Isabelle: Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Isabelle: Chapter 2

... pulled her head back, hopping off of my lap and walking up the stairs while I was stuck to the couch in shock and joy. “Petit ami,” she said, turning back before heading up the stairs, chasing after the rest of the group. I wide smile spread across my face as I started catching up with my friends. A thousand things were racing through my mind all at once and it felt like I was going to pass out. I couldn’t tell if the feelings were because of the high or- shit. Maybe she only kissed me because she was high. Maybe she doesn’t even like me. I hate ambiguity. I hate my mind. I hate everything. Still though, I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face or the feelings I had for Isabelle, even more so now than ever before. I had to ask her what that was when she was thinking straight, when we were thinking straight. I got to the top of the stairs and went over into the kitchen where everyone was already demolishing the pizzas. “I saved you some,” Isabelle said, handing me a paper plate with a few slices of pizza on it. All that came out of my mouth were weird noises that sort of resembled the words, “Thank you.” My tongue was tied and my heart was racing as Isabelle laughed at my attempt to speak. “And I thought my english was bad,” she giggled. I smiled awkwardly at her, my cheeks burning red. We all ate together and laughed, sharing stories as our (minus Amanda’s) high slowly wore off. I felt like I needed another hit or two, not because the stuff’s addictive, I just needed to calm my ...

... nerves down for when I asked Isabelle what the kiss meant. I desperately wanted to know if she really had feelings for me, or if it was just a joke. It couldn’t have been a joke though, she would’ve done it in front of Rob, Aaron, and Kyle. My head felt dizzier and more lightheaded than the peek of the high. Suddenly, I became very anxious and nervous as the butterflies filled my stomach. I knew I was over analyzing the situation, but why was this so difficult? I looked over at Isabelle, who was sitting across the table from me, and noticed her looking intently at me, biting the tip of her forefinger as she slowly moved it out of her mouth, moving on to biting her lip. It wasn’t a ‘seductive’ lip biting or finger biting. She looked almost as nervous as I was. I guess my nervousness showed more because she nudged my shin with her toes, mouthing the words “Are you ok?” to me. With a crooked smile and a slight nod, I assured her that nothing was wrong, but, of course, that wasn’t true. She still looked a little concerned, but continued eating and talking to her newfound friends. Kyle was telling another story about something as I zoned out again, deep in thought of how I’d bring my feelings, and hopefully her’s, up to Isabelle. Once again, a slight nudge on the shin came from Isabelle’s toes. “Are you sure?” she lipped, more concerned than the last time. “I’m fine,” I replied out loud. “Um, that’s nice?” Kyle said questioning why I interrupted him. “No, Izzy was asking me and -“ ...