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

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

... much I like you. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t.” “You obviously haven’t spoken to my grandpa. I really think he hates me, but that’s okay—I’m not too keen about him, either.” “It’s hard to believe you’re related. You’re nothing like him.” “Thank you.” I leaned down and our lips touched again. I felt the shock again and I knew that she did, too. She was breathing heavily when we broke it. “I’d better get going. I know my mom will be worried.” She gave me a peck on the cheek and I began the mile-plus trek down the road. I walked into the house twenty minutes later, kissed my mom and excused myself to begin my homework. The door was open when Mom came back a few minutes later. “How was it?” “Great, Mom; I saw almost all of my friends from the park and Cinda is in three of my classes. I got off the bus at her stop. I hope you don’t mind.” “No, Ty I was young once, too.” “You’re still young, Mom and you’re still beautiful, too.” “Flatterer! I assume that Cinda is the girl who kissed you yesterday.” “Yes, Mom; I kissed her again today. I felt a shock—like electricity—and I know she felt it, too.” Mom smiled and hugged me. “I’m glad, Ty. She seems to be a very nice girl, and pretty, too. Just don’t do anything you’ll be sorry for.” I knew what she meant—don’t get her pregnant. “I won’t, Mom. I’d never do anything to hurt Cinda or to embarrass you.” Mom turned away and I dug into my homework. I was almost done by the time Mom called me for dinner. I finished about an hour later, ...

... after helping Mom and Grandma clean up, showered, and went straight to bed. I caught the school bus the next morning, sitting alone until Monroe and Cinda boarded. I was happy when she sat next to me, taking my hand in hers. We chatted quietly until the bus stopped in front of the school building. I walked in, going straight to the gym with Monroe who introduced me to the basketball coach. “What’s your name, young man?” “Feldner…Ty Feldner.” He sat back and was obviously thinking. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” “Yes, sir…I moved over the summer with my mom from Indiana.” “What is the greatest honor a man can receive, Ty?” I was confused and it showed on my face. “The greatest honor is when your best friend names his son after you.” I looked down again at the name plate on his desk—Beamon…Beamon. Then it hit me: “You played with my dad at Indiana! You’re Ty Beamon!” “That’s right and you’re Todd Feldner’s son. My God…I never thought I’d meet you. Your dad was the best I ever played with. He was All Big Ten and would have made All American if he didn’t hurt his knee. Now…I want to hear all about your playing experience. Start at the beginning.” I did—how I began in fourth grade, how I went to basketball camps every summer, all about my AAU experiences--everything right up to playing on my high school varsity last year as a freshman. “Right-handed?” “Yes, but I’m ambidextrous. Everything I do righty I can also do lefty, including writing. I can dribble, pass, and even shoot with ...