1. Isabelle: Chapter 3


    Date: 11/18/2016, Categories: True Story, First Time, Male/Female, Romance, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: DJ2448, Rating: 93.5, Source: sexstories.com

    welcome to health and fitness,” he said, almost too enthusiastically. The rest of health class was rather boring so I won’t make you suffer the details. Basically, we briefly covered what we would be doing for the semester and we were released to lunch. Isabelle followed me out, not holding my hand anymore which was a little disappointing to be honest. “What is next?” she asked. “Lunch,” I said, walking to Isabelle’s locker. She struggled to unlock it, but managed to get it open and take her lunch out. Then we went to my locker and grabbed my lunch before heading off to the cafeteria. “Where should we sit?” Isabelle asked. “I think the question is where can we sit?” I replied, looking at the nearly full cafeteria. We ended up finding a seat in the back corner where our friends Amanda, Kyle, and Aaron had saved us a spot. Robby went to a different high school entirely, but he wasn’t really missed. “Hi,” they all said as we sat down, opening our lunch boxes. My mom packed us a sandwich, a water bottle, and some chips, as usual, which we both ate slowly as we talked amongst the rest of the group. Occasionally I’d find myself looking next to me at Isabelle who was wearing a rather tight dress with dark blue and white stripes going horizontally. It was very bland, but she looked amazing in it. At some points, I thought I could see, just barely, where her nipples poked through the fabric. My eyes glanced downwards, towards her thighs. The dress she was wearing had a small skirt ...
    that barely covered her ass, but underneath it she wore leggings which only outlined her butt even more. “She looks great today,” I thought to myself as I turned back to the conversation. After lunch was over, Isabelle and I had World Literature. That class was taught by Mrs. Young, probably the nicest teacher in all of LakeView, which was my school’s name by the way. She taught mostly English classes, but also subbed quite frequently in the science classes when she wasn’t teaching. After another introduction to the class that took half an hour, we started straight away by reading and taking notes on some article on drones and their application in military and recreation. It was really boring, but kept my focus off of Isabelle, who, again, was sitting right next to me. When World Literature ended, after seemingly little time, we headed out to our final class of the day, Principles of Engineering, taught by the infamous Mr. Larson. I don’t want to say he was crazy, but probably somewhere close to it. He would always go off on rants about his latest conspiracy theory, which was completely against the rules of the school district, but everybody was so entertained that no one complained. Not only was he a nut job, he also was kind of racist. I remember one time he asked this Asian kid how his rice fields were going because his first name was Ben, as in Uncle Ben’s rice. He didn’t know the kid was Asian until he looked up and saw him, but he never apologized and he still questions ...
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