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It was a rainy winter day. New Year's Eve was long gone, but winter persisted in the rural area where our school was located.
The school itself was actually quite nicely located, next to a river and a mountain with a small castle overlooking the panorama.

A few weeks had passed since my last visit to the girls' changing room. At the moment I didn't even have the urge to know exactly what it was I couldn't pin down.

Sabine hadn't really noticed it back then either. Sure - that the shoe was in the sink, but nobody thought about what had really happened to him. Everyone thought it was a stupid prank on some low-grade boys. She hadn't even noticed the stains on the side; she wore the Converse for a few days afterwards. But suddenly one morning no more. It wasn’t because of the bad weather, it had been just as bad for the whole week. In short - I was really down.
Not only emotionally, no also mentally. Not in the mood for nothing, always in a bad mood. It didn't help that Ines (name changed) kept trying to provoke me.

I don't know if it was her intention or not, but she only gave snappy answers when I asked her normal questions - or none at all. Why? I dont know. In retrospect, I can only imagine that she was jealous that I got along well with Sabine. Until then, anyway.

She was a good friend of hers, but what was that supposed to mean? I wasn't even her partner! If she should be angry or jealous of you, then yes to him, as badly as he treated Sabine. I hadn't said a bad word about Inez. Never. In fact, I didn't really care about her because I didn't have much to do with her outside of the classroom.

Maybe that was the mistake?

She was very addicted to being the center of everything. She had a talent for always putting herself in the middle, no matter what the topic was and whether she was involved in any way beforehand.

Even Sabine said not very reluctantly to me how much it would annoy her. But even then I took Ines under protection and looked for reasons for her behavior. Well, so be it.

Ines also enjoyed the looks of the boys and men - yes men. She just liked to provoke. And how would that be easier than with a plunging neckline? Her bust size was quite generous, too generous for my taste. Just like her butt, big but not fat. Well, she had long legs.

Still, she was anything but my "type". Her lousy character didn’t add to that. But then I was actually alone with this view of her - everyone else was fascinated by her. She and her deep V-necklines with push-up bras, mini skirts, nylons and hot pants. Actually, she didn't care about a certain style line, all of her clothes were chosen based on whether they highlighted her figure in any way or not.

In addition, she sat in the second row, from which she always crossed her arms (this emphasized the breasts when they were on her arms and made them appear even larger) and crossed her legs (but that sometimes let her panties peek out from under her skirt still looked as if that was of course completely unintentional.) could turn the teachers' heads.

You can tell I just didn't like her. I really didn't care about her appearance, because of me she should provoke who she wants, but what didn't work was her way of dealing with me. What if there was at least a reason for it? But no, even after all this time I didn't become aware of anyone.

In any case, it was said rainy winter day. As always, I was one of the first in the classroom, as I was one of the only ones who came to school by train, the rest came by bus, which traveled through several villages.

I was typing something on my iPod touch - iPhones were priceless back then and no more useful than an iPod. Then the first came into the classroom, including Ines. As always, I ignored her as best I could, knowing that she wasn't going to be friendly anyway.

That's why I didn't notice it until after the lesson had started. Ines didn't wear any DocMartens as usual, no, she had something new on her feet.

A black pair of Ricosta winter boots, more precisely Ricosta Rianas.

So far I only knew the manufacturer from c***dren's shoes, which were not really my field. But this couple was different, more feminine, more adult.

The boots were made of black suede, about medium length. The shaft upwards was not smooth, but slightly gathered. This gathering changed depending on the position of the foot, which made it "interesting". They were not close to the foot either, but there was definitely 3 cm of “space” between the shaft and the foot.
As a further eye-catcher, two straps were attached to each ankle, which formed an X in the middle of the foot.

There was a buckle on each side, but it was there for the purely visual point of view, you couldn't adjust it. Nevertheless, it made a small, bright, metallic noise with every step. To take it off, there was a long zipper on the inside down to the sole, which had a small heel of approx. 2-3 cm.

Somehow I couldn't look away from my boots. Was it the color of the leather? The shape of the gathering? The straps? The pattern on the sole? I couldn't make up my mind. It gnawed at me. On the one hand, I despised Inez, but these boots attracted me.

It didn't help that she tried to get attention through her shoes. As stupid as that may sound. But she kept dropping one of her pens into one of the boots, between the shaft and black nylons that she had combined with it. Then she fished the pen out again, only to repeat the same thing immediately.

Pen in boots, pen in boots, pen in boots, pen in boots, pen in boots, pen in boots, pen in boots, pen in boots, pen in boots, pen in boots, pen in boots, pen in boots, ...

Throughout the morning. I didn't notice anything from class. I had to watch every repetition like spellbound. Sometimes left boot, sometimes right boot.

Pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, ...

I even dreamed of it that evening.

Pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, pen in boot, ...
There was only one way out of this drama.

I had to look closely at the boots.

By now I knew all the timetables by heart, including who was taking physical education classes, when and, above all, where. When was the best time to “visit” the locker room. Which excuse worked best.

So it wasn't much of a problem sneaking into the girls' locker room. It was the same as the one Sabine's Converse was in back then. Good for me, because the shower was an excellent “escape” when things had to be done quickly.

I opened the locker room door. No one there.

Perfect.

And there they were already. The zipper was wide open on both boots, the shaft folded outwards. Today she hadn't combined any nylons, only blue jeans and white short socks. I sat on the wooden bench and picked up one of the boots. It was a lot lighter than I thought. He was pretty heel heavy. But of course, it was only made of light suede.

The leather was amazingly soft and pleasant to the touch. On the inside was just a little thin black fabric. I smelled lightly on it. No particular smell that stood out particularly. I was a little disappointed. Nevertheless, I unbuttoned my pants, I didn't want to have snuck into the locker room for nothing.

At first I tried to penetrate the shoe, but it didn't really work. The opening of the shaft was too high, I couldn't get to the tip of the boot. Not even right down to the heel. I could only touch the sole. It wouldn't turn out like that.
I took a closer look at the outsole, took my member between both soles of the boots and tried to jerk off. That didn't work really well either, the boots were too light, I couldn't build up any real pressure.

I closed one boot again and tried to get some form of pressure on the top of the shaft, but failed here too.

Then the "saving" idea came to me.

The straps.

They were sewn quite tightly to the boot, but with a little feeling I got my penis between the "X" of the straps. Much better! But not good yet. There was still some pressure missing.

I looked around.

In the backpack next to me there was an empty 0.5l PET bottle on the outside pocket. Without further ado I took it and put it in my boot. Immediately the straps closed and literally squeezed my member. But in a good way. I moved the boot so prepared back and forth. It feels good! The soft suede and the tightly tightening straps. I was getting faster and faster, the boots would still bring me to orgasm.
Suddenly the door to the changing room swung open. I had completely forgotten to pay attention to noises. It was Sabine. She entered only with her eyes on the floor and did not suspect that someone else would be in the locker room. When she raised her head she was startled.

"YOU? What are you doing there, please? ”She asked in an excited voice.

I didn't know what to say, my piece was still in the strap of the boot, which hung by itself and dangled in the air.

"Is that Ines‘ boots? ", She said after a short pause full of strange silence, while she looked me up and down.

I nodded.

"Let me guess, you were just as annoyed with your game as everyone else, right?

"Games?"
"Yeah, you already know, about the stupid pen"

Somehow she seemed to care less about the situation than she thought.

Again, not knowing what to say exactly, I simply nodded.

“I thought to myself, the stupid piece annoyed the whole class with it! Pen in, pen out, it drives me crazy! And every time that ultra-annoying clatter from the shoe, oh man! "

I was perplexed. I'd rather let her talk. She came closer to me, pulled on the boot with my penis in the strap.

"Would be better if they were dressed, wouldn't it?" She said after looking at the situation.

"Hm, yes ..."

"Wait.", She sat down next to me on the bench, took off her Nike Free sports shoes, grabbed Ines ‘left boot and put it on without further ado. She was smaller than Ines, so it wasn't a problem. The boots were much too big for her.

I watched them.

"Come on, give it to me!"

She took off my boot and put it on too. Slight sperm traces had formed on the side from the back and forth with the straps.

I also sat down on the bench and we turned so that we each sat opposite.

"Somehow I always wanted to try that," she said and took my member between both boots. Then she started giving me a shoe job. First with the tip, then with the side, then finally with the sole. It felt very good. The black suede and the pattern on the sole.

Then she turned and went into the doggystyle position.
Her bum looked really good even in her sports pants. They were cut extra tight, but still normal sports pants. The boots were now facing me with the soles.

I went back between the straps, took them by the waist and moved my hips. I was very stimulated by the movement, I felt how I was getting closer to climax.

"I'll be right there," I stammered out.

She grabbed the zipper on the other boot and pulled it off, turning the shaft around as far as it went. Then I pulled myself off the straps and sat on the bench.

Sabine introduced me to the boot and moved the shoe. It wasn't long before I couldn't hold my juice anymore and shot it all in the boot.

I took a deep breath. She put the shoes back as they were. We nodded to each other.

"That stays between us, get it?"

Without a word I left the cabin through the shower, Sabine went through the normal door.

I was about to leave when I noticed her white socks. With one movement I tucked both of them under my underpants. Nothing should be noticed during a possible bag check.

In the physics lesson that followed, Ines did not come into the hall with her boots, but with sports shoes.

But she looked neither angry nor sad, no, she was already gossiping about another classmate. Unnoticed in the last row - as always - I pulled one of her socks over my link.

She sat down in front of me. Since the hall was equipped with rising rows of seats to the rear, I could see over all the tables.

Also in Ines place and her handbag that was on the edge. Her black boots were stuffed in it. She must have just packed them up.

I leaned over to the two girls and jokingly asked them why she wasn't wearing her boots, we would miss her pen game.

“Oh, no more desire. In the sports lesson someone thought he was particularly cool and would leave me and Franzi (name changed) a surprise. "

"A surprise ?!" I asked, acting.

"Yes. We just had a break and went back to the changing room, there was Fabio (name changed) in the middle, pants down and had fun with Franzi's underwear. He must have injected me into my shoes. "

"What?" I was really surprised.

Not only did I never expect anyone else to sneak into the locker room, no, it was Fabio too! I only knew him briefly and remembered him as a quiet, nerdy guy, but that was Franzi too.

"Yes No idea. That's why I prefer not to wear them anymore ”, both giggled.

"And now, what are you doing now?" I looked at Franzi.

“You know, I don't really care. He apologized and gave Ines 100 €! "

Ines waved two 50s.

"Seems to have been a good deal!" I winked and leaned back in the bank, slightly relieved, and thought.

I kept my socks on for the rest of the day without hosing down.

I had a few more hours of tutoring and strolled back to the train station, past the city center. There was a shop there where you could rent various compartments and sell all kinds of items there that you no longer needed. Usually it was unnecessary odds and ends. The proceeds went straight to the account at the end of the month, minus a small commission for the shop operator.

But I saw Ines go into the shop with Franzi. How is that? She would certainly not buy anything there, that was "used". I waited quietly across the street until they left the store and were out of sight.

I went in and ran down the hallways. A few books here, a few decorative objects, etc. Until I was at the end of row 2. In front of me were a pair of black winter boots at eye level. The golden Ricosta logo was on the shaft.

Can this be?

But they were hers, I could see it on the side of the suede where my tracks were still clearly visible if you knew what to look for. Without a word I packed my shoes, went to the cash register and paid the far too overpriced price Ines had set for them. It was almost the new price for the shoes, maybe two euros less.

But somehow I had a bad conscience. I didn't want to harm anyone in what I did. So at that moment I didn't care how much she asked.

I got an ecologically degradable paper carrier bag with the boots. What must the seller have thought? I didn't really care either.

So I went home with the black Ricosta winter boots, size 39.

When I got there I hid it as best I could in a box in the basement, nobody was allowed to find it. I couldn't “use” it either, because tearing the other strap would be too risky and enjoying it elsewhere would fail in the locker room. But I still had her white socks, which I held in high esteem and soiled as little as possible.

Well maybe a little.

On the one hand I was really sorry, but on the other hand her reaction was so disinterested that it almost confirmed me again. She was just fixated on herself. That is why I enjoyed it so intensely to pull her socks over my member and ejaculated with relish at the thought of Ines ‘black winter boots with the sweet straps.

End of chapter 2.

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