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Isabelle's f****y Secret
Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
"Well, I can't take you with me anyway." "Then could I come over and visit you later?" "That wouldn't be a good idea either." "Why not, don't you like me?" He paused for a moment, keeping a straight face; it was hard to read his emotions with sunglasses covering his eyes, but I had heard a faint crack in his voice and his hands were squeezing the steering wheel. I honestly felt like he was scared of me, but I couldn't believe that he actually would be. "Now Isabelle, of course I like you, how could I dislike you if I don't even know you? We just met this morning." "You're trying to avoid me." "That's because your parents wouldn't approve of your spending time with me." "How do you know?" "What grade are you?" "I'll be in tenth grade this fall." "That's how I know. There are laws that say people like you and me can't get involved." "I bet there's no law against being friends." He looked back into the car, reaching for the ignition, starting the engine, and I almost burst into tears; I didn't want him to leave, all I wanted was to spend time with him and talk; how could that be so bad? "What's with the black rose?" Conner said as he removed the sunglasses; his eyes politely perused the print on the front of my shirt, and I felt a degree of satisfaction in knowing that he couldn't help but notice my breasts. "I bought this shirt because the black rose matches my hair, do ... you like it?" I arched my back and turned from side to side, hair swinging over my shoulders. "I just like flowers, that's all, but it's time for me to go, think about what I said Isabelle; I know you're a good girl." Conner pushed the car's stick-shift into gear, the rumbling engine became louder as he pulled away from the curb; I didn't want him to have the last word so I yelled out to him before he'd gone too far to hear me. "I'm more grown up than you think!" The taillights of his car disappeared around the corner while the memory of our conversation echoed through my mind; I didn't accept his excuse for avoiding me, there had to be a deeper reason and I was determined to find out what it was; I had to know the truth. "He's really good looking," Rachel said. "I don't believe you asked him to stop." I sat back down on the sidewalk with Rachel. "I'm surprised he actually did stop. Do you get the feeling he's kind of nervous around me?" "That was obvious, but at least he was honest and told you why." "I think there's more to it than that, he's hiding something and I'm going to get to the bottom of it, even if it takes all summer." "Think about it Isabelle, what would people think if they saw you with him?" "What would they think if they knew you were spending the weekend with Chloe's dad?" Rachel looked down and resumed fiddling with her shoe laces. "That's different; at least I think it is." ...