Sweet Cindy - Sex Stories

Sweet Cindy

... come to his house after she had dinner with her parents, saying she was going for study or some other activity. Cindy's parents were involved but she was entering High School, albeit the same building, and they wanted to give her some more authority. Her grades remained outstanding, she was still doing well with cheerleading and volleyball and student government. The sky was the limit and with Frank's tongue pleasuring her and she pleasuring him, Cindy didn't waste time thinking about and gossiping about boys. Every time she would hear someone talk about their boyfriend Cindy would roll her eyes. The other girls thought she was a square, but Cindy was actually feeling pity for them. They were letting boys touch them. She was in a relationship with a man, her man. She knew she owned him and she loved it, boosting her ego and her energy. It also had unleashed her femininity, which was becoming more prominent every day. She didn't flaunt it unless she was with Frank, she liked to make him look at her that way, where he didn't look like a man trying to keep his cool, but a man in the heat of passion. That was the feeling she would relive at night in her bed, masturbating, which was nearly every day now. Cindy started to do her own laundry, mostly because of fear of stains on her clothes or worse, smells that were unmistakable. Cindy had it all planned, she would get into Harvard or Yale, and Frank would move to a new church. They would elope quietly when they got there, and ...

... that night she would guide Frank inside her to consummate the marriage, ending their Guardian Angel and Little Lamb roles and enter man and wife roles. She and Frank would make love constantly to get her pregnant, then she would tell her parents they had started dating and had to get married and they wouldn't be able to stop it. To avoid shame they would let it go. Cindy would have her education, her man, her family, her child and have stayed completely true to God. Yes she was engaging in sexual acts, but God had given Frank to her, and its not like they were having coitus, she was very firm that she would not pass that line until it was proper or all of this was a sham. Cindy even had it planned, how the apartment would look, the rose petals and fine champagne, the crimson sheets and comforter, candles, red ones in the corners. She would trim herself the night before, wear an incredibly sexy corrset, pink and firm but flexible, long pink stockings, with pink high heels. She would make sure to have a deep tan, and she would do her hair in a combination of long curls gathered behind the head with groups of thick shimmering dark hair, over her shoulders straight, with a slight curl at the end, right where her breast began. The large tear drop breasts had grown in more over the summer and reached their true size, a wonderful 34D and still incredibly buoyant, reaching perkiness that defied belief. She had paid very close attention to what turned Frank on, she began to wear certain ...