Yes.

"Thanks, Ted. I'm fine, really, but I think I gotta go." — Mandy did not mean to lie, but her body movement did not support her words. She kept standing in front of Ted, and the eye contact remained unbroken. She still felt uncomfortable, but it was hard to let go of the fact that she and Ted were alone in the same room, seemingly with no more possibilites for a disturbance.

Just before the silence became awkward, Ted said:

"Listen, I usually don't do big compliments, 'cause they'll think I care too much, but you do look remarkable today, Amanda. Very special." — He was standing close, but did not move forward until making sure he was welcome. — "These new shoes of yours may not be for running, but they make your legs so much longer."

Mandy felt her shoes getting higher again, but that got lost in the whirlwind of stronger feelings. They spoke up, and she found her hands gently grabbing his shoulders. Their strength were not sculpted in gym, but forged in doing manly things every day. Only then the girl remembered that Ted went single a couple weeks ago, and that nothing was in his way, and she would not allow some slim chances of being caught or some stupid challenge get between them right now either.

Ted made an ever so slight nod with his head, and Mandy was off the chain, uniting in a steaming hot kiss that released the accumulated passion both of them wanted to spend. By the time they looked into each other's eyes again, their hands were well under each other's tops, and no more pauses were needed before they did not have them on anymore.

Mandy's tight shorts were not prepared to contain what was coming. When Ted pulled them down, they were visibly stained already, even through the panties. She was an inch shorter than him before — now it was the other way around.

Ted made an ever so slight nod with his head, and Mandy was off the chain, uniting in a steaming hot kiss that released the accumulated passion both of them wanted to spend. By the time they looked into each other's eyes again, their hands were well under each other's tops, and no more pauses were needed before they did not have them on anymore.

Mandy's tight shorts were not prepared to contain what was coming. When Ted pulled them down, they were visibly stained already, even through the panties. She was an inch shorter than him before — now it was the other way around, as the sportshoes kept feasting on the love, both keeping on raising their heels and making them thinner.

Mandy's weak knees struggled to keep her balance, but Ted got her there, pushing her against the lockers while supporting her round bummy with his hand. She put her trust in the man and let go of the ground both figuratively and physically as Ted entered her just in time. When the orgasm struck her, she opened her mouth and let out the hoarsest moan of the dirtiest locker slut in the universe.

***

The girl found herself lying on the bench, recovering. Ted was a master of the art, but now he was gone and the class probably was not even suspicious. Mandy, however, was wearing considerably more clues on herself. She had to get back to Earth quickly, or else her cum-ridden shorts could end up in public domain.

She gasped upon looking at her shoes. The challenge was failed, the masks were off. She was wearing 'sporty' 5 inch stilettos with little locks replacing the little hearts on their sides. Pulling them off worked as well as it did last time.

"Fuck it, I'd rather walk barefoot." — Mandy pulled out a pair of scissors and tried to cut the laces, but their fabric was too elastic to take damage from that. She did not even try cutting the shoe itself. A few more violent yet futile attempts to free her feet — and the girl had to admit defeat and do something before there were more visitors.

"Fffuck." — Mandy uttered.