1. Isabelle


    Date: 2/1/2015, Categories: True Story, Romance, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: DJ2448, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

    actually fell asleep and my dad came in around 7:50 to wake me up. “Lucas, we have to get going,” he said knocking on my door. “Urrghmphhh,” I groaned as I woke up. “I’m assuming that means your up,” he said, heading back down the stairs to his room. I walked over to the bathroom in my room and took a quick shower, making myself look presentable before heading down the stairs. I turned into the foyer as my mom was coming out of my parent’s room. “Morning,” she said, as we walked into the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?” I asked groggily. “Here, catch,” my dad said, throwing a blueberry bagel over the oven and cupboard island, “eat it in the car, we’re going to be late already.” My parents went out to wait in the car while I quickly tied my shoes and spread a little strawberry cream cheese over the bagel, scarfing it down before I even got into my mom’s mini van. “I’m going to be asleep,” I said, still half asleep. “Teenagers,” my dad mumbled as he turned his radio podcast down. The hour long car drive felt like a few seconds worth of good sleep and the rest was half listening to NPR or something as I tried to get comfortable. To our surprise, the airport was not as crowded as it normally was, making it was easy to find Isabelle. She was standing with a few suitcases in a very cute red, white, and blue dress that complimented her gorgeous hair and vibrant green eyes. Of course, then I didn’t really notice how ravishing she looked, after all, we were just friends then. She ...
    waved to us as we parked the mini van next to her. “Why don’t you get out and help her?” My mom said. I got out and exchanged the awkward ‘hello’s getting her luggage into the trunk of the car. “It’s been so long,” she said in her cute accent, “you’ve changed quite a bit,” she said, squeezing my rather muscular arms. “You’ve, uh, wow, you’ve also changed,” I said looking at her slim but curvy body. The tightness of her dress accentuated her ‘womanly features’ which had grown quite a bit since we last talked. We both got into the van and she put her backpack down on the floor. Awkward ‘hello’s ensued between Isabelle and my parents as my dad started driving. “Are you hungry?” my mom asked, turning to face Isabelle who was sitting awfully close to me in the back of the car. “Not so much, I had eh breakfast a few hours ago,” Isabelle said. As we started driving home, Isabelle and I briefly caught up. I started feeling a little more comfortable around her as we talked more about our lives. Even the mundane things seemed interesting to each other because of the cultural differences. It could have been hours of talking, but it only felt like seconds. “Are you excited to start school here?” I asked trying to make small talk. “Well, yes and no,” she replied. “Why’s that?” I asked “Well, one, I’m excited to see America again, but at the same time, it is school,” she explained, giggling. “That’s true,” I said, laughing with her. “Whew, I’m tired,” Isabelle said, yawning. “Me too,” I ...
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