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


    Date: 10/31/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92.1, Source: sexstories.com

    around the school. All in all I enjoyed my first experiences and was pleased to learn that I hadn’t missed much the first day. I had just paid for my lunch and was looking around the sea of mostly black faces for a seat when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned just as I had my first day at the park to see Cinda smiling behind me. She held my arm as she led me to a table. “Forget it, girls—I saw him first.” I laughed, but I could see she was serious. I sat at the table and Cinda asked to see my schedule. “Damn, Ty you must be a genius.” “No…I just work hard.” Cinda laughed. “I know that’s not true. We’re in the same English and History classes this afternoon and Geometry first period. I know that no amount of work is enough unless you’re smart, too. What was your average last year? Where were you in your class?” “Um…do I have to answer?” Cinda laughed again as did her friends. “98.4--first…satisfied now?” “Like I said—you’re a genius and an athlete, too.” I ignored her comments and dug into my tacos. They weren’t half bad for school food. We finished eating, cleaned up our table, and Cinda led me outside to the back of the school building. I knew that there was but a single high school in this county, what they called a “parish” here in Louisiana. There were almost 1,700 students here, many more than in my high school back in Indiana. Cinda and I talked with her friends. I was relaxed and at ease, especially when some of my friends from basketball stopped by to say hello. ...
    Marquis told me more about the informal practices, but said I’d have to get the coach’s okay first. I resolved to see him before school tomorrow morning. Cinda and I walked together to English class. I showed the teacher, Ms. Ross, my schedule and was told to find a seat. I chuckled when I saw one next to Cinda. I’d sit next to her, but there’d be no fooling around. I’d promised Mom I’d do my best and I always kept my promises. World History was next period and, once again I found myself next to Cinda. I couldn’t understand why such a beautiful sexy girl wasn’t surrounded by boys. I debated whether or not to ask her about it, but not now—Mr. Harris had begun his lesson. Mid-paragraph he delivered a textbook to my desk. It was heavy, but that was the price of taking AP classes. I’d been in the gifted program in elementary school, but begged my parents to let me out after less than a month. “The kids in this program are freaks, Dad,” was what I had told him. At first he didn’t believe me, but after attending several classes both he and Mom agreed that many of the kids either lacked basic social skills or were just snobs. Worse than the kids were many of the parents who thought they were God’s gift to the community. They took me out shortly after their first encounter with the so-called Gifted Parents Association who wanted all the school’s money spent on their kids and nothing on the rest. I never looked back. Once I was in middle school I was enrolled in enriched courses—the same ...
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