Mike
03-22-2009, 01:15 AM
MY COUSIN JULIE. Written by David
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I am not sure how old I was,when possibly the most formative experience of my ‘foot life’ occurred. It was an ordinary day,spent,as were most of my days during the school holidays,walking for miles along the canals,and doing other kids stuff,with my cousin,John,and so there was nothing to warn me of the tumultuous havoc that my emotions would be subjected to that night.
When we came home for our evening meal,my aunt,uncle,and cousin Julie were sat at a table with 4 chairs in the garden,enjoying cold drinks,as it was still very pleasant outside.John grabbed the 4th chair,leaving me to sit on the grass,I preferred to sit on the grass anyway,so I could surreptitiously watch Julie dangling her Scholl sandals,and flexing her pretty feet this way and that.At the time,I did not understand my feelings,but I was all but mesmerized by her feet,and was terrified of my ‘interest’ being discovered.”So”,began Julie,indulging in her favourite hobby,of winding her brother up.”What mischief have you two been up to today,then?”.”You watch your mouth!”,responded her brother,and looked at me for support.”Yeah”,I said,pathetically,and with the greatest reluctance,for,secretly,I adored Julie,I thought she was beautiful.Julie looked at me and said,”what did you say,David?”.She smiled in amusement,watching me blush furiously,as I always did then,when she focused her attention on me.”Nothing”,I mumbled in reply.”I thought so,David”,said Julie,looking at her brother,with huge satisfaction.Looking back,I am sure that Julie knew perfectly well that I had a ‘thing’ for her,but,with us boys being much slower on the uptake,John just glared at me,for letting his sister ‘walk all over me’” Break it up!”,admonished my Aunt Kate,good naturedly”It’s time we went in for our meal”.
.After passing a pleasant evening watching tv,tired,through sunshine and outdoor activity,I was looking forward to getting my head down on the sofa,as was the norm,during the school hols..After saying our good nights,I settled down on the sofa. Just then,Julie came back into the room,and said,”sorry to disturb you,David”,as she walked to the wall opposite the sofa,and did something she had never done before.She slipped off her Scholl sandals,and,smiling at me,said,”sweet dreams,David”,as she left the living room bare foot,on her way to bed.
As tired as I was,sleep proved elusive.Even with my eyes closed,I still had a perfect image of those sandals,and my mind kept playing an action replay of my beautiful cousin casually,but also excitingly,slipping them off her golden,shapely feet. Eventually,as though ruled by an imperative quite beyond my control,I got up from the sofa and knelt before those sandals,as though at a shrine.When I picked one of them up,I began to tremble with a sort of illicit excitement,was gripped by an awe,almost religious in it’s intensity,as if I was holding before me,The Holy Grail,which of course,in a way,,I was. I looked at the sandal,in wonderous fascination,I could plainly see where her heel,the ball of her foot,and the pads of her toes had been.,as her sandals were well worn,and the accumulation of sweat and grime was there to see. Now,at the point of no return,I kissed the sandal,in worship.It felt so right,and I was thrilled at the chance to pay homage to her,in this way.Then,for a long time,I licked the smooth wood of those sandals,that adorned the beautiful feet of my cousin,as though it were some sacred and satisfying chore. Much later,when I finally put my head down to sleep,I was glowing with a ‘spiritual’ contentment that I had never known before,and rarely since.
The following morning,I didn’t know if it was my imagination, that my cousin Julie seemed to study her sandals for a long time,before slipping them on,and looking at me,as she did so,with her seemingly all knowing gaze.
That night,though,she repeated her actions of the previous night,and,after everyone else had gone to bed,she came in with her apologies at forgetting to leave her sandals behind, After that,she always remembered to be forgetful. It became a ritual. Oh,those glorious days of Summer!
Please send comments and appreciation to voondave@yahoo.co.uk
I am not sure how old I was,when possibly the most formative experience of my ‘foot life’ occurred. It was an ordinary day,spent,as were most of my days during the school holidays,walking for miles along the canals,and doing other kids stuff,with my cousin,John,and so there was nothing to warn me of the tumultuous havoc that my emotions would be subjected to that night.
When we came home for our evening meal,my aunt,uncle,and cousin Julie were sat at a table with 4 chairs in the garden,enjoying cold drinks,as it was still very pleasant outside.John grabbed the 4th chair,leaving me to sit on the grass,I preferred to sit on the grass anyway,so I could surreptitiously watch Julie dangling her Scholl sandals,and flexing her pretty feet this way and that.At the time,I did not understand my feelings,but I was all but mesmerized by her feet,and was terrified of my ‘interest’ being discovered.”So”,began Julie,indulging in her favourite hobby,of winding her brother up.”What mischief have you two been up to today,then?”.”You watch your mouth!”,responded her brother,and looked at me for support.”Yeah”,I said,pathetically,and with the greatest reluctance,for,secretly,I adored Julie,I thought she was beautiful.Julie looked at me and said,”what did you say,David?”.She smiled in amusement,watching me blush furiously,as I always did then,when she focused her attention on me.”Nothing”,I mumbled in reply.”I thought so,David”,said Julie,looking at her brother,with huge satisfaction.Looking back,I am sure that Julie knew perfectly well that I had a ‘thing’ for her,but,with us boys being much slower on the uptake,John just glared at me,for letting his sister ‘walk all over me’” Break it up!”,admonished my Aunt Kate,good naturedly”It’s time we went in for our meal”.
.After passing a pleasant evening watching tv,tired,through sunshine and outdoor activity,I was looking forward to getting my head down on the sofa,as was the norm,during the school hols..After saying our good nights,I settled down on the sofa. Just then,Julie came back into the room,and said,”sorry to disturb you,David”,as she walked to the wall opposite the sofa,and did something she had never done before.She slipped off her Scholl sandals,and,smiling at me,said,”sweet dreams,David”,as she left the living room bare foot,on her way to bed.
As tired as I was,sleep proved elusive.Even with my eyes closed,I still had a perfect image of those sandals,and my mind kept playing an action replay of my beautiful cousin casually,but also excitingly,slipping them off her golden,shapely feet. Eventually,as though ruled by an imperative quite beyond my control,I got up from the sofa and knelt before those sandals,as though at a shrine.When I picked one of them up,I began to tremble with a sort of illicit excitement,was gripped by an awe,almost religious in it’s intensity,as if I was holding before me,The Holy Grail,which of course,in a way,,I was. I looked at the sandal,in wonderous fascination,I could plainly see where her heel,the ball of her foot,and the pads of her toes had been.,as her sandals were well worn,and the accumulation of sweat and grime was there to see. Now,at the point of no return,I kissed the sandal,in worship.It felt so right,and I was thrilled at the chance to pay homage to her,in this way.Then,for a long time,I licked the smooth wood of those sandals,that adorned the beautiful feet of my cousin,as though it were some sacred and satisfying chore. Much later,when I finally put my head down to sleep,I was glowing with a ‘spiritual’ contentment that I had never known before,and rarely since.
The following morning,I didn’t know if it was my imagination, that my cousin Julie seemed to study her sandals for a long time,before slipping them on,and looking at me,as she did so,with her seemingly all knowing gaze.
That night,though,she repeated her actions of the previous night,and,after everyone else had gone to bed,she came in with her apologies at forgetting to leave her sandals behind, After that,she always remembered to be forgetful. It became a ritual. Oh,those glorious days of Summer!