Brittney, the Tapgirl Princess

It was on a Tuesday that John Baker had his harness boots fixed up at Sam's Shoe Repair with double-thick steel horseshoe heel plates and toe and side taps on the soles. He wanted to wear his boots in front of Brittney to check out her response, but since tap wearing was still pretty much confined to the girls at Forest Glen High he didn't really want his friends at school to see them yet. (Actually, although John hadn't noticed it, a lot of the younger sisters of the Forest Glen girls had started wearing taps on their shoes too, and you could hear the click-click of taps even in the parts of the mall where the middle school kids hung out after their parents dropped them off.)

John knew that Brittney had a job working the cash register at Reed's Drug Store in the mall on Friday afternoons. So he was planning to walk into Reed's on Friday and see if she'd notice his taps. Meanwhile, he thought he'd better try out wearing his tapped-up boots, so Wednesday after school, he went home, changed into his harness boots and set out on a walk down on the highway that ran out of town. He thought he'd do a 4-mile circuit around the back side of town by the old tire factory. As he walked along Route 12, he could hear his plates going clip-clop, clip-clop—although the cars passing him along the highway made a lot more noise than he did. Still, he liked the sounds he was making with his boots, and when he reached the old factory parking area, away from the road, he loved the complete silence broken only by the clicking of his double horseshoe plates and the taps on the soles of his boots. As he began to feel more comfortable hearing all that noise coming from his boots, his steps became more emphatic, and he was walking with the pride and confidence that he normally displayed anyway. Sometimes he would purposely drag the heel of his boots across the cement so his horseshoe plate would make a "scrape-tap-clop" kind of sound. That made him smile.

On the way back into town, John was lost in his thoughts about his boots and how Brittney would react when she saw and heard the horseshoe plates when suddenly he realized he was at the corner of the block where Brittney lived with her parents and younger sister. What the hell, he thought. Why not? So he turned down her street and walked towards her house. As he approached the now-familiar house—he'd walked past quite a few times this year hoping to get a sight of her—he saw that Brittney was, in fact, standing in her driveway pacing up and down, taking deep inhales on a cigarette. As he got closer he could even hear her steps—metal taps, of course, announcing each one. Soon, Brittney noticed John approaching and she also noticed, with some surprise, the unmistakable sound of taps coming from his boots!

"John," Brittney cried out! "Is that you!!!! And what is it that I hear? Metal taps? What are you doing with taps on your boots?"

"Hi, Brittney," John replied. "Yeah, I got these over at Sam's yesterday. They're double-thick horseshoes on the heels and three pairs of #5 Eagles on the soles."

"Double horseshoes?" Brittney asked. "Let me see!"

So John stopped, leaned against the car parked in Brittney's driveway, and lifted up one boot so Brittney could see the metal taps.

"That's very cool. Are you going to put taps on all your other boots and shoes like I do," she asked? She was actually a little taken aback that John would have taps on his boots because she thought of them more as a girl thing, not as something high school guys would want to do. So when he replied "yeah, probably; I really like the sound they make," she was actually a little confused. She had to admit, she was a bit turned on by seeing those really large pieces of steel on her friend's boots. But on the other hand, she felt that big taps were her domain, and no boy was going to have better taps than hers! "Well, I'll bet you'll never make as much noise as I can make with my taps!" And she dragged her heels as hard as she could against the cement.

Unfortunately, though, on that day she couldn't compete with his horseshoe plates. She was wearing her soft soled white skimmer flats and their size 5 heel taps, even though covering the back part of the heel, still made a kind of tinny high-pitched sound, nothing like the commanding clack-clack John's harness boots had been making. She took a long drag on her cigarette and thought for a moment.

"Well, John, I guess I'm going to have to get some boots like that of my own and we'll see which of us can make the most noise walking down the hall at school. It will be interesting then, won't it? …Hey, you want to come inside for a bit?"

"Sure," said John. He was very curious about what Brittney's room looked like and he'd never met her family before.

"Just a second," said Brittney. "My dad doesn't like me to smoke in the house." So she took a couple of final drags on her cigarette and then put it out by stomping down with the soles of her shoes. John thought it was very sexy how Brittney did that.

John followed Brittney into her house, where he met Brittney's mom and dad and her younger sister Beth. John noticed that Beth was also sporting taps on her shoes.

As Brittney led John up the stairs to her room, Brittney's dad looked on from below.

"John!" called out Mr. Davis, noticing the unmistakable horseshoe taps on the boots climbing up the stairs in front of him. "Are you the one who got my two girls into wearing metal taps on their shoes?"

"No, Mr. Davis," replied John. "Actually it was Brittney who got me to put these plates on my boots!" John laughed. "I'm just trying to keep up with her!"

"That's funny," said Brittney's dad. "When Brittney's mom and I were in high school, most of us put taps on our shoes too. But it was the guys who put them on first. I had horseshoes just like the ones you have. It was only after Linda and I had been dating for awhile that Linda put some taps on her loafers and flats. To keep up with me, I guess." Mrs. Davis smiled, with some embarrassment.

"Not these days, Mr. Davis," said John. "Actually, I think I'm the first guy at Forest Glen to have taps on his shoes. It was Brittney who started this whole thing! We're just following her lead!"

Brittney led John into her bedroom and closed the door behind him. Before he could even look around to see what she had on her walls, Brittney put her hands on his face, drew herself up to him, and gave him a big long wet kiss, her tongue flailing back and forth inside John's mouth. She wasn't quite sure why she did that. She knew it had something to do with his horseshoe taps, but whatever it was, she had an overwhelming need to come on to John. It seemed like that was the only thing that would put her in charge again. So she moved her hands up his cheek and began to stroke his long dark hair. Then, as she withdrew her lips from his she crouched down, sliding her hands down along his face, past his chest, and started feeling through his pants. By the time she was on her knees, John had unzipped his pants, and in a flash Brittney's hands were stroking his penis gently up and down. Brittney looked up at John and gave him a big broad smile. Then she put her lips around his cock and started to suck.

It had all happened so suddenly, John could hardly think. He was dimly aware of the room, but mostly he was focused on Brittney, taking in mostly her gorgeous long blonde hair. (She looked so sexy! Especially, for some reason, when he could see her blonde hair's dark brown roots.) And with her legs bent back behind her he could see the silver metal taps covering the heels and toes of her soft white flats.

Brittney motioned over to the bed and she withdrew her mouth from him long enough for them to lie down. As she returned her lips to his cock, she also reached down with her left hand to grab one of John's boots, and felt under the boot for the cold steel plate that she'd just seen for the first time. She held the boot heel in her hand as she sucked hard on his cock.

John still couldn't quite believe what was happening to him. He thought, "this must be all because of the taps on my boots. If horseshoe taps have that effect on Brittney they're worth wearing at school no matter what the guys will say."

It wasn't long before he was close to cumming. He let Brittney know, but she just continued to suck. So he let fly all his jizz into her mouth. It felt so wild!

As for Brittney, this 14-year-old tapgirl princess, she'd played around with guys enough already to know that they loved to have their cum sprayed into girls' mouths. And it wasn't such a bad taste anyway. After taking it all in, she swallowed a couple of times, then she licked the rest of the cum off of John's cock and swallowed that too. And then she started kissing him again, first on his cock, then she pulled up his shirt and kissed him on his chest, and then finally back to his lips where it had all started.

After they'd relaxed awhile on the bed, John asked Brittney if she'd show him some of the other shoes she had with taps on them. So she brought out all her shoes. First there was the cowboy boots with the horseshoe taps that had started her fascination with wearing steel on the bottoms of her shoes. Then there were the penny loafers he'd seen plenty of times on her feet at school. They were brown Bass Weejuns with size 8 metal heel taps (the largest half-moons available) and some still substantial sized #5 taps under the toes. Next Brittney showed John her strappy beach sandals with the toe loop, sandals that had four pairs of taps on them: #6 on the heels and three pair of #4's on the soles. She loved these, she said, because she could just slide along making total tappy sounds. Then she brought out her three pairs of dressy shoes, some black chunky loafers with #7's on the heels and #4's on the toes; her knee-length black leather boots with #6 heel taps on those chunky heels that were popular a couple years back; and a pair of slingback sandals with #5's covering all of the 3-inch high heels and #3's on the toes ("smaller but not too small," she explained). And finally, she showed John another pair he'd seen plenty often, the first pair of shoes that she had had tapped at Sam's—her black loafers with the #7's on the heels and #3's on the toes.

"Very nice," said John, after he'd seen the whole display. "But my harness boots have bigger taps than any of yours. And they probably make more noise too!"

"OK, Mister Smarty Pants," pouted Brittney. "Just you wait. That may be the case now, but I promise, not for long!" And she took out a cigarette from the pack on her desk, lit it, took a long drag, and thought, "I don't care what my dad thinks. I'm going to smoke and drink, and suck and fuck boys, and have monster double horseshoe taps on my boots. Maybe even triple thick ones! No way I'm going to let John have bigger taps than me!" Then she looked at John and smiled a knowing smile.