Posted by Michelle on June 16, 1998 at 18:44:32:

The excitement was just about to start. I was sitting in the passenger seat of my yellow VW Bug while my friend Janet was going to try and drive a stick shift for the first time. I sensed a lot of cranking as she would stall it out more times than I thought I could possibly take.

Janet was now behind the wheel. The seat was a bit far back but not so far that it would be impossible for her to work the pedals. It would just require a bit of a stretch. Fine by me. Janet insisted on going through the motions before she actually started up the car. She engaged the clutch with her her cute size 6 foot. The reach caused her to have to push in the pedal with mostly her toes. The heel of her shoe fell several inches below the soft nyloned heel of her foot. "She is going to have mucho problems driving in those I those" I thought to myself. She then moved the gear shift into second, eased up on the clutch, and applied her right foot onto my cars shiny aluminum gas pedal. Her right foot pressing down on the gas gave the same appearance as did her other foot on the clutch. She then engaged the clutch again, shifted, and hit the gas again. "Does my footwork seem okay Michelle?" she said. "Uh, oh yes, it looks fabulous" I responded. I was going crazy. I wish I could have told her what I really thought.

Well, it was time to do it for "real." Janet pushed in the clutch, turned the key, and then hit the gas. The car started up and Janet gave the gas a few soft presses with her sexy slides. She then made sure it was in first, then we took off. Not far anyway. She let the clutch out to fast and it stalled. Oh darn. "Whoops, sorry about that. Guess I should give it some gas also" she said in an apologetic tone. Janet slammed in the clutch again and started up the car. Again, she gave the shiny gas pedal some gas, pushing in the pedal near the top of it. Her shapely legs were really extended, her feet struggling to stay in her shoes. Janet let the clutch out again and went for the gas right after letting the clutch out. It stalled out again. "Shit Michelle. How to you do it. I keep stalling out the damn thing." she said in an increasingly aggitated voice. I was loving it but did have to sound somewhat concilatory. "It takes practice girl. You just need to feel the pedals with your feet. Once the clutch begins to grab the transmission, give the car some gas." I suggested. "Feel the pedals? I can hardly press them in all the way!: she commented. Janet then pressed in the clutch yet again, floored the gas pedal and cranked it over. The engine started and she started to rev the hell out of the engine. That pedal was slapping the floor with every press of her dainty toes. I said nothing. I just stared at the positively fantastic show. She eased up after about twenty seconds of severe revving, and tried it again. She slowly let out the clutch and then gave it some gas. We were now making forward progress as she failed to stall it out this time. Her foot was arched magnificently on the gas pedal as we went along."Uh Janet. You should shift into second now!" I suggested. "Oh, sorry" she replied. Her right foot pushed in the clutch as she let up on the gas. A slight grinding of the gears and we were in second."Push the clutch in further. It will keep the gears from grinding. We were now circling around the lot. She got it into third, feeling more confident. Another car flew into the parking lot causing Janet to have to slam on the brake. Her right foot flew off of the gas and onto the brake pedal like lightning. The brakes locked up. Sensing the motor about to die, her left foot flew onto the clutch pedal. To my delight, she lost her shoe in the process. The car then died. "Damn it. Where did he come from! Janet cursed. I watched as Janet searched for her left shoe with her stocking foot. She was then about to put it back on, but then kicked off her right one as well. "Fuck these shoes! I know know why you drive barefoot all the time" she said. I was of course delighted. "I hope I can do this. I have never driven barefoot before." she commented while working the pedals with her now stocking clad feet. "Nothing to it Janet. It just has a little different feel thats all. You get used to it." i replied back. Janet engaged the clutch and started the car back up. Again, she worked the gas pedal with her stocking toes. I noticed she was having somewhat of a hard time gripping the aluminum pedals in her stockings. "How do you drive in your stockings? I can barely grip the pedals in mine" she said somewhat concerned. "Don't even think about it. You will be okay." She just looked over at me. Janet shifted into gear, and we were off again. She got the car up to speed and went for second. Her fot slipped off the clutch in the process. "Crap. I just can't to this!" she said, starting to wimper. "Calm down. I had problems learning at first." I said in a reassuring voice. She calmed down a bit and started again. A quick turn of the key and her foot came down hard on the gas pedal. Whir whir whir whir. I couldn't believe it! It would not start. Janet was really getting pissed. She held both the clutch and gas to the floor as she turned the key again. Whir whir whir whir. She was putting so much into it that her ass was actually a couple of inches off the seat. She had that gas pedal mashed in like it was a starter pedal on an old car. She then started pumping the pedal with her cute toes. Whir whir whir whir. THe battery starting to get weaker. I had the window open and I could vaguely smell gas. She flooded the damn thing! Damn! What a shame! She kept her pumping show going. She even had both feet going up and down on the pedals in opposite fasion. She also was gripping the hell out of the steering wheel. Tears started to stream from her green eyes. "Oh Michelle! I have really fucked up. I must be an idiot." she cried. An idiot? It was one of the best pedal shows I ever had. I could never repay her for what she did. And she was upset. "Don't worry about it Janet. You did fine. You can't expect to learn how to do it immediately." I said consoling her. "I will GLADLY go out again with you whenever you want to." I said. "That is so nice of you Michelle. I really want to learn." she said, wiping away her tears. "I just won't wear stockings next time." she said smiling. Okay by me. Hey, I got her to drive barefoot now. What else could I ask for?

To be continued?