I'd had an obsession with my sister's friend Isabelle ever since Isabelle's family moved into our neighborhood. There were very few girls my sister's age that lived near us so my sister naturally gravitated towards Isabelle. Since Isabelle was new and had no friends, the two of them became instant pals. My sister was a year older than her since both my sister and I had started school a year late. I was the same age as Isabelle but a grade lower and the grade difference always made her seem older than me.
Both of Isabelle's parents worked long hours to afford the new house they'd purchased near us and so Isabelle spent a great deal of time at our house. I can remember many nights of listening to her and my sister giggling in my sister's room over the latest boy that one of them had a crush on or that they suspected had a crush on one of them.
I myself was a short, skinny little nerd who was surely never the subject of any "crush talk" among any girls. And being as shy as I was, couldn't bring myself to express my infatuation with Isabelle. She was always nice to me but it was always in a basic "friend's brother" sort of way. So instead, for the next few years I sat by and watched boyfriends of my sister and Isabelle come and go and I had to content myself with only the dream of merely being so lucky as to hold Isabelle's hand for a brief moment.
Incidentally, Isabelle's family moved to our neighborhood right around the time I was entering puberty. What grabbed my attention about Isabelle was her features. Unlike most of the other girls I had seen up to this point in my life, who tended to be either cookie-cutter fair skinned blondes or brunettes, Isabelle was a light-caramel complexion Latin girl. Her beautiful dark brown, almost black hair framed a cute face containing the prettiest brown eyes I had ever seen. She had a slim but athletic frame and was an inch or two taller than my sister and a few inches taller than me. From her hips sprouted long, slim legs and higher up on her body were two seemingly flawless breasts slightly larger than oranges that I'd spend a growing amount of time jerking off to.
The next few years went by and I would lay in my bed listening to Isabelle's voice as she and my sister talked back and forth about their innocent, schoolgirl "sex" lives. Although they were 18 and 19 and finishing their final year of high school, neither had "gone all the way". The most that either had done was to allow a guy to feel them up. My cock would become instantly hard as I'd hear Isabelle describe an encounter of yet another guy who had been fortunate enough to put his hands on her tits over her clothes during a makeout session.
I constantly tried to match up my timing on Isabelle's showers whenever she took one at our house and I'd try to set myself up so that I'd be on my way in or out of my room as she went up the hall away from me. She'd come out and turn up the hall with her hair draped down over one of her shoulders and I'd pause and let my eyes wonder over her glistening upper back, down to her towel-covered ass, and down her pretty calves. I desperately wanted to see what her cleavage might look like with beads of water spread across it, but I dared not have Isabelle catch me eyeing her as she came from the shower.
Weekends were my favorite time of the week because if neither my sister or Isabelle had a date, they usually stayed at the house and watch movies. This gave me an opportunity to secretly gaze at Isabelle in one of her long nightshirts for an extended period of time. She and my sister would sit over on the couch in front of the TV and I'd take up a seat in the chair off to the side and scoot it back a couple inches so that with my head angled just right, I could quickly shift my eyes from the TV and over to glance at Isabelle's beautiful tits. Often times, judging from the light visibility of her nipples, she wasn't wearing a bra. I'd spend the entire movie trying to shift my hardened cock around in my pants knowing that only the thin material of her nightshirt separated me from seeing her wonderful globes.
When I wasn't ogling her nipples, I was letting my eyes drift over her bronze legs as they extended down from her nightshirt. On some lucky occasions I would even be able to steal peeks at her panty covered pussy whenever she and my sister had a huge laughing spell over a movie scene and would bounce into each other and kick their legs wildly. Between movies I'd race to my room and jack my cock with images of Isabelle's glorious body still fresh in my head. Cum would spill from my cock onto the carpet as I imagined myself spilling it all over Isabelle's chest.
As fate would have it, one day after gym class I overheard a conversation in the locker room between two guys. They were discussing some sort of drug that one of them had bought off the internet that he had tried out on a girl recently.
"Dude, I just sprinkled a little bit into a drink and after an hour it was on" he grinned.
"How long did it take?" the other asked.
"About an hour. After I was sure she was asleep I carried her up to my room and we got it on!" he said while slapping hands with his buddy.
I found my cock straining in my gym shorts and grabbed my nearby shirt to cover my lap as he went on to talk about how soft her tits felt against his face, how sweet her pussy tasted against his tongue and tight it felt around his cock.
I had never really imagined myself putting my mouth on the genitals of a girl mainly because the idea slightly disgusted me. But the guy's description about the girl's soft tits against his face definitely peaked my curiosity. I struggled to continue listening to the conversation as they lowered their voices but I was able to make out the internet address and quickly jotted it down on a scrap piece of paper. I figured I would only go to the site and read up about the powder and had no intentions of actually trying to buy it.
But I spent the rest of the school day I sitting in classes with my cock practically pounding, thinking about what it'd be like to have the ability to do whatever I wanted with a girl. My own "sexual" history had thus far been limited to the time one of my teachers caught me and a girl kissing on the playground in elementary school. The thought of actually seeing a girl naked and putting my hands on her was enough to keep me hard throughout the rest of the day and during the entire bus ride home.
I just about took the front door off its hinges as I got home and raced to our family's computer to check out the website. I was a little hesitant as I began to type in the web address. I started to remember the conversation my parents had had with my sister and I when they bought the computer. They specifically told us not to use it for checking out porn, going into chatrooms, or to use the computer for anything else that might be sexual in nature.
My fingers took on a life of their own and found the keys for the rest of the web address and away I went. My breath stopped as I waited to see whether a porn page would come up and I was relieved but slightly disappointed when a page came up for some kind of sleep research center. I scanned down the page wondering what the guy in the locker room had been talking about when he mentioned the drug.
Just as I was about to shut down the computer and go jack off before I did my homework, a link caught my eye near the bottom of the page. I went through it and finally stumbled upon what the guy had been talking about. The research site had partnered up with another site who was currently selling a powder that could be sprinkled into a glass of water or other drink before bed that would aid people who were having difficulty in sleeping. I read through a list of testimonials from people talking about how well it worked for them and how they'd often sleep so soundly that nothing during the night would wake them up.