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Subject: {ASSM} Footjobs under the table (memoir)
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Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2011 20:10:07 -0500
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One of my fondest memories of high school was lunchtime in the
cafeteria.  The lunchroom had the long narrow tables that could seat
two people on each side.  Once in a blue moon, I would get an
occasional attractive young lady to sit across from me while I'm
eating lunch.

One day, I got lucky to have one of my classmates who I would chase
around sit in front of me.  Her jock boyfriend was not there.
Actually, he had a separate lunch time than she did.  My school had
three different lunch periods.  She was in mine.

One day, I was sitting with her.  While I was eating my peanut butter
and jelly sandwich, I felt her leg running up my leg.  I ignored it
for a moment.  She kept feeling up my leg, and worked her foot up to
my crotch.  When she planted her foot into my lap, I damn near spat
out the milk I was drinking.

I was shocked that the young lady, who would run to her junior varsity
wrestler of a lover, every time I chased her around in gym class,
would be playing with my lap as I'm eating my afternoon meal.  Not
that I'm complaining, but at the time, I found it very hypocritical of
her.  I didn't bother to say anything.  I was happy to know that she
kind of liked me.

Curious, I wanted to find out how far she was willing to go with it.
I kept silent, and I ate and drank very slowly.  I didn't want to
choke or spit anything out if she got a little rough.  Luckily, we
were sitting in the middle of the long table, where nobody would
notice.  Besides, most of our classmates were eating and chatting with
each other to notice.  If we would have been sitting at the ends,
someone could notice as they were walking to sit down.

She would sit and take care of her lunch while she played with my
pants with her petite little feet.  She would rub me with her shoes
on.  Sometimes, she would push down to see if I would budge, just to
see if I would react somehow.  I learned to ignore it, but I was still
getting off on her.

There is an old saying that one should "hide the sword with a smile."
That's what I did when she was pleasuring me under the table.  It kind
of annoyed her, so she tried harder to get something out of me.
Anything from a loud grunt to an orgasm would have made her happy.
There were times when I wanted to, but I fought it off.  Believe me.
She was giving it to me real good.  Still, I had to keep a straight
face while I was eating.

It got to her.  I could see it in her eyes.  I could also feel it in
my nether regions.  Once in a while, I would gawk down and watch her
play with my growing boner.  There were times I thought I would break
when I would see her playing with me.  The sight of her pumping her
high-heeled foot into me like the gas and brake pedal of her car was
also almost enough to make me concede.

I didn't want her to win.  I was afraid that if I gave in to her, she
would never do me again.  I was enjoying it too much.  I never wanted
it to end.  It felt way too good to give it up.  For once in my
pathetic teenage life, I finally got a hot chick to notice me.

One time, she pushed on me a little too hard.  She fell over in her
chair and humiliated herself in front of everybody.  It was the only
time that anybody noticed.  Unfortunately, she was the one that got
the attention, not me.  Luckily, nobody cared too much.  It was
quickly ignored.

I never said anything out of respect for her.  I just played along
with the crowd.  At first, she was offended.  I didn't see her for
about a week. I guess, after she thought it over, she got back on the
saddle and tried again.  This time, she played it safe and learned to
be more subtle.

She would grind her foot into me the best that she could.  She would
treat my manhood like it was one of her cigarettes she was putting out
on the blacktop outside of the school.  Pushing her weight into me,
she tried to get me to moan in front of the crowd.  Even a funny look
on my face would have satisfied her.  I never gave it to her.  The
more I put it off, the harder she tried.  It was a chess game between
the both of us.

This ritual kept on going until late into our junior year at high
school.  The lunch schedule changed.  When that event happened, she
convinced her female friends to try to get me off in front of
everybody.  It became her secret goal to embarrass me somehow.  They
would dress up in short skirts and high heels in class, just to let me
know what they are up to.  When the buzzer went off at noon, I knew
they would be ready to prey upon me.

I was ready for them.  I changed from jeans to sweatpants, just so I
could get more feeling out of it.  I kept hiding that sword with a
smile as they assaulted my loins underneath the lunch table.  They
tried everything from the spikes of their heels to points of their
toes.  One of them made me explode in my pants.  When she did, I would
just spill some milk on the spot and run into the guy's bathroom.

I let it happen up to graduation.  No one ever bothered to say
anything about it.  It was our dirty little secret.  At least up to
now.  I enjoyed every little bit of it -- the grinding, the pumping,
the rubbing, and the pushing.  I never had so much fun eating lunch in
my whole life.

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