1. Court Record Chapter Eight


    Date: 9/7/2015, Categories: True Story, Male / Female Teens, Written by women, Young, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    handsome Jewish guy carrying a violin case came through the assembled group of greeters. There was no question it was Kenny Goldstein. The group went quiet and opened like the red sea as Kenny approached Sarah. Sarah’s face was a study. She was communicating so much as she looked first at the group moving away from her, and then her faced drained as Kenny approached. They did the hug which seems so popular with young people today. She smiled, he smiled. Nothing seemed to be said, until Kenny stepped toward her, wrapped her in an embrace and kissed her full on the mouth. Immediately, she turned and pulled away. Kenny stepped back and a short conversation ensued which Clem could not hear, but it was clear, it entailed some pretty strong comment obvious to everyone closer. Sarah turned until her eyes found Clem standing alone about twelve feet away by the exit. She moved directly toward him through the crowd without a goodbye or even a sideways glance to anyone. Once beside him she took his hand, turned back to look at the group of stunned students, and promptly led him out the door and down the path. They walked in silence back through the buildings, past the lake and on to Brighton Inn. Not a word was spoken. Sarah was still leading the way as they went straight through the lobby down the hall and directly to their room. Once in the room, Clem walked over and sat down at the window. Sarah bolted the door and came most of the way across the room toward him, Scotty, I am so ...
    sorry. You will never know how shitty I feel right now. I have hurt you so badly. You don’t need to say a word. I know you. I know how sensitive you are, and I know how much that hurt.” “I knew Kenny would be here, I knew he had the solo part today; I should have said something, or better yet, I should never have suggested we come from the beginning.” Clem looked up at her to see her eyes were filled with tears. “I love you Scotty Warren and I will do anything to put this behind us.” She stopped sniffling and stood very still looking at him. Clem sat at the window in complete confusion. He could think of nothing good to say. He had to admit jealousy raged through him, while forgiveness and understanding dominated the agape side of his emotions. What did he expect of a woman her age up here with these talented students? Loving her as he did, he had to find a way to understand and accept, in fact to celebrate any joy that had come into her lonely life at the Wanewright estate. She looked at him for some time, not knowing his thinking, not knowing what to do, what else to say. Then, step by step she came toward him with her hand out. “Scotty, I am yours. I will tell you anything you want to know about Kenny Goldstein and my time at Evenrude last year.” She moved closer, took his hand and brought it up to her breast. “ Scotty, the truth is, I loved being here at Evenrude. From the very first year when I was very young I love it. I love everything about it; the music, the classes, the ...
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