Isabelle: Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Isabelle: Chapter 2

... I was feeling, but I was almost sure it would end in me getting hurt again and my friends already saw me break down once, after Kristy. Maybe I just wanted to fill the void that Kristy left. I hoped that was it. The void could mend over time and I wouldn’t have to feel this way about my best friend. “I am getting hungry,” Robert said, breaking my concentration. “Oui, me too,” Isabelle agreed, getting off of me. I quickly changed my position so my boner wasn’t noticeable to everyone else and I could see Isabelle smirk at me. “I’ll order a pizza again,” Kyle said, making Isabelle jump with glee back onto my lap. “Ow, fuck,” I exclaimed as she landed hard on my already bent cock. “Oh! désolé!” she exclaimed as I grabbed my groin from underneath her firm ass. On the top of my hands I could feel a slightly damp spot where her vagina was. Was she wet from my boner? I thought. As the pain cleared and the gaming went on, I continued to debate whether or not Isabelle actually liked me. “I wish she would just say it,” I thought to myself as a controller passed to Isabelle again. “It’s my lucky day,” she said, situating herself comfortably on my lap, taking the controller in her hands. She started out driving fairly well, turning the corners of the track with ease, getting closer and closer to first place. Amanda, who was playing with Isabelle, started getting worried as her place became compromised. “Shit,” she said as the game intensified. Isabelle’s car was coming up behind Amanda’s ...

... who was moving it back and forth to try and block Isabelle from getting any further. As Isabelle approached fearlessly, Amanda tensed and Isabelle smashed into her car, spinning it out into a building and winning the race. “Je ai gagné!” Isabelle exclaimed, meaning, “I won!”, throwing her arms up in the air. “My turn!” Aaron exclaimed, snatching the controller from Isabelle’s lap. For some reason I felt almost defensive that his hand got that close to Isabelle’s lap. A primal urge to ward him off ran through my mind, but I didn’t say anything. Isabelle’s arms reached down around my torso, hugging me closely as she kissed my cheek. “Just a cultural thing,” I convinced myself again, but Isabelle’s arms stayed tightly wrapped around my torso, not wanting to let go. Suddenly the doorbell rang. “That would be the pizza, who’s got the tip this time?” he asked. “Pizza!” Isabelle exclaimed in her cute accent. “I’ll get it,” I said trying to stand up, but Isabelle wouldn’t budge so I just pulled out my wallet from underneath her weight and tossed Kyle 10 bucks. “Thank you,” he said, heading up the stairs as the doorbell rang a second time. “Are you guys coming or what?” he yelled down. Aaron, Rob and Amanda all got up and started leaving but Isabelle stayed on my lap. “Aren’t you hungry?” I tried to ask but before I could finish my sentence, Isabelle lowered her head to mine and carefully placed her sweet lips on mine. I caught a small taste of the cherry lipstick she used before she ...