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Isabelle: Chapter 3

Date: 2/15/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Male/Female, Romance, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: DJ2448, Rating: 93.5, Source: sexstories.com

Isabelle whispered as I snuggled up next to her. I smiled in the darkness and kissed her cheek before we both fell into a deep, calm sleep. When we woke up the next morning, everything seemed great. We were well rested, happy, and comfortable around each other. A lot of the time new lovers say they feel like they’ve known each other for years, but we actually have known each other for years. It felt almost taboo and exciting to not only start a relationship after so many years of friendship, but have it be secretive under my parents. I wanted to tell everyone, I wanted to scream it at the top of my lungs, but I couldn’t which was surprisingly thrilling. Isabelle kissed my cheek and headed off to her room and then the shower down the hall. I went and grabbed some new clothes from my closet and started a shower in my bathroom, quickly getting ready before school started. When I came down into the kitchen, Isabelle and my mom were talking about something while they made breakfast. “You’re so helpful,” my mother said. “Oh, please, you are housing me,” Isabelle replied, giving them both a good laugh. We ate a quick breakfast before heading out to the buses again. The school day seemed to whiz by as Isabelle and I goofed around in class, mostly just talking to each other in french so no one would understand us, which we both thought was hilarious. At lunch, we’d giggle and point at my friends, saying gibberish in french as they desperately wanted to know what we were saying about ... them. By the end of the day, we were both so full of laughter that it was hard to be tired. We were assigned some homework in World Literature as well as History, but it was easy and we got it done in minutes together. After about a week and a half had gone by, Isabelle and I were both ahead in all of our classes, sticking to the strict schedule of laughing our asses off in school and finishing all of our work at home where we could focus better. We had many more nights of staying up late and playing games, small make out sessions, and sleeping over in each other’s rooms, never getting further than lip contact. One Friday night, around 5:00 in the evening, when we had finished all of our work for the following Monday, we were getting closer to another potentially sleepless night of talking and kissing. “So, what now?” Isabelle asked as we sat around the kitchen table, sipping on some fresh tea. “Well, my parents said they’re going out with some friends tonight, they won’t be back until at least 9:00,” I replied, hoping to have another make out session with her. “Oui,” she said, hoping I would take the initiative. “So,” I continued, standing up and walking towards the stairs, but not before reaching my hand out for Isabelle to hold on to. “Lead the way,” she giggled, holding on to my hand as we walked up into my room. We entered my room and I sat down on the edge of my bed. Isabelle walked towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kneeled over my lap, pushing me back ...