You might wonder why I'm doing rope jumps on a guy while wearing high heels. It's hard to explain. It all started when I was 15 years old. My family was invited to some kind big classy event. I remember they bought me an expensive dress and my first pair of high heels. I never really considered wearing heels, it just seemed inconvenient. Fast forward to the event. It was fucking boring. Everyone was just standing around talking about... boring things. I was wandering off looking for something that isn't boring. That's when I met Dave. He was 11.
He was lying on the grass in the garden. I walked up to him. Or rather I tried. I kept sinking into the ground with my heels. So I stumbled towards him.
Dave noticed me and sighed. "Stupid girls."
"Rude! It's not my fault, it's those shoes." I exclaimed.
"Ugh. Girls are so dumb. Just take them off."
"I'm not going to walk on the grass barefoot! There are ants."
"I'm lying here. No ants. Also they would just die if you step on them. Because you're so heavy."
I finally arrived next to him. "Maybe I should step on you."
"Go ahead. You can't hurt me. You're just a girl."
I kicked him in the side. Not really hard. "I'm going to do it!"
"Yeah right." He looked away.
He was so rude I had to teach him a lesson. So I took a big leap and jumped onto him with both feet. He yelped and I had a hard time to balance myself. Shifting on and off my heels repeatedly. I almost fell off multiple times, but I managed to keep standing on that rude boy. I was so focused on not falling of that I didn't notice he began to cry. I got off him. "I'm sorry!"
He wiped his tears. "It's... it's nothing! Stupid girl. I was just surprised! Do it again, I can take it!"
"No, I won't!"
"Chicken!"
"No, I don't want to hurt you!"
"Girls can't hurt boys!"
He was just so rude. I had to teach him a lesson. So I stepped on him again. He really tried to no react, but I could see that I'm really hurting him. So I stepped off again. "Fine, you win." I walked away.
Years later we met again. He apologized for being immature, but for some reason he kept staring at my feet. I was wearing high heels again. I got used to them and now wear them all the time.
"Is there something wrong with my feet?" I asked.
"Oh no. I just remembered our first encounter. It really hurt a lot."
"I know, that's why I left. Be the bigger person."
"Well, you literally were the bigger person."
"Are you saying I was fat?"
"Absolutely not! It was just because you were older."
"Are you saying I'm old?"
"I'm just... I'm... I..."
I started laughing. "I'm just pulling your leg."
"Haha, oh thank god. I don't want you to think I'm still the old idiot... but there is something I'd like to ask."
"What would that be?"
"Well, I think I'm strong enough now."
"What does that mean?"
He pointed at my heels.
I shook my head. "No. I didn't want to hurt you back then, and I don't want to now."
"Oh, ok." He looked very disappointed. "Well, how has your life been? Are you in college, or working or..."
We talked for quite a while, but all the time he kept glancing at my heels. I interrupted our conversation. "You really want me to dig my heels into your body, don't you?"
"You noticed?"
I shrugged. "You're not very subtle. Fine. Your house or mine. Or do you want to do it in public?"
He blushed. "Either is fine."
So we went to his house.
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