Isabelle

***Note: This story does not become “erotic” until around Chapter 3 onwards. If that is all you want from a story then I suggest just watching porn, or wait until Chapter 3 comes out. This is a true story which means that it isn’t just going to be gratuitous amounts of sex.***


When I heard the news that Isabelle was coming over seas and staying with my family for the second semester I nearly flipped! I hadn’t seen her since we were both 11 and my family went to visit her in France, but that was only for a week, now Isabelle was coming over for the last semester of our junior year in high school as a foreign exchange student. I’m not exactly sure how, but our families had been friends for quite some time. We use to visit back and forth a lot when we were little, but it’s been six years since we had last seen each other. We were best friends as kids and still talked a little over email, but that pretty much stopped once we hit high school and the accident happened.

I was just 14, starting my freshmen year, when my older sister, Mary, got in a car crash with a few of her other friends. She… she um passed away soon after. I remember for months after, my family was grieving, but eventually we learned that life has to move on. That was right around the time Isabelle and I had stopped communicating. But when my mom told me the news that Isabelle would be coming over and staying in Marry’s old room, which was right down the hall from mine, I had some real mixed feelings. I tried emailing Isabelle about it, to see if she would be comfortable in Mary’s old room, but she had since changed her email address.

“That’s a little weird, don’t you think?” I said to my mom as she started washing the dinner dishes. “Well, that’s the only free room in the house, Lucas,” she replied, obviously not wanting to talk about it. I wasn’t going to push it though. I was just excited that Isabelle was coming in the first place. I excused myself from the table and went to my room to finish the last assignments of the first semester. It was nearly 11:30 when I finished the last one and I quickly dozed off.

The next 3 days were finals which were a breeze and passed by quicker than I imagined. Next thing I knew, it was Friday, our day off. The next day, Isabelle would be flying in and we’d pick her up at the air port. I couldn’t wait to catch up with her.

The hours slowly blurred together as I passed the time playing video games with Robby, one of my best American friends. It was nearly 6:00 when his parents picked him up and then I was left alone. When you’re excited and anxious and you can’t wait for something to happen, minutes become hours and time seems to slow down just to spite you. After numerous hours of movies and TV binge watching, it was 3:00 am. Isabelle would by coming in around 9:00 am.

“Only six hours,” I thought to myself as I tried getting to sleep. Having a TV, laptop, and phone all in your room did not help that though. It was nearly 5 in the morning before I actually fell asleep and my dad came in around 7:50 to wake me up.

“Lucas, we have to get going,” he said knocking on my door.

“Urrghmphhh,” I groaned as I woke up.

“I’m assuming that means your up,” he said, heading back down the stairs to his room.

I walked over to the bathroom in my room and took a quick shower, making myself look presentable before heading down the stairs. I turned into the foyer as my mom was coming out of my parent’s room. “Morning,” she said, as we walked into the kitchen.

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked groggily.

“Here, catch,” my dad said, throwing a blueberry bagel over the oven and cupboard island, “eat it in the car, we’re going to be late already.”

My parents went out to wait in the car while I quickly tied my shoes and spread a little strawberry cream cheese over the bagel, scarfing it down before I even got into my mom’s mini van. “I’m going to be asleep,” I said, still half asleep. “Teenagers,” my dad mumbled as he turned his radio podcast down. The hour long car drive felt like a few seconds worth of good sleep and the rest was half listening to NPR or something as I tried to get comfortable.

To our surprise, the airport was not as crowded as it normally was, making it was easy to find Isabelle. She was standing with a few suitcases in a very cute red, white, and blue dress that complimented her gorgeous hair and vibrant green eyes. Of course, then I didn’t really notice how ravishing she looked, after all, we were just friends then. She waved to us as we parked the mini van next to her.

“Why don’t you get out and help her?” My mom said.

I got out and exchanged the awkward ‘hello’s getting her luggage into the trunk of the car.

“It’s been so long,” she said in her cute accent, “you’ve changed quite a bit,” she said, squeezing my rather muscular arms.

“You’ve, uh, wow, you’ve also changed,” I said looking at her slim but curvy body.

The tightness of her dress accentuated her ‘womanly features’ which had grown quite a bit since we last talked. We both got into the van and she put her backpack down on the floor. Awkward ‘hello’s ensued between Isabelle and my parents as my dad started driving.

“Are you hungry?” my mom asked, turning to face Isabelle who was sitting awfully close to me in the back of the car.

“Not so much, I had eh breakfast a few hours ago,” Isabelle said.

As we started driving home, Isabelle and I briefly caught up. I started feeling a little more comfortable around her as we talked more about our lives. Even the mundane things seemed interesting to each other because of the cultural differences. It could have been hours of talking, but it only felt like seconds.

“Are you excited to start school here?” I asked trying to make small talk.

“Well, yes and no,” she replied.

“Why’s that?” I asked

“Well, one, I’m excited to see America again, but at the same time, it is school,” she explained, giggling.

“That’s true,” I said, laughing with her.

“Whew, I’m tired,” Isabelle said, yawning.

“Me too,” I 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.