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

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

... what’s the point? I’ll go to all my classes and just sit there. After I’ve flunked out you’ll have to put me in public school.” “Your grandfather thinks we should send you to military school.” “Gee, why not just send me back to Indiana? It would be a lot cheaper and then Grandpa would be happy. I wouldn’t be here to remind him what a bigot he is. Don’t you ever stand up to him, Mom?” “It’s complicated, Ty. He never wanted me to marry your father. Where would I go if he threw me out?” “You could go back home and try to work things out with Dad. We both know he didn’t want this.” “How could you know that, Ty?” “I’m not deaf, Mom. I could hear you arguing and I heard Dad plead with you. I heard a lot of your arguments and, truthfully, I couldn’t understand why you were pushing him.” Mom held her head down and I could see a tear in her eye. “I don’t know where to begin, Ty. You’re right—the separation was my fault, all my fault. I wanted more than your father could give me. Maybe I’m more like your grandfather than you think.” “I know better, Mom. You may be his daughter, but you’re nothing like him. I’ve seen you hug the parents of my black teammates plenty of times. Somehow I can’t see Grandpa ever doing that.” “What will happen if I let you go to the public school?” “I’ll go—I promise—and I’ll do my very best, just like I’ve always done.” “Very well—I’ll take you tomorrow and you can register. Happy now?” “Happier,” I said as I returned my mom’s hug. Later I could hear her ...

... in the living room telling my grandparents. They weren’t happy—Grandpa swore a blue streak, ranting and raving like a lunatic--but I didn’t care. CHAPTER 2 I was up early the following morning dressed as I would for school in Indiana with a short sleeved shirt and khakis. I ate a good breakfast, but turned down a sandwich for lunch. I’d rather buy lunch in the cafeteria than carry a sack like some elementary school kid. Mom and I were in the car and driving toward the park and school beyond when I saw Monroe and Cinda waiting for their bus. “They’re my friends, Mom. Can we give them a lift?” Mom agreed and we stopped next to them. “Hi, Cinda, Monroe—want a lift to school?” They did and I introduced them once they were safely in the car. They were glad I was coming to school with them. Monroe talked about informal basketball workouts, mostly to get into playing shape. Cinda was quiet, but I was sure Mom knew it was Cinda who had kissed me. We walked into school together. I thought Mom was surprised at how many kids knew and greeted me, some with handshakes some with hugs. Mom showed my birth certificate to the main office staff and my transcript to the guidance counselor. I had a schedule—all advanced placement classes and Chemistry instead of Biology which I’d taken last year--about forty minutes later and was off to my first class. I’d missed math, but doubted that would be a problem—math was my best subject. I had some help from other students in my classes finding my way ...