Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2 - Sex Stories

Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2

... parents getting a divorce. It’s complicated, but the bottom line is my mom wants to take me back to Indiana. I don’t want to go, Cinda. I want to stay here…with you.” “Do you have to go? Isn’t there anything you can do? Oh Ty!” She broke down. Soon we were both crying. I held her for one of the last times as I saw my mother standing in the doorway. I knew she saw the look of desperation in my face. Hers showed sympathy, but I knew she wouldn’t relent. She was going home to her husband and I was along for the ride just as I had been when I came here with her. I was disgusted with her and my dad, too. I was just a pawn in their game. Well, I’d had just about enough. I was eighteen now. I needed to stay with them—I needed care for my wound—but I knew in that instant that it wouldn’t be for long. Cinda came every day, but we did no homework or studying. Mostly we kissed or held each other. I was out of bed on Friday for the reading of Grandpa’s will. I learned then that he was worth more than a hundred million. It was an old will, one that had been written long before I had come to Louisiana. I realized that when I learned that I had inherited ten million dollars. Mom inherited twenty, Grandma the rest. I had enough for Cinda and I to live on, but I was still injured. I had to do what my parents told me to do—for now, at least. When Cinda came over Friday afternoon we knew we were doomed. Mom had made flight reservations for early the following morning. We would leave tonight ...

... at five, driving the almost fifty miles to a New Orleans airport motel for an early night so we could get into the airport in plenty of time for our 7:00 a.m. flight. I took Cinda out to the back yard so we could speak privately. “I have to go now, Cinda, but I promise you I will come back. I have some money now and I have an idea, but it will take time. I’m going to buy a cell phone and mail it to you so we can talk every day. I love you and I always will. I want us to be together always.” “That’s what I want, too Ty, but I can’t see how you’ll make it happen.” “You need to trust me, Cinda. Remember that I’m a genius. I never did tell you what my IQ was, did I? Just take my word for it, okay? I already have the ‘what’ solved—I just have to work on the ‘how.’” I pulled Cinda to me for the last time—the last time for now, but definitely not the last time ever. We kissed and kissed. It was the sweetest most loving kiss of my life. We broke it with tears in our eyes. Holding hands we walked to the limo. We kissed again and I followed Mom into the rear seat. We were gone a second later. “You’ll forget her, Ty. You’re still young. You’ll meet plenty of other girls and you’ll probably fall in love with half of them.” She patted my knee as though that would make me feel better. “Mom, that just goes to show that you don’t know everything. Pardon my language, but there is no fucking way I’ll ever forget Cinda. As for me, I’m done being a pawn in your games. I may have to live with you ...