second box wrapped in shiny blue paper with a pattern of stars on it. Still confused, but now more excited than anything, she decided to wait, and get comfortable before opening it. Her nice shoes had killed her feet, and her khaki pants were starting to itch. Still, she liked the way she looked; feminine, but very respectable. She sometimes got accused of looking like she was constantly on her way to a job interview, but she felt very grown-up. She threw on a tank top and some yoga pants (she would never be seen in public like that, but she needed to unwind, and she wasn’t planning on leaving the house until Monday), and eagerly went back to the kitchen.
She rolled the box over in her hands, trying to find any indication of who it was from. It looked like a shoebox, and she hoped it was the pair of heels she had pointed out to her mom in the mall last week. Finally, she gave up and started peeling the tape off the box. She wasn’t sure why, but she liked the pattern of stars and arrows on the paper, so she wanted to keep it in tact. Sure enough, the paper fell away to reveal a black shoebox, but her heart sank when she didn’t recognize it. Clearly these weren’t the heels, but what were they? Now the balance had shifted from excited back to confused, she popped the lid open.
“Uck,” was the sound she made when she saw inside. It was a pair of those Converse Chuck Taylor shoes people liked so much. She pulled them out of the box to get a better look. They were black canvas with white rubber sides and toes. The “classic,” style, people told her, but she had never seen the appeal. In fact, the only way they could be worse, she thought, would have been if they had been the high top style. Clearly whoever bought these didn’t know her at all. To her they were “punk shoes”. However, she felt a little bit bad when she realized that someone had bought them as a gift, and must have thought she would like them, even if they were wrong. She decided it would be rude to get rid of them, so she put the box in her closet, and planned to figure out the mysterious sender later.
The rest of her weekend went as planned, though she was happy to get to spend a few hours on Saturday with her friend Megan. Sunday night rolled around, and Katie climbed in bed relieved to have finished all her work to get ready for the busy week ahead. She sat up with a start and swore at herself under her breath. Despite all the work she put in toward this week’s events, she had managed to forget the very first one. Monday was to be 80s day, with all the students dressing up in clothes from the 1980s. Katie rolled her eyes; the purist in her knew that their 80s costumes were just excuses to wear tights and leg warmers, and were incredibly inaccurate. Regardless, she had to participate (she had helped plan it, after all). She groggily flipped on the closet light, and dug into the back, where all her rarely-worn clothes were. She pulled out a neon pink sweatshirt that hung off one shoulder, and a pair of black leggings with matching pink stripes that went partway down the leg. She hung them on her closet door, and flopped into bed. She thought to herself how the week was supposed to be fun…sure.
The alarm went off the next morning as always, and Katie rolled out of bed. She was not a morning person, contrary to what most people believed. She pulled her long blonde hair up into a crooked ponytail, and put on a lime green headband. She put on her 80s clothes, and though she thought she looked silly, at least she would be comfortable. After breakfast she went to the closet to put on her shoes. She frowned, remembering that she had just given away her old white running shoes, and had finally outgrown her Keds at the beginning of the year. She looked at her selection of black flats, heels, sandals, and her brand new Nike running shoes (a birthday present) and realized that it was perhaps the least “80s” selection possible. A box in her closet caught her eye, and she groaned, remembering the Converse she had grudgingly kept. Looking at her outfit she knew they were her only option, even though she didn’t like them. She pulled them out of the box, wondering if they were even the right size, and sat on her bed to put them on. Feeling inside them, she grabbed a pair of brightly colored socks and slipped the first one on her foot.
She jumped, nearly falling off the bed. As soon as she put her foot into the shoe, she felt her stomach drop, similar to standing in a fast elevator, or getting kissed by a cute boy. She held her stomach, regretting the combination of Eggo waffles and coffee that morning. A weird tingle lingered though, and she made a note to grab some Tums before leaving. She pulled the other shoe on (with no strange reaction this time) and looked at her feet. She felt weird wearing these shoes, but couldn’t help but notice that they were surprisingly comfortable, and fit her perfectly. She stood up, and her stomach jumped again, though less than before. Shaking her head, she grabbed her books and left for school.
Walking up to her locker, the first person to greet her was Megan. She had a cheetah vest and big, moussed up hair. She walked up with her heavily made up eyebrows raised. “Nice sneaks!” she said with a smirk. “I didn’t have you pegged for a Converse girl.”
*Twinge* Katie jumped again, though the feeling was starting to be more of a tingle and less of a lurch. “I’m not, they were a gift. They just worked with the outfit.” She replied with a scowl, noting again how well they fit her feet, and how comfortable they felt as she walked.
“Okay, well have you seen Jared Kane today?” Megan replied, and went on about a cute Senior guy who was dressed like Slash. Katie just nodded. Megan could go a little boy crazy sometimes, but Katie just went along with it because Megan was her best friend. Fortunately this one didn’t last long as their friend Ashley walked up and distracted Megan with boy talk of her own, though not before mentioning “Katie, I love your sneakers! Are they new?!”
*Tingle* Katie squirmed, but didn’t feel uncomfortable this time. “Good” she thought, “I can’t let my stupid breakfast ruin my day. At least that one didn’t make me feel sick.” She grabbed her notebook and headed off to Econ class. Walking, she couldn’t help but glance down every few steps at her shoes. She still didn’t like them, she knew that, but something about the flash of black and white kept catching her eye.
Wham. Suddenly, caught up in staring at her sneakers, Katie ran right into something and stumbled. She looked up and saw that she had just plowed into Kevin Dennis. He was scrawny, incredibly smart, but incredibly quiet. Katie was in a few classes with him and knew he was a really nice kid.
“I, I, I’m so sorry Katie,” he stammered.
“Oh no, no, Kevin, it was all my fault!” she replied. She felt awful that she had knocked him over, yet he was apologizing. “I need to watch where I’m going. Hey, I love your costume!” She exclaimed as she helped him up. He had a perfect Marty McFly costume, complete with the shiny multicolored hat. He looked down, blushing furiously.
“Thanks.” He said quickly, still staring at the floor. Katie could tell that he was thinking hard about something, when suddenly he blurted out “I think those shoes are really cute on you.” His eyes immediately grew round, clearly realizing what he had said, and his face turned a darker red than his jacket. He clearly wanted to run, but was frozen with embarrassment.
At his statement Katie noticed two things. First, she was mortified that it was so obvious that her sneakers were new, and very unlike her, that everyone seemed to be noticing. She just didn’t dress like that. Second, she felt that tingling sensation shoot through her again. She thought it was just her breakfast again, but this time it almost felt good. The confusion about that tingle, as well as the embarrassment she felt, made her so flustered that she just stood there, mouth half open, completely unsure what to say or do.
It was at that point that Kevin regained his composure, spun around, and began walking away quickly. Katie could even hear him muttering “stupid, stupid. Why” to himself. A few seconds later, it dawned on Katie that Kevin had just called her cute, and she had completely blown him off. She felt awful. First she runs the kid over, and then she ignores his compliment. She hurried off after him, trying to ignore the strange sensation that went through her body with each step she took. She caught up to Kevin at the end of the hall, and tapped him on the shoulder. He stopped, and cautiously turned his head, as though terrified of what he would find behind him. Katie could have sworn he actually squeaked when he saw her.
“Kevin,” she said, thinking carefully about what to say, “thank you.” She decided to leave it at that. She smiled to let him know it was okay. He still looked terrified, so she quickly changed the subject, asking him about his costume. This cheered him up, and they walked together to class chatting casually. He really was a nice kid, she thought, and she was flattered that he thought she was cute.
The rest of the day was much less exciting, but everywhere Katie went, somebody complimented her shoes. She even had Mr. Tooney, the theater director shout down the hall that he loved her Converse. All day, Katie felt that strange tingling. While initially it had been almost nauseating, by lunchtime she couldn’t help but feel bubbly and cheerful. She still hated those shoes though, even if she couldn’t stop staring at them.
It had been a strange day by the time she got home. Fortunately there was no package waiting at the door as she pulled in, and she noted that she was thankful she didn’t have to change today, as she was already really comfortable. Katie grabbed her laptop from her desk, sat on her bed, and started right into her homework. It was easy, and only took an hour or so. Relieved to be finished, she really just needed to unwind and release some of her pent up frustration.
She slid her laptop down her lap as her left hand made its way between her legs. She was surprising even herself; she had never masturbated before. However, it just felt right at the moment. She slid her hand over the crotch of her leggings, wondering why she had never even tried this. Soon, she plunged her hand into her underwear, running her fingers over her outer lips, brushing her clit. Finally she slid a finger into herself, and was amazed to feel the exact same tingling sensation that she had felt all day. Was that what real arousal felt like? She had never been with a guy, nor done anything with herself, so she couldn’t be sure. Soon, her leggings were in the way so she slid her laptop off herself so that she could take care of that. When she did, she froze. Looking down, she was still wearing her sneakers. She felt like she should be more surprised, but she was too aroused. Perhaps it was the finger she still had inserted in her pussy that was the problem, but a little part of her wondered how she had left those shoes on all afternoon.
Sitting up, she yanked them off her feet, feeling spasms through her body as she did. She threw them on the bed next to her, tore off her leggings, and laid back down, working her clit furiously. Softly moaning, she moved her hand up to her chest and began massaging her breasts. She remembered enough from sex-ed to know that nipples were sensitive, but she had severely underestimated how much. Her back arched, and she could feel her pussy dripping. She brought her other hand down to run along her clit and labia while her right hand kept it up on her breasts. She felt amazing. She had never been that interested in sex, but for some reason she was hornier than she could imagine. She loved the feeling of her nipples being softly rolled between her fingers, plus her other hand running up and down her slit. Every bump and ridge brushing her clit sent her further toward the edge…wait. Bumps and ridges? She couldn’t stop what she was doing, but looked down. To her amazement, she had apparently grabbed her left sneaker from the bed, and was rubbing the rubber toe over her pussy. What the hell? This was very strange, and perhaps a bit wrong. They were shoes! Not just that, but they were shoes she hated! Right? The tingling feeling through her body got so much stronger when she saw her sneaker pressing against her crotch. The sight was erotic and beautiful to her.
The more she felt the rubber on her clit, the more she was becoming dissatisfied with her hands on her breasts. She would be annoyed with herself later, but leaned over, grabbed her other Converse, and began caressing the diamond sole pattern over her nipple. She nearly screamed. Her whole body was writhing. Unfortunately, her nipples were inexperienced, and quickly became raw. She removed the sneaker from her chest, and stared at it. It still wasn’t something she wanted to wear, so why was she so damn aroused by them? She brought it up to her face, and sniffed. She nearly passed out with the wave of pleasure that ran through her. She kissed it on the toecap and felt another similar wave pass through. Finally, she stuck the toe straight into her mouth, and bit down on it while her tongue ran circles around the smooth toe, the ribbed sidewall, and the textured sole. She needed to focus both hands downstairs. Still not quite satisfied, and desperately wanting to experience her first orgasm, she used her right hand to spread her lips, lined up the shoe, and pressed it into herself. She had only ever had a few of her fingers and a tampon in there, yet her pussy accepted the toe of the sneaker nearly 2 inches. She spat the sneaker out of her mouth (but loved the feeling of it remaining sitting on her chest) and looked down at the shoe now slowly fucking her. She had lost all control at this point and pushed the sneaker into herself as far as it would go as her first ever orgasm ran through her. She shoved the other shoe back into her mouth just to keep herself from alerting the neighbors with her scream. She felt her fluids run over the toe of the Converse inside her, and with that she passed out.
Katie woke a few minutes later still coming down, but in total disbelief of what she had done. She writhed a bit, realizing that one of her sneakers was still inside her. She slid it out, trying not to arouse herself again, and grabbed the other. One still had saliva over the toe, while the glistened with the result of her orgasm. Unsure of what to do with them, she set them in her closet to dry, and climbed into bed. She was so confused, and just a little bit scared, of what had just transpired. On one hand it was the best feeling she ever had, but on the other hand, what was with those shoes? They had mysteriously appeared on her doorstep, and 2 days later she had shoved one in her vagina. Katie curled up under her covers, and went straight to sleep. It had been the strangest day of her life.
Quick background on this. I really started discovering my fetish in middle/high school, and it has just grown from there. Converse became really popular, and almost every day there was a new girl who had a pair. It drove me wild to see a girl who I already knew and liked show up with her new chucks and show them off to her friends. Based on that, I wrote this story. It's greatly exaggerated and gets a little supernatural and kinky at times later on, but I hope you all like it.
Chapter 1
Katie had a lot on her mind as she pulled into her driveway Friday afternoon. She had a test Monday in Calculus, plus a load of reading to do for her English class. She didn’t understand why people always said your senior year was supposed to be a blowoff. Since September she had been so busy she had barely seen her friends outside school, and she certainly hadn’t succeeded in her goal of finally getting a boyfriend. Anytime she was attracted to a guy she would get flustered and wind up pushing him away before he even got the chance to be interested.
In addition to her schoolwork, Katie knew she had to start planning for the next week. As a member of student council, she had helped put together a program of events to keep students from going crazy during that long stretch between Christmas and Spring Break. She had posters to make, food to order, and a pep rally to organize. It was going to be a short weekend.
She stopped to open the garage door (her parents worked until nearly dinner-time), but noticed a package on the front doorstep. She dropped her backpack and flute case inside, and went out to get the mail. Her 18[SUP]th[/SUP] birthday had been a week before, and sure enough a few of the letters in the pile were addressed to her, and definitely had to be late birthday cards from distant family members. Walking back up the front walk she went in the front door to pick up the package. She was mildly surprised to see it was for her. She hadn’t ordered anything online, and she wasn’t expecting any more gifts (her thank-you note list was already full of the usual gift-givers). The return address didn’t tell her anything, as it appeared to be from an online store.
She walked inside, kicked off her flats, and dropped the mail on the kitchen counter, still looking at the breadbox-sized package. Pulling the cardboard open, she was greeted by a solid wall of wrapping paper. She pulled the wrapped box out, and looked back in the cardboard one. No card was present, just the second box wrapped in shiny blue paper with a pattern of stars on it. Still confused, but now more excited than anything, she decided to wait, and get comfortable before opening it. Her nice shoes had killed her feet, and her khaki pants were starting to itch. Still, she liked the way she looked; feminine, but very respectable. She sometimes got accused of looking like she was constantly on her way to a job interview, but she felt very grown-up. She threw on a tank top and some yoga pants (she would never be seen in public like that, but she needed to unwind, and she wasn’t planning on leaving the house until Monday), and eagerly went back to the kitchen.
She rolled the box over in her hands, trying to find any indication of who it was from. It looked like a shoebox, and she hoped it was the pair of heels she had pointed out to her mom in the mall last week. Finally, she gave up and started peeling the tape off the box. She wasn’t sure why, but she liked the pattern of stars and arrows on the paper, so she wanted to keep it in tact. Sure enough, the paper fell away to reveal a black shoebox, but her heart sank when she didn’t recognize it. Clearly these weren’t the heels, but what were they? Now the balance had shifted from excited back to confused, she popped the lid open.
“Uck,” was the sound she made when she saw inside. It was a pair of those Converse Chuck Taylor shoes people liked so much. She pulled them out of the box to get a better look. They were black canvas with white rubber sides and toes. The “classic,” style, people told her, but she had never seen the appeal. In fact, the only way they could be worse, she thought, would have been if they had been the high top style. Clearly whoever bought these didn’t know her at all. To her they were “punk shoes”. However, she felt a little bit bad when she realized that someone had bought them as a gift, and must have thought she would like them, even if they were wrong. She decided it would be rude to get rid of them, so she put the box in her closet, and planned to figure out the mysterious sender later.
The rest of her weekend went as planned, though she was happy to get to spend a few hours on Saturday with her friend Megan. Sunday night rolled around, and Katie climbed in bed relieved to have finished all her work to get ready for the busy week ahead. She sat up with a start and swore at herself under her breath. Despite all the work she put in toward this week’s events, she had managed to forget the very first one. Monday was to be 80s day, with all the students dressing up in clothes from the 1980s. Katie rolled her eyes; the purist in her knew that their 80s costumes were just excuses to wear tights and leg warmers, and were incredibly inaccurate. Regardless, she had to participate (she had helped plan it, after all). She groggily flipped on the closet light, and dug into the back, where all her rarely-worn clothes were. She pulled out a neon pink sweatshirt that hung off one shoulder, and a pair of black leggings with matching pink stripes that went partway down the leg. She hung them on her closet door, and flopped into bed. She thought to herself how the week was supposed to be fun…sure.
The alarm went off the next morning as always, and Katie rolled out of bed. She was not a morning person, contrary to what most people believed. She pulled her long blonde hair up into a crooked ponytail, and put on a lime green headband. She put on her 80s clothes, and though she thought she looked silly, at least she would be comfortable. After breakfast she went to the closet to put on her shoes. She frowned, remembering that she had just given away her old white running shoes, and had finally outgrown her Keds at the beginning of the year. She looked at her selection of black flats, heels, sandals, and her brand new Nike running shoes (a birthday present) and realized that it was perhaps the least “80s” selection possible. A box in her closet caught her eye, and she groaned, remembering the Converse she had grudgingly kept. Looking at her outfit she knew they were her only option, even though she didn’t like them. She pulled them out of the box, wondering if they were even the right size, and sat on her bed to put them on. Feeling inside them, she grabbed a pair of brightly colored socks and slipped the first one on her foot.
She jumped, nearly falling off the bed. As soon as she put her foot into the shoe, she felt her stomach drop, similar to standing in a fast elevator, or getting kissed by a cute boy. She held her stomach, regretting the combination of Eggo waffles and coffee that morning. A weird tingle lingered though, and she made a note to grab some Tums before leaving. She pulled the other shoe on (with no strange reaction this time) and looked at her feet. She felt weird wearing these shoes, but couldn’t help but notice that they were surprisingly comfortable, and fit her perfectly. She stood up, and her stomach jumped again, though less than before. Shaking her head, she grabbed her books and left for school.
Walking up to her locker, the first person to greet her was Megan. She had a cheetah vest and big, moussed up hair. She walked up with her heavily made up eyebrows raised. “Nice sneaks!” she said with a smirk. “I didn’t have you pegged for a Converse girl.”
*Twinge* Katie jumped again, though the feeling was starting to be more of a tingle and less of a lurch. “I’m not, they were a gift. They just worked with the outfit.” She replied with a scowl, noting again how well they fit her feet, and how comfortable they felt as she walked.
“Okay, well have you seen Jared Kane today?” Megan replied, and went on about a cute Senior guy who was dressed like Slash. Katie just nodded. Megan could go a little boy crazy sometimes, but Katie just went along with it because Megan was her best friend. Fortunately this one didn’t last long as their friend Ashley walked up and distracted Megan with boy talk of her own, though not before mentioning “Katie, I love your sneakers! Are they new?!”
*Tingle* Katie squirmed, but didn’t feel uncomfortable this time. “Good” she thought, “I can’t let my stupid breakfast ruin my day. At least that one didn’t make me feel sick.” She grabbed her notebook and headed off to Econ class. Walking, she couldn’t help but glance down every few steps at her shoes. She still didn’t like them, she knew that, but something about the flash of black and white kept catching her eye.
Wham. Suddenly, caught up in staring at her sneakers, Katie ran right into something and stumbled. She looked up and saw that she had just plowed into Kevin Dennis. He was scrawny, incredibly smart, but incredibly quiet. Katie was in a few classes with him and knew he was a really nice kid.
“I, I, I’m so sorry Katie,” he stammered.
“Oh no, no, Kevin, it was all my fault!” she replied. She felt awful that she had knocked him over, yet he was apologizing. “I need to watch where I’m going. Hey, I love your costume!” She exclaimed as she helped him up. He had a perfect Marty McFly costume, complete with the shiny multicolored hat. He looked down, blushing furiously.
“Thanks.” He said quickly, still staring at the floor. Katie could tell that he was thinking hard about something, when suddenly he blurted out “I think those shoes are really cute on you.” His eyes immediately grew round, clearly realizing what he had said, and his face turned a darker red than his jacket. He clearly wanted to run, but was frozen with embarrassment.
At his statement Katie noticed two things. First, she was mortified that it was so obvious that her sneakers were new, and very unlike her, that everyone seemed to be noticing. She just didn’t dress like that. Second, she felt that tingling sensation shoot through her again. She thought it was just her breakfast again, but this time it almost felt good. The confusion about that tingle, as well as the embarrassment she felt, made her so flustered that she just stood there, mouth half open, completely unsure what to say or do.
It was at that point that Kevin regained his composure, spun around, and began walking away quickly. Katie could even hear him muttering “stupid, stupid. Why” to himself. A few seconds later, it dawned on Katie that Kevin had just called her cute, and she had completely blown him off. She felt awful. First she runs the kid over, and then she ignores his compliment. She hurried off after him, trying to ignore the strange sensation that went through her body with each step she took. She caught up to Kevin at the end of the hall, and tapped him on the shoulder. He stopped, and cautiously turned his head, as though terrified of what he would find behind him. Katie could have sworn he actually squeaked when he saw her.
“Kevin,” she said, thinking carefully about what to say, “thank you.” She decided to leave it at that. She smiled to let him know it was okay. He still looked terrified, so she quickly changed the subject, asking him about his costume. This cheered him up, and they walked together to class chatting casually. He really was a nice kid, she thought, and she was flattered that he thought she was cute.
The rest of the day was much less exciting, but everywhere Katie went, somebody complimented her shoes. She even had Mr. Tooney, the theater director shout down the hall that he loved her Converse. All day, Katie felt that strange tingling. While initially it had been almost nauseating, by lunchtime she couldn’t help but feel bubbly and cheerful. She still hated those shoes though, even if she couldn’t stop staring at them.
It had been a strange day by the time she got home. Fortunately there was no package waiting at the door as she pulled in, and she noted that she was thankful she didn’t have to change today, as she was already really comfortable. Katie grabbed her laptop from her desk, sat on her bed, and started right into her homework. It was easy, and only took an hour or so. Relieved to be finished, she really just needed to unwind and release some of her pent up frustration.
She slid her laptop down her lap as her left hand made its way between her legs. She was surprising even herself; she had never masturbated before. However, it just felt right at the moment. She slid her hand over the crotch of her leggings, wondering why she had never even tried this. Soon, she plunged her hand into her underwear, running her fingers over her outer lips, brushing her clit. Finally she slid a finger into herself, and was amazed to feel the exact same tingling sensation that she had felt all day. Was that what real arousal felt like? She had never been with a guy, nor done anything with herself, so she couldn’t be sure. Soon, her leggings were in the way so she slid her laptop off herself so that she could take care of that. When she did, she froze. Looking down, she was still wearing her sneakers. She felt like she should be more surprised, but she was too aroused. Perhaps it was the finger she still had inserted in her pussy that was the problem, but a little part of her wondered how she had left those shoes on all afternoon.
Sitting up, she yanked them off her feet, feeling spasms through her body as she did. She threw them on the bed next to her, tore off her leggings, and laid back down, working her clit furiously. Softly moaning, she moved her hand up to her chest and began massaging her breasts. She remembered enough from sex-ed to know that nipples were sensitive, but she had severely underestimated how much. Her back arched, and she could feel her pussy dripping. She brought her other hand down to run along her clit and labia while her right hand kept it up on her breasts. She felt amazing. She had never been that interested in sex, but for some reason she was hornier than she could imagine. She loved the feeling of her nipples being softly rolled between her fingers, plus her other hand running up and down her slit. Every bump and ridge brushing her clit sent her further toward the edge…wait. Bumps and ridges? She couldn’t stop what she was doing, but looked down. To her amazement, she had apparently grabbed her left sneaker from the bed, and was rubbing the rubber toe over her pussy. What the hell? This was very strange, and perhaps a bit wrong. They were shoes! Not just that, but they were shoes she hated! Right? The tingling feeling through her body got so much stronger when she saw her sneaker pressing against her crotch. The sight was erotic and beautiful to her.
The more she felt the rubber on her clit, the more she was becoming dissatisfied with her hands on her breasts. She would be annoyed with herself later, but leaned over, grabbed her other Converse, and began caressing the diamond sole pattern over her nipple. She nearly screamed. Her whole body was writhing. Unfortunately, her nipples were inexperienced, and quickly became raw. She removed the sneaker from her chest, and stared at it. It still wasn’t something she wanted to wear, so why was she so damn aroused by them? She brought it up to her face, and sniffed. She nearly passed out with the wave of pleasure that ran through her. She kissed it on the toecap and felt another similar wave pass through. Finally, she stuck the toe straight into her mouth, and bit down on it while her tongue ran circles around the smooth toe, the ribbed sidewall, and the textured sole. She needed to focus both hands downstairs. Still not quite satisfied, and desperately wanting to experience her first orgasm, she used her right hand to spread her lips, lined up the shoe, and pressed it into herself. She had only ever had a few of her fingers and a tampon in there, yet her pussy accepted the toe of the sneaker nearly 2 inches. She spat the sneaker out of her mouth (but loved the feeling of it remaining sitting on her chest) and looked down at the shoe now slowly fucking her. She had lost all control at this point and pushed the sneaker into herself as far as it would go as her first ever orgasm ran through her. She shoved the other shoe back into her mouth just to keep herself from alerting the neighbors with her scream. She felt her fluids run over the toe of the Converse inside her, and with that she passed out.
Katie woke a few minutes later still coming down, but in total disbelief of what she had done. She writhed a bit, realizing that one of her sneakers was still inside her. She slid it out, trying not to arouse herself again, and grabbed the other. One still had saliva over the toe, while the glistened with the result of her orgasm. Unsure of what to do with them, she set them in her closet to dry, and climbed into bed. She was so confused, and just a little bit scared, of what had just transpired. On one hand it was the best feeling she ever had, but on the other hand, what was with those shoes? They had mysteriously appeared on her doorstep, and 2 days later she had shoved one in her vagina. Katie curled up under her covers, and went straight to sleep. It had been the strangest day of her life.