Chapter 1 - 

Abby was your average college sophomore, petite, brunette, and very active. In fact, she was currently training for a marathon.

On this particular morning Abby was getting ready for one of her longer training runs - 18 miles all over downtown Albuquerque where she lived. She put her hair up in a tight pony tail and pulled on her favorite shorts and sports bra combo. Abby really thought that if you dress in a way that makes you feel strong, you’ll run strong, so she always put a lot of effort into her running outfits. She especially put lots of effort and love into her sneaker choices - like many runners, she had an absolutely massive collection of running sneakers. But the difference with Abby was that she kept every single pair in perfect shape all the time. After each run they got cleaned, dried, and put away on an array of little shelves lining her closet wall. Her sneaker collection was her pride and joy, and she treated it that way.

Today, Abby picked out a new pair of incredibly hot Nike Vaporflys that she had only worn once so far - she needed to get a few runs in in them to break them in before her next marathon in a few weeks, so today was the perfect opportunity. This particular pair (she had 4 different colors) had a white sole with tan and orange mesh and bright white laces, and even though she had already run 15 miles in them they were just as clean and bright as the day she took them out of the box.

Abby laced up her Nikes, put in her earbuds, and got ready for the long run she had ahead of her. As she stepped out of her apartment, her neighbor, Tom, was also leaving his apartment. Tom was a quiet, kind history major who always made himself available if Abby needed help with something. He once helped her move her entire sneaker collection up two flights of stairs when she was moving in!

“Hi Abby, how are you today? Headed out for a run?”

“Good morning, Tom! Yeah, I have 18 miles ahead of me - it’s definitely going to be a long one!”

“Well good luck - and nice kicks, by the way!” Tom said.

“Thanks,” Abby answered as she turned and walked toward the stairs. “Have a great day, Tom!”

As Abby walked out into the bright New Mexico sun, she braced herself for the run ahead. Long runs were never really her favorite, especially because she required lots of extra care afterwards to keep her sneakers in such perfect condition- this many miles could really do some damage, but she knew every trick in the book. 

As she took off into the warm morning sun, she began to let her mind wander. There wasn’t really any other way to make it through such a long run without going crazy! 

Mile after mile her hot little Nikes slapped the pavement - the rhythm put Abby into a sort of trance that let her just keep running even as she got tired. It also meant that she didn’t notice she had come to the part of her run that takes her near campus.

As she ran, she saw a familiar figure ahead of her. It was Tom - walking to class. As she approached him she raised her hand to waive, but that small action took her focus off her running, and she caught her foot on a small divot right in front of her and fell, face first, to the ground right at Tom’s feet.

“Oh my gosh, Abby, are you okay‽” Tom asked, genuine concern in his voice.

“I think so - very embarrassed but I should be— ow!”

As she went to stand up her ankle gave out, and pain shot through her leg.

“Tom, could you help me up? My ankle really hurts!”

“Of course, Abby. Come here - let’s find somewhere for you to sit,” he said as he helped her hobble over to a small garden wall that she could perch on the edge of.

“I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to walk - and I don’t imagine I could get an Uber way over here!”

“Don’t worry, Abby - I can give you a ride home! My car is parked just up the street.”

“Oh Tom, that would be amazing, thank you so much!”

“Of course, just come with me and we can make our way over there.”

The two began to make their way to Tom’s car, stopping every so often for Abby to rest her ankle before they continued. Finally they made it and Tom got Abby situated in the passenger seat. 

“Here, Abby, let me help you get those shoes off - they can’t be comfortable with your ankle in so much pain!”

“Thanks Tom. But please, be careful, they’re brand new and I want to keep them in perfect shape for my marathon!”

Tom carefully loosened the laces on Abby’s orange and white Vaporflys, gently slipped them over her heel and off her feet, before putting them in the back seat of his car.

“I can’t believe I did that, I feel like such an idiot!” Abby said.

“No, no, it could happen to anyone- I’m just glad I was here to help you home! How far had you already run?”

“I had 11 miles done, 7 to go. I can’t believe I did this just weeks before my marathon!”

“I’m sure you’ll be okay - hopefully it will feel better in a few days with a little bit of rest,” Tom said as they drove back toward their apartment building.

They pulled into the garage, and Tom helped Abby out of the car and up the stairs to her apartment. 

“Thanks so much Tom, I’m so glad I have such a kind and caring friend and neighbor! Let me know how I can make it up to you!”

“No need to make it up to me, I just hope you’re okay! Feel better soon!” As Tom turned and Abby shut her door, he realized that he had left his school bag in the car.

He walked back down the stairs to the garage, and opened his car door. As he reached in for his bag, he saw Abby’s hot little Vaporflys sitting on his back seat - in the rush to get her upstairs they must have forgotten them in the car too. Tom grabbed them out of the car along with his bag, made his way back upstairs and finally into his apartment.

As he walked into his living room he dropped his bag by the kitchen table, and made his way into his bedroom, Abby’s Nikes in tow. What Abby didn’t know - and what Tom had only realized a few months earlier himself, is that he had a massive sneaker fetish. Part of why he always went out of his way to be so nice to Abby was because it was her incredible sneaker collection that caused him to discover this interest. Every time he saw her leaving for a run, he had to work with all his might to hide the massive boner he got instantly.

Every time she wore a new pair of sneakers, he did everything he could to be in the hallway to see her wearing them. That was also why he got so excited to see her on her run today - and he had no idea that he would end up with one of her treasured pairs of sneakers in his apartment after she had just run 11 miles in them!

Of course, Tom felt bad that Abby had hurt her ankle, but he was so overcome with desire for her sneakers that he could barely think about that. At this moment he had only one focus - those hot Orange Vaporflys in his hand.

Me made his way quickly to the bed, put Abby’s shoes down, and immediately started undressing. He had fantasized about this so many times - what he would do if he got time alone with her sneakers - any of them. 

Once his clothes were in a heap on the ground, he immediately picked up Abby’s Nikes and held them to his face. Even though she kept them pristine, there was nothing she could do to keep them from smelling right after a run, and since she had just run 11 in the heat of the day it showed.

Her Nikes had a ripe, sharp smell of sweat, mixed with Abby’s perfume and the smell of fresh rubber and new shoes. The smell was utterly intoxicating, and Tom was instantly rock hard.

All he wanted to do was blow a load all over Abby’s Vaporflys, but he knew this might be his only chance to enjoy them - he had to milk it for all its worth. 

He laid down on his back on the bed, and placed her sneakers one on either side of his large and fully erect cock. Tom didn’t have the biggest dick in the world, but he didn’t do badly. His almost 7 inch shaft was nearly as long as Abby’s size 7 Nikes.

Tom began to run her sneakers up and down his shaft - feeling the fabric slide over his skin sent shivers up his spine - he could quite literally cum at any moment. 

He took one of her Nikes and slipped it all the way on to his cock - the head of his penis was right inside the toe box, and the white and tan heel was gently cupping his balls. He rolled onto his side, put her other Nike up do his face, and began fucking her Nikes for all he was worth.

In and out he thrust his cock, faster and harder as he went. Her poor Nikes, still brand new with barely any signs of the 26 miles Abby had run in them, were being totally dominated by Tom’s dick.

He felt himself about to cum, he arched his back and began to grunt as he thrusted himself into her innocent little Vaporflys again and again. 

Finally, he let himself go and began to pump rope after rope of hot sticky cum into Abby’s Nikes.

It was at that moment that Tom heard a thud from the doorway. 

There, standing in the door to his bedroom, was Abby. She stood in shock, watching as Tom pumped the last few spurts of his load into her pristine shoes.

Finally, Tom fell silent and still - unsure what to say or do. Abby didn’t move either. Her face was expressionless and she didn’t give away any emotion.

“Tom. What are you doing?” she asked quietly.

“Abby, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know what to say,” Tom stuttered, barely able to speak as he rushed to apologize.

“Did you just fuck and cum in my brand new shoes?”

“Yes,” Tom answered abashedly. “I don’t know what came over me - I’ve always been so turned on by your sneakers, and when I saw that you had left your Nikes in my car, I just couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry Abby,” he said, trailing off.

Finally realizing how exposed he was, Tom slipped Abby’s Nike off his still-firm cock, and reached to the floor for his underwear.

“I don’t think so,” Abby said, reaching his pile of clothes first and sliding them out of his reach. “If you think you’re going to fuck my brand new Nikes, you sure as fuck better be ready to let me watch you, you shoe-fucking perv.”

Tom had no idea what to think. He had assumed Abby would be mad, but now she wanted him to keep going?

“Now you’re going to take a minute to get yourself together, and then you’re going to do the exact same thing you just did again, but this time you’re gonna fuck my other shoe. This is the luckiest you’ve ever been Tom, because as it happens I have a massive sneaker fetish too - that’s why I keep all my sneakers in such perfect condition. Now I’m gonna sit down and get the weight off my ankle, and I’m gonna watch you fuck my perfect new Vaporflys, and then I’m gonna wear them back to my apartment full of your cum. How does that sound?”

Tom didn’t really need to answer- his cock had come fully back to attention betraying how he felt, but he answered her anyway. “That sounds incredible, Abby. I’m still really sorry though—“

“Stop fucking apologizing and start fucking my sneakers before I change my mind,” she said as she sat down on the edge of his bed.

Abby grabbed her still un-fucked Nike, slid it onto Tom’s flagpole of a dick, and began sliding it up and down, gently jerking him off with it.

“How do you like that, Tom? How did you like fucking my hot fucking Nikes behind my back? Is it good? Is it hot?” She asked, a note of teasing anger in her voice.

“Fuck yesss Abby, please don’t stop,” he replied.

“No no, Tom. This is your job, I want to watch. Now fuck my Nikes before I decide I’m mad at you instead.”

Tom grabbed the heel of Abby’s Vaporfly on his cock, rolled onto his side and began thrusting his dick in and out, hard.

He could feel the tension building. He had never jerked off with someone watching, much less by fucking their shoes right in front of them. This was better than Tom could have imagined.

As he continued to beat Abby’s hot little Nikes with his cock, she looked on and slid her slender fingers down her running shorts, where she began rubbing circles against her clit.

“Yes Tom - fuck my little Nikes. Fuck them so hard. You know I’m gonna run a marathon in those in a few weeks? Yes Tom. Fill my Nikes with your hot sticky cum for me!” Abbys voice got louder and louder as she spoke, finally sending to over the edge. 

Once again he arched his back as he shot spurt after spurt of his warm load all over the inside of Abbys perfect little Nikes.

“Good boy, Tom. You’re officially my little sneaker fucker you sneaker perv. You better love me for this,” she said.

“Of course Abby - it was incredible,” Tom sputtered. He still wasn’t sure what to do, so he gently slipped her Nike off his deflating cock and set it on the bed in front of her with its mate.

“Thank you for these, Tom,” she said as she slipped her now cum-filled sneakers onto her little bare feet.

“Ohhhhh your cum is still so hot between my toes. I always wondered if I would like this and ohhh how I do,” she said. “You better be ready to do more of this, because I don’t think this is a feeling I can give up. But you also better learn how to clean my sneakers - that will be your punishment for today. Tomorrow you’re coming over to clean every drop of this cum out of these Nikes.”

“Of course, Abby. Whatever you want, I’ll do.”

“Of course you will, cus you’re my little sneaker bitch now, Tom. You’re gonna fuck my shoes when I tell you to, and clean them when I tell you to. Isn’t that right?” As she spoke she stood up and gingerly walked toward the door.

“It’s lucky you didn’t lock your door, otherwise I might never have gotten to see what you were doing to my Nikes. Now I’m going home - we’ll discuss this more tomorrow, sneaker-perv,” Abby said as she let the door swing shut behind her.