Isabelle: Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Isabelle: Chapter 2

... much to do,” I said. “What would you normally be doing right now?” she asked, genuinely intrigued. “Normally, I’m either asleep or playing video games,” I said. “Maybe you could show me some video games,” she said. “Sure,” I replied. We walked over to my room and I showed Isabelle how to play some of my games like GTA, which she particularly enjoyed. She kept running over civilians with her stolen cars, making them go flying into the air. “This is much fun!” she exclaimed as she careened into some more pedestrians. I smiled at her, getting a warm feeling. Everything she did I liked. Even her cute accent made me feel a weird sense of happiness and anxiety at the same time. She was sitting cross legged next to me on the floor of my room and as she crashed her car over and over again, her small feet moved around, scrunching up and jerking back. I wasn’t a foot person or anything, but just the way she moved around made me feel comfortable and at the same time apprehensive. I knew I liked her and I knew that was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. She was just great. I tried to convince myself that the dreams I had meant nothing and that I didn’t actually feel for her, but I just couldn’t. “Maybe I just want a replacement for Kristy,” I thought to myself, “that’s why she turned to Kristy in the first dream.” But it was hopeless, I still had feelings for Isabelle. I couldn’t tell what was worse, that she was just going to leave the country in a few months, that she didn’t feel the ...

... same way, or that I barely had a chance with her. “You want to try?” she asked, looking at me and holding out the controller. “No, we had better get going, it’s already like 9:15,” I said looking at my phone, “this time bring a jacket, its cold out today.” I said, putting on my hoodie from the night before. “Maybe I liked wearing your hoodie,” she giggled, walking out of my room. So many signals and yet I still wasn’t sure if she was in to me. I turned my console and TV off and followed her down the foyer. We tied our shoes and left out the front door. As we walked, we talked about weed and how she might feel smoking it for the first time. “A lot of people say they feel nothing their first time, but when I tried it for the first time, I got pretty blazed,” I said making her laugh, her breath visible in the cool, morning air. “Well, I hope I feel it,” she said, “it sounds kind of fun.” “It is,” I laughed with her. When we reached Kyle’s house, his parent’s cars weren’t in the drive way again. However, Aaron and Robby’s bikes were in the driveway. I rung the doorbell and Kyle answered, obviously blazed out of his mind. “Whats up,” he giggled, letting us in. “Not much man,” I said shaking his hand. He led us up the staircase to his room which surprisingly didn’t smell like weed at all. “Lucas!” Aaron said, breathing out a huge hit of odorless smoke. “It doesn’t smell in here,” I said, pointing out the obvious. “Dude, you have to try this,” Rob said, holding out a bong a blow torch ...