Chantel went to Yvonne's house after the game, worried about Isaac but knowing it would be rude to dump out on Yvonne and her family. It was a nice Thanksgiving gathering with Yvonne's aunts, uncles, and cousins also attending and Chantel knew Isaac would have fit in even if he was feeling down from the tough loss and maybe even hurt from his hit. Chantel lasted as long as she could but she kept thinking about poor Isaac home alone, miserable and hungry so she finally excused herself late in the afternoon and, with a warm plate of food courtesy of Yvonne's mom, Chantel headed home to check on The Football Player.
As much as she wanted to, Chantel couldn't deny the emotional truth she had discovered about herself. It was obvious why she had lost interest in Willie during the last few months - it was because of the interest, lust and want she felt for Isaac, as evidenced by that fateful kiss in the kitchen. The urges she longed to feel for Willie had now come to life inside of her when she thought of Isaac.
The house was dark when she got home and there was no sign of Isaac downstairs. She brought the plate of food upstairs and knocked on his door.
"Isaac?" She asked hopefully.
She heard and muffled groan, waited a few moments, and then opened the door to find Isaac sprawled on his bed wearing sweats. The room was dark so she turned on the dim light and she saw a bruise on his face.
"Are you okay?" She worried.
"I'll live," he replied.
"I brought you some food."
"I'm not hungry."
"But it's Thanksgiving."
"I'm still not hungry," he moaned.
She stood in the doorway gawking at him. Isaac turned his head and looked at her, looking sad and defeated.
"Tough game, huh?" She sighed.
"What a way to end my football career," he grumbled.
"You still have basketball and baseball," she said.
"Football is my favorite," he replied.
Chantel cautiously crossed the room and boldly sat on the side of his bed, leaning over and setting the plate of food on the bedside table before practically falling on him and sealing her lips against his. Unlike in the kitchen, this time Isaac gladly moved his lips against hers as if he had been thinking about - and waiting for - this moment for a long time. It was as perfect a kiss as Chantel could have imagined.
She closed her eyes and let out her breath into his mouth as they kissed and tongued one another.
"Chantel…" Isaac breathed.
"Shh," she urged as she stared into his eyes. "Don't you want to have a Thanksgiving to remember?"
"It wouldn't be right…."
"I don't care," she whispered as she kissed him again.
"Then I don't either," Isaac decided.
Chantel tugged on his sweats which easily moved down his legs. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his stiff erection popped up like a periscope coming out of the ocean.
"I've never done this before," he let her know as they both glanced at his erect penis.
"I have," she let him know as she straddled his lap and lifted his arms up to pull his sweatshirt off over his head ever so slowly. She then rubbed her hands on his exposed chest. She could see him shaking with anticipation and his breathing started to sound like he had just jogged five miles.
"Chantel," he pleaded, his erection poking at her.
She hunched herself up and discarded her jeans and panties, as well as her sweater and bra and just like that she was naked, allowing his stiff penis to press against her pubic hair as she lowered herself back down onto his lap.
He marveled at her naked beauty and he slowly examined her with his hands, feeling her breasts, and sides, and thighs, and ass, and stomach as if he was searching for a particular mole or freckle. Chantel responded by rubbing her womanhood against his erection while leaning in and kissing him once more.
"Happy Thanksgiving," she whispered seductively.
He kissed her deeply and passionately in return, an almost desperate want and plea. "I don't know what I'm doing," he confessed.
"You're doing fine," She assured him as she rolled off of him and onto her back on the mattress, pulling Isaac so he was lying on top of her, gazing at her and her exposed beauty with fascination.
Chantel took his hand and put it on her breast and she watched with approval as he traced his fingers over her nipples and the curves of each breast while she did the same to him, tracing her fingers along his chest to his stomach, before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close.
Chantel felt his erection poking between her legs which she spread further apart to invite him to continue.
"Don't worry and don't think," she coached him. "Just let it come natural."
"I don't have condoms."
"I'm on the pill."
He better positioned himself on top of her so his erection was rubbing at her entrance. "Are you sure?" He wanted to know.
"I want you to be happy," she replied. "I want you to let go of all the hurt and disappointment and secrets and shame and loneliness. I want you to have a Happy Thanksgiving and most of all I want to make love with you."
She pressed her lips against his and she felt him awkwardly and uncertainly thrust into her. She smiled happily and arched her back, almost laughing with joy and satisfied completeness.
"Don't stop," she purred. "You're doing great," she encouraged as she held him tight against her and he gladly pushed himself into her and soon they became immersed in the pleasurable sensations of love making.
It didn't matter that Isaac was an inexperienced virgin. He was already better than Willie because she felt emotionally connected to him and Chantel realized that was what had been missing for her and finally she felt the natural emotion of love - physical, spiritual, emotional, and soulful. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to rock with each of his thrusts, kissing him repeatedly while moaning into his mouth.
Isaac's breathing became heavier and his movements faster and suddenly Chantel experienced an unbelievable and indescribable orgasm she had never felt with Willie as an electric sensation bolted through her that made her dizzy. She cried out Isaac's name as she felt a surge of pleasure rush through her, realizing it was Isaac's cum as he made a final thrust before collapsing on top of her, his throbbing penis still inside of her.
"Isaac….?" Chantel asked, rubbing her finger along his cheek, not sure if she was feeling perspiration or tears. "Are you okay?"
"That was wonderful," he managed to say, gazing into her face with a look of perfect serenity and peacefulness. "But what are we going to do now?"
"Well," Chantel said, thinking about it for a moment, still feeling him inside of her. "We could be like our parents." She paused for a dramatic effect. "Lie."
"You mean like have an affair?" He asked, wide eyed.
"Right in front of everybody," she giggled. "Everybody will think we are happy step-siblings when we're actually lovers."
He kissed her to let her know he was onboard.
"Happy Thanksgiving, my Stepping Stone," Chantel whispered.