Isabelle: Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Isabelle: Chapter 3

... notice at first, but as it grew, she could feel it on her thighs. She took her lips off of mine and gave me a cute but awkward smile. “Oh shit, I already ruined it,” I thought to myself as my heart sank. She giggled at the ‘oh shit’ expression on my face and said, “Hello there,” looking down at the obvious bulge pressing up on my jeans. My cheeks flushed with blood as I blushed. “Sorry,” I managed to blurt out. “Don’t be, it means you like me,” she replied, going back to kissing me. Confused, I went back to kissing Isabelle’s sweet, full lips as my boner raged on. Isabelle didn’t seem to pay much attention to my not-so little friend, just kissing me more. Soon, my cock started throbbing as I desperately wanted to relieve myself. Isabelle undoubtably felt it through her thin leggings, but, still, she didn’t seem to mind. I took my mind off of it and focused on the beautiful girl right in front of me. A few minutes later, Isabelle pulled her lips off of mine, again, moving herself back on my legs. “I’m kind of hungry,” she said, her accent showing through her nervous voice. “Yeah, uh, me too,” I said, letting her stand up before I did. I followed her down the stairs, quickly fixing my hard on so it went up into my waist line and wasn’t as noticeable. We walked into the kitchen and I asked what she wanted to eat. “Something light,” she replied, sitting down at the table. I looked at the clock, “Already 4:30,” I thought to myself as I rummaged through the fridge. I pulled out ...

... two apples, tossing one to Isabelle who caught it perfectly with both hands. “Nice catch,” I said, biting a chunk out of mine as Isabelle did the same, smiling at me. We snacked and talked like normal, but this time, I was a whole lot happier and more comfortable and I could tell Isabelle was too. I didn’t want to bring up the events that just transpired, feeling it would be a little awkward since I got a hard on, but Isabelle seemed perfectly comfortable with the topic. “Tu embrasses très bien,” she said, meaning “You kiss very well.” “Merci,” I replied, “Et toi,” meaning, “Thank you, and you.” Isabelle blushed. “I must have been,” she giggled, making me turn completely red. “Yeah, um sorry about that,” I said awkwardly as I finished my apple. “Don’t be, I liked it,” she replied, “Trés agréable,” or “Very enjoyable.” That evening, we stayed up playing video games in my room until late at night. Isabelle fell asleep quicker than me and rather than carry her to Mary’s old room, which would have definitely woken her up, I just picked her up and laid her down in my bed. I took out an extra blanket and stole a pillow off my bed and tried to fall asleep on the floor next to her, setting my alarm for the next morning. “Why do you sleep down there?” asked a dazed, groggy Isabelle, “Come up here,” she said. I heard the comforter open up and a small hand pat on a spot for me to sleep. “What if my mom finds us together?” I asked, getting into my bed anyway. “Don’t live by ‘what if’s,” ...