She was all over you,

behind you kissing your neck, reaching around and grabbing at your belt.

She stepped in front and you followed Isabel inside. She lifted the baggy shirt over her head and dropped it in the doorway. You could hear people behind you and assumed it was your friends. You didn't bother looking back.

They can figure it out for themselves.

You reached her bedroom, well your bedroom, behind Isabel. You had moved in with her and Rory a few months ago, but it wasn't entirely your place yet.

Isabel was slinking out of her pants, and all you were thinking about was how good her ass looked in that thong. You undid your belt and she yanked down your jeans with both hands. She went down with them, so she was kneeling in front of you.

You looked down to appreciate the view, but stepped back and tripped on the pants around your ankles. Luckily you were able to twist enough to sit down on the bed and save yourself from complete embarrassment.

Isabel rolled her eyes and climbed up the bed straddling your waist. Your hands immediately went to her tits. You pulled on hem through the thin fabric, before sliding it down. Her pussy was so wet you could feel it soaking through her thong and your boxer briefs.