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

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

... her side. Cinda’s hair hung in sweaty ribbons as I caressed her face and body. It was some ten minutes later that she roused, her eyes still glassy. I waited a few minutes until I could see she was lucid. “C’mon, we both need a shower and we have to clean up this bed.” I pulled her up and led her into the shower. Fifteen minutes later we were dry and dressed. Cinda changed her bed while I cleaned the tub and scrubbed the floor. We finished by emptying the kitchen trash. Even a cursory examination would reveal all the condoms we’d used, but we were both sure Momma and Monroe had known exactly what we’d do when I was given permission to stay over. I phoned my mom to tell her when I’d be home. Cinda and I were seated on the couch when her mom and Monroe walked in. Monroe was excited to tell us about his college visits. He was a three sport star—football, basketball, and track—and was hoping for a scholarship. He was a solid B+ student, which I thought would help, too. We listened for twenty minutes when Cinda interrupted. “Momma, we had a break-in last night. Ty told me the man had a gun. He injured him with his stars.” I could see Momma’s confusion so I explained. I pulled the four remaining stars from my backpack and showed her the bloody star I had sealed in the plastic bag. I left that one with Cinda as I excused myself, unlocking my bike and loading the backpack onto the carrier. I had my school pack on my back as I wheeled the bike out to the lane. “Thanks for ...

... everything, Cinda. I think you know I had a wonderful time and I wasn’t kidding—I do love you.” She threw her arms around my neck and held me tightly. A kiss later I was on the road, just minutes away from the home I’d grown to hate. CHAPTER 5 I expected to catch a lot of shit from my Grandpa who had forbidden me to see and stay with Cinda probably five hundred times at least, but I was surprised. He was cordial and friendly. I couldn’t believe it. We talked at dinner about my weekend and how much we had studied, even about attending Cinda’s church although I scrupulously avoided my sexual encounters with her. I left once we had cleaned up and retired to the back yard to run through my exercises for basketball. The start of practice was only three weeks away. Cinda and I did very well on the Math test Monday morning. She had a 94, her highest grade to date and I had a 99, my worst. Ha ha! Cinda greeted me in the hall after class with a hug as she whispered that she missed me. I agreed as we hustled to our next class. We met again at lunch and on the bus after school. We studied as we had over the prior weeks, but I made a change, carrying a pair of basketball shorts and running shoes with me. I changed in her bathroom and ran home, arriving there a sweaty mess. I’d always found running the best way to get into shape. It was Thursday at dinner when my Grandpa invited me to join him on one of his shrimp boats Saturday morning. “Sorry, Grandpa I have a date for the football game.” He ...