There was one girl called Emily. She was in most of my classes and known as a bit of a flirt. She used to wear tight trousers, black high-heeled leather mules and either socks or tights. I remember in our RE class I used to sit on her table and, halfway through the lesson, she'd slip her foot out of her shoe and tease around my ankles and up into my trouser leg. She used to do this for about two minutes, smiling at me cruelly, and then she'd start to raise her foot and massage my calf. It felt great and the best bit was that no one around me had a clue. Anyway, she'd do this every Friday but she never stroked higher than my knee. One Friday, we were moved slightly so that I instead of sitting opposite her, I was sitting at the head of the table and she was to my right. I dropped a pencil so I could look under the table to see if she was playing footsie with the boy opposite her - she was. She was wearing bright pink socks, her right shoe was on the floor, and she had her foot right on his crotch, slowly pressing against it. The ball of her foot was on the edge of his chair and her toes were moving in a circular motion around his hard-on. I popped up again above the table and resumed work, glancing at them from time to time but they were both acting normally, neither giving away their little game under the table.
Another time, in Music, I was sitting across from a girl named Dawn. Dawn was tall with blonde hair, although she wasn't particularly attractive. She was going out with a guy in my class who I was friends with although not particularly close. The way our music cubicles were laid out meant that no one could see under the desks (we had keyboards on top and the sideboards went to the floor). 10 or so minutes into the lesson I felt a slight pressure on my shin - Dawn was nudging it with her foot. I felt really turned on because her boyfriend was right there in the same class but I knew no one could see what she was doing. I wasn't sure if she wanted to play footsie or was just absentmindedly playing with her shoes. I subtly but firmly knocked my shin against her foot and she looked up and smiled. She rubbed my legs with both her feet and gradually took her shoes off and began to grip my left leg inbetween her two feet, rubbing up and down. She did this for what seemed like ages, then she would take her feet and rest them on my kneecaps, jiggling them about and smiling at me. After that day, we played footsie everytime we were in any class together for almost two years!
Perhaps the best - or at least most memorable - game of footsie from my school years was one that I used to play with a girl called Liz, in my college Maths class. Liz was short and extremely attractive, with a petit figure and mousey colour hair. She had a bit of an alternative dress sense, though, and used to wear funky tights with ballet pumps or baggy trousers and patterned socks, which i wasn't too keen on. Anyway, Liz used to sit at our table and was one of the only girls who took Maths at A-level. She used to play footsie with all of us, though we never really spoke together about it: there are two games with her that really stick out for me.
The first was when there was a group of four of us, revising in the library. She was sitting diagonally opposite me to the right, and I stretched out my legs a bit so I could prod her. She felt my foot prod her ankle and she traced my foot back to my knee with hers, moving really slowly and grinning at me when she realised whose leg it was. She continued to rub up and down my calf really slowly and building up pressure whilst talking nonchalantly to the guy next to me about our work. She did this for a few minutes and then it stopped. About an hour later the guy next to me had to go to a class so I moved opposite her - up for some footsie action. Straight away, she had her ballet pump of and rests the ball of her foot on my knee. Without breaking from her work or even speaking to me, she starts to rub my inner thigh up and down repeatedly. I put my left hand under the table and start to massage her sole and ankle. I pull her foot towards my crotch and she looks up, smiles, and places it on there motionless. I have a massive erection at this point and she prods it, pushes down on the end of it with her toes and begins to wiggle up and down. She did this for about a minute or two and it felt great - the closest to a footjob I've had!
The other memorable incident with Liz occured in class. I was sitting opposite her and had asked the teacher a question when she decided to tease me with her feet. As I was speaking to our teacher, she simply started rubbing her feet all over my legs - she didn't go above knee height but it was still so kinky!
Unfortunately, that's aboout all that's worth writing about. Nothing in terms of footsie has happened in my first year at uni, despite several girlfriends!! Oh well, nevermind
