Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Hating Life

I sit back in my seat silently. I have sticky stuff on my feet. My socks are completely sticky and gross and they are now inside my favorite running shoes. I can barely sit there and concentrate on the movie that I don't really even care to see. All I can think about is everything that is on my socks. Old soda, candy, maybe even some cum. It is like the enemy's army is in my socks. I feel like if I don't get out of there, I am going to die.

"Are you okay?" Derek asks as he looked over. Apparently he has noticed that I am wiggling in my seat. I can't help it. I feel gross. I am on the verge of insanity.

"What?" I question as I look over at him. He has obviously noticed me having my spasm fits in my seat.

"My feet, Derek... They are all ick. I can't take it! I can't take it!" I shout as I jump up. This has happened before. I get obsessed with something. The fact that all of the snack foods that the theater has to offer are fighting on my feet, that has me unnerved.

"Wow... Mer! Calm down. People are looking." Derek says softly as he looks into my eyes.

"I don't care! I. Don't. Care! I can't take it!" I say as I jump up. "You get Mark now. I am leaving. If you guys want, you can stay, but you will have to walk home." I tell him as I rush down the aisle and rush to the exit. I may have a problem, but I can't help it. I have germ problems. I have huge germ problems and they are playing around in the heated environment of my shoes. The bacteria is growing and prospering.

I walk out of there like I am on fire. I swear, if they want to go home with me, they had better start running. Once I get in that car, I am driving off like a madman. People look at me as I rush by. I'm not even sure where all these people are from, considering that the mall is closed. Nonetheless, I do not care. I am out of there. I want nothing to do with allowing germs to grow in my shoes.

"What the hell, Mer?" Mark asks as he rushes alongside me. I don't care if he is mad about the movie. I really don't care about anything. I actually feel my feet heating up. Surely that is the germs growing. It has to be.

"We have to go." I tell him frankly. Between the cum that is soaking my jeans and the sticky socks, I am ready to go insane.

"What's the matter? Sex issue?" Mark asks frankly. I can tell that he is irritated. I pulled him away from a movie that surely, he had watched most of. I was selfish, but you must remember, I am suffering.

"No! No! No!" I say as I rush to the car. "I have to get them off!" I tell him as I get to the car, open the door and begin ripping my shoes and socks off. "Oh thank god!" I say in relief. I stepped in nothing wet. My feet are clean and dry, but my thick socks are disgusting. My shoes cannot be washed. Not without doing some major damage.

"You are fucking nuts, Mer." Mark says in a shocked tone. "What the hell are you doing?" He asks as I throw back my head and take in a deep breath.

"Feeling relieved." I tell him with a nod. "I feel so much better." I say frankly as I look into his eyes. "Derek... Here. Please?" I ask as I hand him my shoes.

"What?" Derek asks as he accepts them and looks over at me. First of all, I am in shock that he accepted them. Secondly, I doubt he knows what to do without me telling him. He is a man, after all.

"Throw them away. There is no saving them." I tell him and as I point to the trash can that is not far from the car.

"Are you kidding me?" Derek asks in shock. I nod my head yes and he exits the car, carrying the shoes. I can tell he is disgusted with me. I guess I can be a bit wasteful. "Someone would have really appreciated those." Derek mutters as he jumps in.

"Well... Maybe someone will get them out of the trash?" I suggest arrogantly. I should be knocked out. At least I can admit it. We remain in silence. They are mad at me.