1. Tara's Feet

Tara was never happy with her feet.

She was under no illusion that she was a super-model, but she was fairly pleased with what she saw in the mirror. She looked good. Cute face. flat stomach. Limbs that are just the right length. She could not really find a fault in her body, except for maybe the occasional zit, even if she tried.

Yet her feet were just beyond gross. They were shaped like bricks, had rough peeling skin. Bits of hair coming out of her knuckles which grew almost as fast as she plucked it out. If she had to say anything good about her feet, it was maybe that they didn’t smell bad. Not even if they were stuck inside her shoes for most of the day (and why won’t they be hidden whenever possible, with them being so utterly ugly?).

Tara got used to not looking at her feet. Whether she was putting shoes on or taking them off or scrubbing them clean in the shower – she knew exactly where they were and didn’t feel a need to look at them. Out of sight, out mind.

Hiding her feet was easy as she never went sockless outside of the bathroom and in the rare occasions she had to shower in public she wore Crocks.

A few times some people did get a glimpse of her feet, but were tactful enough to say nothing. In most cases it almost seemed as if they didn’t even notice her monster feet. Tara didn’t complain and was grateful for their pity. Better to have pity than contempt and ridicule. Regardless, every time someone saw her feet Tara was burning inside with shame.

Which is why Tara has mastered the art of keeping her feet tucked in. Once that happened she stopped stressing about the whole thing and moved on with her life.

Until that night with Chad Berger, her first serious boyfriend.

At the age of nineteen Tara felt mature enough to have sex and certainly horny enough. She didn’t plan for it to happen just like she didn’t plan for it not to happen. It just did.

Tara and Chad were making out on his bed when suddenly she just grabbed his crotch. Chad was perfectly satisfied with staying north of the border and it was her who opened the international border and stamped his passport. Chad’s eyes lit up and he pulled his shirt off in one swoop. It was going to happen right there and then.

And that is when it crossed her mind: her feet! Unless she was planning to have sex with socks…

Chad noticed the change in mood. “What’s wrong?”

Tara resisted the urge to lie. She can’t have a relationship, a sexual one at that, while keeping her secret.
She quickly took off her socks and pointed at her feet. “This. My feet.”

Saying nothing, Chad closed his eyes and sensually rubbed his lips against her right foot. Tara threw up on his head.