Sheila was a nice looking girl, about 5'2" with a slender build and great legs. The day I first saw her, she was wearing a black skirt and white blouse. It was a very simple but somehow very provocative outfit, I couldn't put my finger on it. She stood there balanced on one foot while she rubbed her calf with her bare left foot. What beautifully high arches she had. Her shoe was on the floor in the place where she had lifted her foot out of it to do her "massage" job. I glanced down to admire her shoes. They were traditional black flats that most of the girls in my school wore, except th ere was something different about these flats. There was almost nothing to them! I would guess that the amount of leather put there to cover her toes measured just a little over an inch. The inner lining was gold except where the friction of Sheila's foot had removed its material. Without appearing to be infatuated by Sheila's flats (and believe me, I was), I glanced at her other foot still inside her shoe and viewed the greatest display of toe cleaveage I had ever seen. All five of her toes were plainly visible inside the shoe; only her toenails were covered and, looking closely, I could just make out the top of her little toenail extending from the leather's stiching. Her high arch extended up past the inner side of that sexy shoe and I could see its gold inner lining and sole. The bell rang and I had to go but not before I watched her lower her foot down towards that sexy shoe and step most effortlessly into it. As she turned around to go into the class room, she nearly stepped back out of them. I had to meet this girl, she had fired my fetish. When class ended, I found myself sitting on the campus lawn near the front door waiting to see if she would appear. It wasn't very long before she came out the door and headed towards the parking lot, a route that would take her close to me. It was all she could do to keep her feet inside her fla ts. She was struggling valiantly but, coming down the steps, her right shoe just dropped off her foot and onto the cement. She stopped and slipped back into the shoe and continued on her way taking very small steps and being careful not to lift her feet very far off the sidewalk. Each time she to ok a step, one of her heels would slip out and then return with a soft slap. After about 10 steps or so, she walked out of her right shoe again. Undaunted, she lifted her foot out of the other shoe, bent down, took them in hand, and carried them the rest of the way, making better progress barefoo t. I couldn't resist the temptation, so I got up and quickly walked over and greeted her with a "I see you're having trouble with your shoes today" comment. She looked up at me and smiled and agreed that she was indeed having trouble but loved those shoes so much that she couldn't get rid of them. I introduced myself and asked her if I could drive her home. She smiled and accepted. I was in love! On the way to her house, I couldn't resist telling her that I really admired her shoes and asked where she had bought them. "Mahlings," she answered as she slipped back into them and planted her feet firmly on the floorboard. We engaged in small talk as we proceeded to her house and, siezing the moment, asked her if she would like to go out the next Saturday night. To my surprise she accepted. Feeling braver by the moment, I asked her if she wouldn't mind wearing those shoes on our date. She smiled at me and told me she would wear them If I wanted her to, but had something better, even s exier than those. I could hardly believe that, so I agreed. The next three days, Sheila and I were together during most of our spare time between classes and at lunch. To my amazment, she wore her flats to school on each of those days, usually carrying them I might add. I picked her up Saturday night and she was a sight to behold. On our first date she wore a pair of tight Levis and a white sleeveless cotton top. The shoes were everything she had promised, another pair of low-cut black flats that showed just as much toe cleaveage as her old pair. These were bran d new and were just as tantalizing. They were round toed with a vamp that had the shape of a heart. Because they were new, she didn't have too much trouble keeping them on, but she could dip, slide, glide, and dangle in them! I spent most of the evening (we went to a drive-in movie) watching her play with those shoes and even getting in a little action myself. A beautiful relationship had begun. As it turned out, Sheila was just as much a shoe lover as I was. She also had a thing for showing her toes and arches, and enjoyed showing them as much as us guys enjoyed watching her. Every pair of shoes she had were cut so as to expose a varying portion of her toes and arches. She was also into heels and had a few pairs of moderately high pumps; all the same style except for their color. I especially admired her black patent and red leather pumps. In them, her walk was transformed to a work of art. Her arches extened even higher out of the supple leather, and her toes kind of squeezed together presenting a very exotic sight to those who took the time to admire her. We went together for about a year and then parted company still friends. I left the area to pursue a career while she stayed and got married. I never saw her after that and have often wondered if she still wears those outrageous shoes. I bet she does. .