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

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

... complete with the school emblem and tie the following Monday—the third week in August, for crying out loud--when Mom drove me to school. I kissed her good-bye and walked dutifully into the school building. I was supposed to report to the office, but I kept walking…right out the back door. I continued to the lane behind the school where I turned right and walked slowly to the park. I sat there glumly on the bench until three in the afternoon when I walked down the road toward my grandparents’ home. I stopped along the way to watch the school bus stop up ahead. Monroe and Cinda exited as I walked up. Monroe saw me and pointed to me before moving on to his home; Cinda waited. She extended her hand and I was surprised when I took it. “Why aren’t you in school, Ty?” “I didn’t go. I hate the idea of that private school. I hate what my grandfather is.” “I know, Ty. You’re just about the best person I know. I doubt you have a prejudiced bone in your body. Why don’t you come up the lane with me? I’ll bet my momma has some cold milk and cookies we can share. C’mon.” She held my hand as we walked up the road. Cinda was right; I was welcomed into their house. It was nothing compared to where I was living. It was old and rundown, but it was more welcoming by far. I could tell how much Cinda’s momma loved her children. Between bites I looked at Cinda’s textbooks. They were the same I had seen some of the tenth graders use last year in Indiana. Reluctantly, I left around five, Cinda ...

... walking me to the corner. “Bye, Ty—I hope you don’t get into too much trouble.” She reached up and kissed my cheek. I was shocked. I looked down and my head moved forward. Our lips touched. I felt the surge of electricity between us. Cinda noticed it, too. She smiled and turned away. Her gaze returned to me a few steps later. She blew me a kiss and returned home. Well…the shit really hit the fan when I got back to my grandparents’ home. “Where were you, Ty? The school called and told us you weren’t there.” Mom was yelling, something she had only done with my father, and grandpa was glaring at me. “I told you that I don’t want to go to that school. Look at me; I’m dressed for church, not school. I want to go to public school.” “No grandson of mine is going to school with those niggers.” I shook my head. “No wonder you have a reputation as the parish’s biggest racist, Grandpa. Fine, I’ll leave and find someplace else to live.” “You don’t mean that, Ty.” Mom was practically in tears. “Why, Mom don’t I have any say in this? Isn’t it bad enough that you and Dad couldn’t make a go of it? Isn’t it bad enough that I lost all my friends and my AAU and school teams? Now you want me to go to a school that doesn’t even have any. I bet all those kids are just snobs.” I’d had enough; I walked away, slamming the door to my room. My mom knocked about five minutes later. “Can I come in, Ty?” I opened the door and sat on the bed, my head down to hide the tears in my eyes. “Ty, you know that your ...