Justin hobbled inside and up to his bedroom. His boner was making it difficult to walk or move. His family had hidden themselves in their bedrooms so as not embarrass him while Isabelle was there to "Study" and also as she left.
Justin went to his bedroom. He looked through the pictures and videos he had taken. He could not decide which picture or video was his favorite. The one where Isabelle was kneeling in front of him and sucking his dick. Or the one where she was without panties, seated on his bed, her dress flipped up. She looked very hot in them all.
He only wished he had taken a picture of Isabelle as she had left in the car with her father. Her dress flipped up, her legs open wide, her virgin pussy on display with her father in the background. That would have been a picture of legendary status if he had taken it.
Justin began checking the internet for Isabelle's information. She lived about 2 miles away. Not exactly on the way to school. But he intended to pick her up at the bus stop in the morning on his way to school. "What are friends for?" Justin thought to himself.
Justin downloaded the pictures and videos to his computer while he masturbated. He pulled out another cloth and after a few minutes he covered it in semen. He was so surprised at how Isabelle loved the smell of the old yellow semen-stained cloth. It didn't really smell anything like she described. It smelled like semen. That's all he could describe.
He placed the wet cloth back in his closet as he felt Isabelle's wet panties in his fingers. He never thought in a million years this night would have transpired as it had. Not in a million years.
Justin went to bed but drank a protein shake first. All of his work and practice made him tired. That and Isabelle draining his balls of the extra fluids.
In the morning Justin tried to dress a bit nicer than just jeans and an old grease-stained shirt. He actually wore a clean T-shirt. He ate quickly, jumped in his old GMC truck, and headed for Isabelle's neighborhood.
He saw 4 or 5 teens waiting at the end of Isabelle's Road. Justin parked next to them and waited. They looked at him confused. A minute later Isabelle was walking down the road, some extra bounce in her step. She was wearing another long dress that ended just above her knee, little black leather shoes, and carried her leather backpack.
Justin pulled up next to the group and asked Isabelle if she wanted a ride. "My father and mother do not allow me to ride with teenagers. I must take the bus!" Isabelle firmly advised. But her smile said she really wanted to ride with him.
"So be it." Justin stated and smiled back as the school bus arrived from the opposite direction.
Isabelle and the rest of the teens climbed on the bus, it moved away down the road, Justin made a U-turn and followed. He was surprised to see Isabelle was seated in the last row. Right at the emergency door.
Thinking back to his days on the bus. The rowdiest kids always rode in the back. The girls like her, rode in the front. Isabelle had her notebook open; she was writing something on white paper and looking around.
"Get your phone ready." The words were written in black ink and pressed against the window.
At the next stop Justin pulled out his phone. He crept his truck up very close to the rear bumper of the bus. All the kids stood up and so did Isabelle. She lifted the back of her long dress up to her waist. She pressed her white butt and white cotton panties against the glass emergency door.
Justin was taking lots of pictures and then Isabelle returned to her seat. She smiled and stuck her tongue out at Justin. The bus drove on to the next stop as Justin followed. At each stop all the kids on the bus would stand up. Isabelle would also stand up, but she would lift her skirt and show her panty covered ass.
Finally. At the last stop Justin had his phone out. His front bumper was nearly touching the back bumper of the school bus. Isabelle stood up with the rest of the crowd, but her panties were lowered down to her knees. The white cotton cloth was stretched between her open knees. Her tiny pink anus and perfect pussy were on full display as she bent over a bit and Justin took tons of pictures.
She sat down again, and Justin could see her face was bright red and she was pulling up her panties under her dress. The bus then accelerated and merged onto the highway. Headed for school. There were no more stops before school.
Justin was having a hard time. His boner was trying to smash its way out of his jeans as he drove. Isabelle had changed. Or what was this she was doing?
Justin parked in the student parking lot but walked over to where the buses were unloaded. Isabelle was laughing at Jason's face as he walked over. "What has gotten into you?" Jason asked when they met up. He must have looked surprised, scared, or bewildered.
"That bra from last night. I'm wearing it right now. It smells like your stuff. But it's not as strong as the cloth. It's amazing." Isabelle stated while laughing, smiling, and lowering her head to her tits to take a deep breath.
"I got a few good pictures. Want to see?" Justin asked.
Isabelle nodded. She saw the pictures and covered her face with her hands. "I had no idea the glass on the emergency exit door was that see through. It looked dirty from the inside. You can really see everything. Can't you?!" Isabelle laughed.
"What has gotten into you?" Justin asked.
"I don't know. But I'm not thinking clearly. I can't believe what we did last night. Or today." Isabelle stated was she raised her hand to her head. Was she checking her own temperature? Was she sick?
Justin saw Isabelle lean down slight and smell her bra. Her eyes widened and she had a mischievous smile on her face as she turned and walked to class.
Isabelle was the epitome of chaste, virgin, Christian, and goodness. She had changed so very quickly. Her actions were very different than just a few days prior. Justin thought to himself, "I bet I can ass fuck her before I fuck her pussy." Due to how Isabelle was acting.
They separated and smiled at one another as they went to their different first period classes. In biology they met back up. Seated in the front row Isabelle had a permanent smile on her face so far, all day. Emma asked Justin in a nearly whisper volume, "Did you fuck her stupid last night? Why is she acting like that?"
"No. Stop saying that. We did not have sex." Justin whispered back. But he had a hint of a smile.
"Ah. Gotcha." Emma smiled back.
For the next few days Justin went to class, flirted with Isabelle, he was nice to Emma, and teased Tara as much as he could. It was not easy. Tara would show up at terrible times, act like she would do anything Justin told her to do and always had the short skirts showing off her incredible legs.
Justin tried and tried to convince Isabelle to let him drive her to school and home each day. And each day she flat our refused. How could she suck his dick but not let him drive her home? Justin was so confused by how she was acting.
One night, several weeks later, Justin got a text message from an unknown number. "Hey stud. You awake?" The text read. It was 9pm and he had just laid down to sleep.
"Yeah. Who's this?" Justin replied.
"Tara. Your personal whore. I've been throwing myself at you since the beginning of school. I got your phone number from your ex. Tell me. What do I have to do for us to be together?" Tara text.
"That's easy." Justin teased as he responded.
"What? What do I have to do?" Tara begged.
