Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - Part 1

... smiled then she kissed me. We kissed often and I still found her body as enticing as ever—probably even more. I was looking forward to feeling her soft smooth skin against mine. I had a secret—one neither my mom nor her parents knew about. Dad had taken me to play ball beginning in fourth grade and some of the places we went to were dangerous. He wanted to know that I could defend myself so he took me for karate lessons once a week. My mom was against any kind of fighting so we kept the lessons a secret. Dad told her we were going to play ball, but instead we went to a dojo in the next town. My sensei—instructor—had done a great job with me and had given me a gift when I left for Louisiana—a set of throwing stars. In the dark they’d be just as effective as a gun, maybe more so. I had packed a backpack for the weekend over the strenuous objections of my grandfather. He called me every name in the book and what he said about Cinda was even worse. I was disappointed that my mother sat by silently during his tirades even though I could see that she disagreed. I had retreated to my room to study and was deep into my Spanish studies when she knocked. “I put a little something into the pocket of your backpack, Ty. Be sure to use them.” She kissed my cheek and left. I was surprised to see a dozen Durex condoms there. I guessed that Mom approved of Cinda even if Grandpa didn’t. I got off the bus with Cinda on Friday afternoon. She took my backpack, the one I always took to school, ...

... and walked home after kissing me goodbye. I hustled down the road to my grandparents’ house. I walked in, changed my clothes, kissed my mother and returned on my bike to Cinda’s, my spare backpack securely attached to my bike rack. I was there less than forty minutes later. I walked in; Cinda stood there in her bra and panties. They were pink and clung to her body like a second skin. I couldn’t take my eyes from her. Cinda’s breasts weren’t huge, but they looked so appealing with only the lower half concealed by the flimsy cloth. “Ready to touch my titties now, Ty? I knew you were a gentleman the first time I met you. Now I know it for sure. You’re the only guy around here who wouldn’t have grabbed them the first time you kissed me. Now I want you to touch and rub them.” She walked right up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed those alluring tits into my chest. “Think you can get my bra off?” I nodded nervously as I leaned down for our first kiss of the weekend, but definitely not the last. My fingers found the clasp of her bra and, after a few feeble attempts, separated it from her body. She broke the kiss and stepped back to allow the garment to slip from her chest. I looked down, amazed by her beauty. Cinda was curvy where she was supposed to be curvy and flat where being sexy demanded it. She was even more incredible than I had ever dreamed. My hands moved to cup her breasts; my thumbs finding her sensitive nipples. I could see them harden and swell in response ...