1. Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 3


    Date: 11/2/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    and I enjoyed our meal and more importantly Grandma seemed to enjoy our presence. We cleaned up the mess and I returned to the bedroom for my wallet and keys. I kissed Grandma good bye and began to walk to the door. I was just about to turn away when I saw Cinda approach Grandma. I was pleased when they hugged and Cinda kissed Grandma’s cheek. What a difference here without my asshole grandfather around. I drove us to our first stop of the day—the county courthouse. We entered the license bureau armed with my Indiana driver’s license and Cinda’s school photo ID and birth certificate. The clerk checked our ages carefully. The minimum age to marry without parental consent in Louisiana was sixteen and we were seventeen. We completed the form and I paid the fee. We were done in a half hour and on our way to Robbins’ Men’s Wear. I had learned early on last year that many of the churches, especially the small black churches, were too small to support a full-time minister. Cinda’s pastor owned a men’s wear store in Morgan City. He greeted us in the store, shooing one of the clerks off to an actual customer. “My, my…I don’t believe my eyes. Is it really you, Ty?” I smiled as I shook Pastor Robbins’ meaty hand. “I guess I don’t have to ask why you returned, Ty. Good news travels fast; I must have received five phone calls yesterday from the boys at the park. Congratulations…you’re a very lucky young man to have the love of someone like Cinda.” “Thank you, sir. We’d like to know when ...
    you can marry us. I have our license right here.” I held it out for him to see. “I need to make a copy, Ty. Let me check my calendar.” He retreated to the back of the store, returning a minute later with a worn leather book and my original of the license. “Hmmm…not this week,” he continued after flipping through several pages. “Yes…I can do it right before Sunday services on the twenty-fifth. That’ll be a week from Sunday.” I looked at Cinda. She grinned and nodded. “That will be great, Pastor. We’ll see you Sunday.” He shook my hand and I led Cinda out. We went straight to the Inglewood Mall. I had a suit that would probably need a good cleaning and pressing since being packed into the back of my truck, but I wanted to buy Cinda a new dress for the occasion. She absolutely forbade me buying her any kind of wedding gown claiming it would be a colossal waste of money. I found it much more difficult to ignore her than my grandfather. We agreed on a nice off-white dress and a pair of medium heels. Cinda had never worn heels before; watching her walk in them would have been funny if I wasn’t hopelessly in love with her. We made one more stop before leaving—a jewelry store where we selected matching wedding bands. We saw several we liked, but Cinda fell in love with a set with two intertwined ropes of 18-karat gold. They had two in our sizes so I paid for them with my debit card and we walked out, huge smiles on our faces. I checked the yellow pages on my phone and once we were out ...
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