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

    agreed, laying my head back on the seat rest. “It’s going to be about an hour drive with all of this traffic so you take a nap if you need to,” Isabelle quickly dozed off on my shoulder with a cute smile on her face while I tried getting comfortable without disturbing her. Her perfume smelled amazingly sweet leaving just enough scent for me to want more. At the time, I didn’t know what she was trying to do, I just thought that we were good enough friends for it not to be weird. Eventually I did fall asleep, but only for 20 minutes before we arrived at our house. “Isabelle,” I said, nudging her with my shoulder. My parents got out of the car and started bringing her luggage in when she woke up on my shoulder, moaning a bit before looking around. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and I had no idea why until I caught a glimpse of her taking her hands out of under her skirt. They were glistening and wet, and I knew then what that moan was about. Hoping not to embarrass her, I pretended I didn’t notice and got out of the car, helping to bring in her last suitcase. “Merci!” she said, slinging her backpack over her shoulder as she wiped her fingers off on her skirt. “So, uh, Isabelle, you will be staying in Mary’s old room,” My mom said, setting her suitcases down in the foyer, next to the stairs. “Remember, our room is down here if you need anything, but I think Mr. Callahan I were going to go for a quick run around noon if that’s alright,” my mom said. “Oh, oui, that is ...
    fine,” she said. “Just make yourself feel at home,” my mom said, “Lucas, could you help Isabelle with her luggage again?” “Yeah, sure,” I said. Right at the top of the fuzzy, carpeted stairs was Mary’s old room, to the right was a bathroom, and to the left was my room. “Here you are,” I said, setting her suitcases down next to the comfortable looking bed which was made, years ago. Almost everything of Mary’s was still in the room as it was before she went off to college, which I always thought was a little weird. I just kept the door closed because it felt uncomfortable having it open. “Merci,” Isabelle said. “So, you can uh, set everything up and, you know, I’ll be in the room next door if you need anything,” “Do you want to eh, hang out later, you know, show me around?” she asked. “Yeah, for sure,” I said, “just knock whenever, I’m not really doing much today,” “Awesome,” she said starting to unpack her heavy suitcases. I walked back to my room and started to play video games for a little while until a light knock came from my door. “Hello?” called Isabelle. “Coming,” I replied, getting up and opening the door, “What’s up?” “It is lunch time, is it not?” she said. “Oh, yeah sure, I, uh think my parents are out, but I make a pretty great steak,” I said realizing how tall Isabelle actually was compared to me. She stood to my nose, so about 5’6” without any footwear, aside from her cute, furry, red socks that went up mid way up her shin. When we were littler, she always was a lot ...
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