1. Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 5


    Date: 9/6/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 85.5, Source: sexstories.com

    the PSAT and had done very well, a combined score of 226 for me and 200 for Cinda out of a possible 240. Having more than a month of the summer free we had decided to study for the SAT which was scheduled in November. We found it amazing that almost everyone in school was jealous of our grades, but barely anyone gave any thought to all the hours we worked to earn those successes. We agreed to study a minimum of three hours every morning leaving the afternoon and evening for social engagements, mostly with Kenny and Mandy. CHAPTER 16 I had asked Mom and Dad to accompany us to Louisiana for my visit to LSU. Mom especially was thrilled—she’d get to see Grandma once we had visited the campus. We walked out of the plane to see Monroe waiting just outside the security area. Cinda introduced him to Dad and Mom and while we were talking we heard another voice, “Hi, Todd.” Dad turned toward the voice. “Ty! I can’t believe it! What are you doing here?” “I guess Ty failed to mention…I’m an assistant at LSU now. It would be a real feather in my cap to bring Ty on board.” “Then I guess,” I replied, “you should show us the campus.” We stepped into a big van—big enough to handle all our bags in addition to the six of us. The driver took us directly to the Pete Maravich Assembly Center—the 13,000 seat arena where LSU plays its home games. I was really impressed to see “Welcome Ty” on the marquis. Coach Beamon took us on the tour, spending almost three hours trying to sell us on the ...
    university. “I’m sure you realize, Coach that Cinda will be attending with me.” “Yes, Ty--Monroe has told us. When he’s not bragging about you he’s bragging about her. I don’t know if we can get a full scholarship for her—that’s out of the Head Coach’s authority—but I assure you that we’ll do what we can. Can you work out for us?” “Of course, I have my stuff in my bag.” Back to the van I retrieved my practice uniform—shirt, shorts, jock, socks and sneakers. “You must have a trainer who can tape my ankles.” Most of my teammates ignored this practice, but then they didn’t have a 44-inch vertical leap either. Coming down from that high was stressful on my feet and ankles even though my feet were exceedingly strong. I had done it to myself as a freshman and sophomore, but Cinda wanted to learn and I was pretty sure she felt it was her contribution to my success. Now I sat on the training table while Coach Beamon told me what to expect. He wanted me to play one-on-one with a guard from their team and later, two-on-two. “No problem,” I told him. Ten minutes later I walked onto one of the two practice gyms. It was a regulation sized court with only minimal seating. Cinda, Monroe, and my parents sat and watched while I warmed up, shooting and dribbling with both hands. My opponent introduced himself and I knew immediately that he was the star of the team. I’d have to play my best to do well. I had to hand it to him—he was an excellent player, but I beat him twice—15-11 and 15-6—by utilizing ...
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