Isabelle: Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Isabelle: Chapter 3

... him about his fields of rice. Also, he had a tendency to harass the darker skinned kids with unreasonable questions and pester them with unneeded help to embarrass them for ‘mis behaving’ when in actuality, they were doing nothing wrong. I was honestly worried what he might say about Isabelle, being French and all. To this day, I had no idea how he hadn’t been fired. “So this teacher, Mr. Larson, is a little fou,” I warned, meaning crazy. Isabelle giggled as we took our seats. Mr. Larson made his entrance, followed, as usual, by a crew of Seniors and Juniors who found him hilarious. He greeted the class and introduced himself with his usual hour long story about his first car, his first job, his family, his military career, etc. The whole class was nearly asleep before he even took attendance and it was already half way into 8th period, the last period of the day, when he finally began our first lesson. Isabelle rested herself on my shoulder as Mr. Larson began teaching the safety guidelines of each of the machines that we would be working on. “How long is this class?” she asked after a cute yawn. I looked quickly at the clock in the room. It read 2:26 pm. “10 minutes,” I answered as I too yawned. “You look funny when you yawn,” Isabelle giggled, taking her tired head off of my shoulder and grabbing at my cheeks, playing with them as a second yawn came over me. Isabelle yawned again and playfully slapped my arm saying, “Look what you’ve started.” I giggled with her as we ...

... tried to pay attention to the lesson. It was always difficult to know when and when not to pay attention in Mr. Larson’s classes because he would often go off on some sort of rant or personal story when he taught. And when I say often, I mean every 1-5 minutes, he would split off into a 10 minute story or rant that sometimes pertained to the lesson. I wondered how anyone could ever pass his classes when he barely taught anything. When the day was finally over, I followed Isabelle to her locker and she followed me to mine as we picked up our lunch boxes and headed out to the buses which were, as usual, crowded with screaming kids. We sat up front with the quiet kids and talked the whole ride about funny school stories. When we were dropped off at my stop, Isabelle, who was sitting in towards the isle, got out first and her ass looked amazing as she got up. I shook the thoughts out of my head and headed out with her, walking up my driveway and into my house. My mom and dad both worked during the week, so they weren’t home until at least 5:00 to 6:00. “I’m so tired,” Isabelle said, yawning again. “Oh great, not again,” I thought to myself as I held back yawns of my own. “Me too,” I replied as we walked up the stairs, “But, at least we don’t have homework.” “That is true,” Isabelle said joyfully, “Do you want to play video games or something?” “Um, yeah sure,” I said as we went into my room, setting our backpacks down. After a few minutes of playing one of my racing games, I paused ...