Isabelle: Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Isabelle: Chapter 2

... I stammered embarrassed. “Ok,” he interjected, continuing with his story as Aaron, Amanda, and Rob laughed along. I looked over to Isabelle who was covering her mouth, giggling at my mix up, furthering my embarrassment. “Hey losers,” Kyle’s older brother, Adam, said as he walked into the kitchen, straight towards the fridge. He looked over at us briefly doing a double take before saying, “Woah, who is this?” referring to Isabelle obviously. “This is Izzy,” Kyle said, “She’s Lucas’s friend from France who’s here as a foreign exchange student.” “Well, Izzy,” Adam began. “It is Isabelle,” Isabelle corrected. “Isabelle, I don’t know why you’re hanging out with these losers, but, if you want to, you can always come hang out with me,” he said, getting a little creepy. “Jesus Christ Adam, she’s too young for you,” Kyle said. “Also, you’re not my type,” Isabelle added. “Well, what is your type?” Adam asked. “Tall, brown eyes, black hair, awkward, but in a cute way, caring, charming, muscular, funny, has good smelling hoodies,” she said, nudging me with her toes again as she tried to continue her list looking directly at me. “You’re very specific,” Adam interrupted, tiring of Isabelle’s list of very specific traits. Rob, who was sitting next to me, bumped my arm with his fist as Adam got what he wanted from the fridge and left. It was obvious what was on his mind, considering it was always on his mind, but rarely about other people. He did the same to Kyle before he started dating ...

... Amanda and even when Kristy and I started dating. It was really annoying. Around three or four o’clock, Isabelle and I headed out, going back to my house to prepare her for the coming school semester. This wasn’t my idea however, Isabelle wanted to go back, I wanted to stay because I knew coming back to the house would mean having to talk to her about what happened. The butterflies came back as we walked back to my house and continued as we came through the front door into the empty house. Isabelle raced me up the stairs into ‘her’ room and she won. I wasn’t feeling up to racing. I wasn’t feeling up to anything really. All I wanted to do was crawl inside my hoodie and stay there for the foreseeable future. “What’s the matter?” she asked as I moseyed my way up the stairs “Um, nothing,” I replied as we walked into ‘her’ room. Isabelle took out a small, red suitcase from the closet and opened it up. It was entirely filled with school supplies that she might need. We had the same schedule since I asked my counselor if we could, which I was now regretting, so I knew what she needed for each class. A few notebooks for Psychology, World Literature, and Principles of Engineering, since I was going to a small engineering charter school. A large amount of pencils, a calculator, and some gym clothes for Health and Fitness. “Would this be ok?” Isabelle asked holding up a small skirt and a loose looking tank top with large holes for the arms. “I, um, don’t think so, maybe the skirt, but ...