Once Jon got his wishing stone back, he immediately made the wish he had been thinking of all night. Feeling a little embarrassed by it, however, he decided to make his wish out of earshot of Karyn. He didn't want her to know about his fetish. So after heading into another room alone, he held the aloft and made his wish.
"I wish," he said, trembling with excitement, "that from now on, whenever I get sexually excited by a woman's shoes, nobody would thing it strange for me to get off by whatever means I wanted."
The stone, of course, flashed, indicating that Jon's wish had been granted. Since he was alone, though, there was no telling how the stone had interpreted his desires. Sure, he'd spent all night thinking about his wish, but Jon was still new at using magical artifacts, so he wasn't sure if he'd gotten it right. He decided to see.
Heading out of the empty classroom where he had made his wish, Jon found Karyn waiting in the hallway near their lockers. He smiled as he approached, a gesture she reciprocated. As he got nearer to his friend, he allowed himself something he, for so long, had fought against. He looked down at her feet.
For so long he had averted his eyes when he approached a woman, especially Karyn. When he saw a woman's shoes, his fetish always kicked into high gear, driving him to distraction with horniness. Over the years he'd taught himself to stare at people in the eye, never looking down. It often led to him stumbling on uneven terrain, tripping over hazards unseen, but the alternative was worse.
But not anymore.
Karyn's was a tomboy, so her feet were clad in a pair of sneakers. Women's sneakers. Jon instantly felt excitement grow in his belly, then move down into his loins. He slowed his pace, enjoying the show of Karyn's feet as the grew closer. Each step made his penis twitch and grow, each step made his vision fill with Karyn's feet a bit more.
By the time Jon had arrived at his locker, Jon's erection was straining in his pants. It was all he could do to keep his hands from his crotch. His instincts told him to run for a washroom, to dart away to some private location to relieve himself, but his mind, fueled by his wish, told him to stay.
"Hey Karyn," he said, his voice sounding more lecherous than usual.
"Hey yourself," she replied. Her eyes darted down to Jon's groin, "Class is starting soon. If you're going to do something, you'd better hurry."
"Do something?" Jon asked, hoping that she meant what he thought she meant.
"With your penis!" she replied, "I saw you looking at my shoes, but I don't want to be late for class, so if you could hurry up..."
Jon was elated. Frantically he dropped his jeans, exposing himself to his best friend. Students and teachers kept passing as he beat himself off, all the while staring at Karyn's purple and white sneakers. Soon enough, ignored by passerbys, Jon's penis was erupting in a fountain of sperm, globbing down onto the floor between his legs. It was better than he could have imagined.
Then the bell rang.
"Thanks Jon," Karyn said, grabbing her book bag and bounding down the hallway to her first class, "I'll see you at lunch!"
Jon, rapidly shrinking penis in his hand, was left alone in the hallway, wondering just how wonderful his new life was going to be.
