Isabelle: Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Isabelle: Chapter 2

... my cheek as I washed her dish. My cheeks blushed and I calmed myself down by convincing myself that the kiss was just a cultural thing. “Nothing more than a greeting,” I repeated to myself in my mind. Isabelle happily walked back out into the hallway and I could hear her going up the stairs. I never thought having her over would be this fucking awkward. I wondered if it would be like this for the entire semester. I put the dishes in the rack next to the sink and walked up the stairs to my room. When I came to the top, I noticed that Isabelle’s door was open and inside, Isabelle was bending over folding her head towel on the bed. I hadn’t noticed at breakfast, but she was wearing very tight yoga pants and when she bent over, her ass was nearly visible through them. Even her red g-string was showing through them. Quickly, I ran back into my room, trying not to think of her like that. “Why must I be cursed with being a guy?” I thought to myself as I laid down on my bed. My phone started buzzing from my night stand. It was Robbie. I just let the voicemail get it as I was too lazy to answer it. “Hey man, it’s Robby, anyway, um, Kyle and Aaron and I are going over to Kyle’s house later today like at 9:00 to hang out, maybe smoke some weed, you should come with and maybe bring your hotness Izzy or whatever her name was. She was totally into you dude, don’t pass that shit up.” He said after the tone. Some weed did sound rather good right about now, but I wasn’t sure if Isabelle was ...

... keen on that whole world. Either way, I’d have to talk to her about it. I walked out into the hallway and knocked on the door, even though it was opened. “Hey,” she said, smiling at me. Once again, I found it difficult to look directly into her eyes. “Hey,” I said stepping in and shutting the door behind me. “So, uh Robby, Kyle, and my friend Aaron are wondering if you and I want to go over to Kyle’s again.” “That sounds, eh, awesome!” she said, sitting up on her bed. “There’s just one thing,” I said, “there’s going to be some weed there and, you don’t have to try it if you don’t want to.” “Weed?” she said. “Yeah, um, you know hash, marijuana.” “Ah, oui, marijuana,” she replied almost excitedly, “I’ve never tried.” “Are you ok with that?” I asked. “All part of the American experience,” she giggled. “Yeah, um so I think they said to come over around 9:00, so, um you might want to change since Robby’s there,” I said, looking at her outfit. Isabelle was wearing a cute Pink t-shirt with black leggings that were practically see-through from how she was stretching them. I wondered where she even found leggings small enough to be that tight on her slim figure, but quickly put that thought out of my head. “I’ll be fine,” she said as I walked out of her room, “What do you want to do until then?” she asked. I turned around, starting to feel a little more comfortable around her, trying to forget the dreams from last night and this morning. “Um, well, it’s 8:00 right now, so there isn’t ...