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Isabelle's f****y Secret
Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
my courage and gave the bike a push, coasting down to the street, stopping in front of him, heart pounding inside my chest; his mouth opened slightly when he saw me, like he was about to say something, but he remained silent, looking at me with eyes that seemed deep and thoughtful. "Hi, my name is Isabelle. I'm your neighbor." "Nice to meet you Isabelle, I'm Conner." "I guess it's kind of weird that you've lived here so long and we're just now meeting." "Isabelle, I hope I don't seem rude, but I have to go back inside. Goodbye." Conner squeezed the rolled-up newspaper and then turned around and returned to his house. I felt embarrassed for having subjected him to such an insipid conversation; he must think I'm an idiot, why couldn't I think of anything intelligent to say? The expression on his face puzzled me, I swear he looked like he'd seen a ghost, and my own feelings during our conversation were strange as well; my pounding heart and nervousness had vanished once I was in his presence, I felt peaceful and safe with him, kind of like we were old friends or something. I had to plot my next move but I needed time by myself to think so I rode by bike down the street, pedaling as fast as I could for block after block, houses and fences and barking dogs streaming past me in a blur; riding until I was well beyond what my mother would consider "too far" from home, and I don't know how much further I would have gone if someone hadn't ... called out my name. "Hey Isabelle, what are you doing?" The voice belonged to Rachel Moran, an eighth grader from Fleurton Junior High, where I go to school; she was sitting on the sidewalk by the intersection, underneath the shady overhang of a Willow tree. She waved at me, so I turned my bike around and rode back to her; I needed to talk to someone and Rachel would be perfect; she was nice, she never gossiped, and I liked her. "Hi Rachel, what's going on?" "I'm walking down to Chloe's place; I just stopped here to rest. What are you doing?" "I guess I'm really not doing anything except trying to figure out how to get a guy to be interested me." "That should be easy for a pretty girl like you". "I am not pretty." "Yes you are!" "I'm just average." "Above average, I'd say, but what's the big deal about this guy?" "Here's the problem in a nutshell; I've really fallen for him, but I'm scared he won't like me." "Who is it?" "You don't know him; he's an older guy, my next door neighbor." "So let me guess; I bet you haven't even told him how you feel, have you?" "Of course not, I've only spoken to him once, but I'm convinced we're meant to be together, I just don't know how to get things going with him." "I think you have a choice Isabelle, it's like you're at a fork in the road and you have to decide which way to turn; you can open your heart and plunge in, or you can ...