Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E16

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E16

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

Introduction:

Ty and Cinda continue their lives, but not without a bump in the road.

The school gym was open Saturday and Sunday afternoons for anyone who wanted to play some ball. I rarely went-1 played plenty at practice during the week--but Kenny and all but begged me. I took Cinda so she wouldn't be home alone even though Fred would look after her. We'd been in school together about two weeks and Cinda was still making new friends.

Cinda was seated in the bleachers when I walked into the locker room to change. I was on the gym floor with Kenny and a group of other guys, shooting and warming up, when I heard a voice behind me. "Hey, man-catch the spade."

I dropped the ball and turned around in a second, seething as I saw Stewart, a June graduate who had more mouth than sense about fifteen feet away. I had taken three steps in his direction when Kenny ran between us and wrapped his arms around my body. "Don't, Ty he's not worth it." Then turning toward Stewart he said, "Listen, Stewart...we know you're an asshole; you don't have to prove it by opening your mouth. Not only is the woman you insulted about a hundred times better than you, she is also Ty's wife."

Stewart was justifiably terrified. I would never have mentioned a word about my run-in with the four muggers, but Kenny blabbed about it as soon as we stepped onto the school bus that Monday morning. By the end of school everyone believed that I had single- handedly taken down sixteen terrorists with machine guns. It was weeks before I was able to set the record straight. Stewart approached tentatively, Kenny still between us. "Uh...I'm sorry, Ty."

"You didn't insult me. You insulted my wife. Apologize to her." Stewart was shocked, but shuffled over to where Cinda and Mandy were sitting. Cinda looked to me when Stewart said he was sorry. I signaled her to just go with it. I'd explain later. Kenny and I returned to our warm-up. We were just choosing sides when I saw Mandy wave to three other girls. They came and joined her and Cinda and soon they were chatting up a storm. Stewart left the gym and never returned. He wouldn't be missed.

We had a good game, but by four we'd had enough. We showered and joined our women, taking them out for fast food and ice cream sundaes. We talked about our new rental house and everything we'd need to do over the next few weeks. Mandy was the first to volunteer her help. We returned home around nine. "What was that guy apologizing for, Ty?"

"For referring to you as a spade, I was ready to take him apart."

Cinda sat there silently until we were back in the house. "Ty, I want you to promise me not to get upset at everything people say about me. You can't stop prejudice any more than you can stop idiocy. I don't want you getting into trouble. I think our new neighbors will have concerns enough about two eighteen-year-olds living next to them without getting a bad reputation for fighting."

"I'm sorry. I heard that idiot and I just reacted."

"I understand. I'm also glad you didn't hear the conversation Mandy and I had with the others."

"Why? It looked like you were having a good time."

"I was, but you'd have swelled head listening to them describe you as the 'school hunk. They told me they were jealous. I believed every word."

I had to laugh. "You are kidding, aren't you? I'm hardly a "hunk" Kenny in more a hunk than I am"

"Regardless, you seen to be the heart-throb of the entire female populace

"You do recall my telling you that I'd never even been on a single date before you."

"Of course, that just makes them even more jealous. Now, I suggest we clean up. You know how much I like to do that before we make ourselves dirty again." I did-Cinda enjoyed getting dirty every bit as much as I did. We showered quickly even though I'd just had one a few hours ago. I couldn't get enough of Cinda's silken skin. We were dry and into bed, naked as usual, as quickly as humanly possible.

We rolled across the bed in our love for each other, hugging and kissing and touching. My hands covered her butt, my finger tracing up and down her crack as Cinda rubbed herself into my thigh. Finally, Cinda had me on my back as she rose above me. "Okay, Hunk-ready to do your husbandly duty?"

"Always," I responded with a smile. Cinda moved forward making her nipple available to my mouth. I'm no fool; reached up to suckle, to work that hard wrinkled tissue between my teeth. Cinda worked her way up my cock and when she moved back down my cock disappeared into her vault. I could hear her groan as I stretched her almost to the limit. Cinda had told me several times how much she enjoyed this part of our love making.

I reluctantly released her nipple as we began to move together. We knew each other well by now, the result of coupling several times a day whenever possible. My hands roamed from her shoulders to her butt as I thrust upwards to lift Cinda, her body skewered onto my cock. Her eyes betrayed her desire, her yearning to be one with me. On and on we went until the inevitable-Cinda shook wildly, completely losing control of her body to her orgasm. She was almost down to my chest when I erupted within her, semen pouring from her cunt. "God, woman-the things you do to me! I hope you want to sleep now; I don't think I could do anything else." Cinda snuggled into my body and acted as my blanket once again.

Our first five games were merely tune-ups for the coming league competition. We blew out the opponents by an average of twenty- three points. I led the team as expected in scoring, assists, and even rebounds as I played both inside and out. Inside I was much quicker than everyone who guarded me and outside I was bigger and able to jump higher. Being ambidextrous was a huge advantage, especially once I had developed a jump hook. I averaged 31.6 points, 10.4 rebounds, and 12.4 assists over those games. We were ready for the St. Ann's Holiday Tournament just after Christmas day.

Growing up poor Cinda received but a single present from Momma and another from Monroe and she reciprocated in kind. Cinda had phoned her family as soon as we checked into the Maple Tree Inn and I had encouraged her to call several times a week since. We shopped for Momma and Monroe after church on the second Sunday in December. We also shopped for each other and for Fred -yes, even our dog would celebrate.

We had a wonderful time buying and decorating our tree even

though Fred knocked it over twice and his wagging tail sent

several ornaments flying into the next room. I couldn't even scold

him-how could I tell him not to wag his tail? We opened our gifts early Christmas morning, phoned Momma and Monroe, then drove to see my parents after lunch. We were home early so I could prepare for our 1:00 p.m. game in the tournament the following day.

We knew this was just another tune-up. The real battle would occur the next evening when we challenged St. Ann's for the championship. Our rivalry was at a fever pitch after beating them twice in their own tournament the past two years. As expected, the first game was a joke. I played the first half while we built a 48-17 lead then rested on the bench while our subs played them even the rest of the way. Dad dropped Cinda back at the high school where she met me once our bus had arrived. We went to the farm for dinner, just as we had on Christmas day.

St. Ann's gym was packed the following night for the championship game. Kenny did a fantastic job neutralizing their big man, outscoring him twelve to six and beating him on the boards, too. They had no idea how to stop me. I scored 25 in the first half while getting two of their starters into foul trouble.

We were almost a minute into the third quarter when I passed to our other guard before posting up on the foul line while Kenny posted low. I had just received a return pass and pivoted to the right, holding the ball high. The next thing I knew I was on the floor, blood pouring from my nose as I saw stars. Our team doctor wanted me out of the game. "Fuck that," I told him. "Stuff my nose with cotton and tape it up so I don't hurt it and send me back in. Just do it, okay?" He looked at our coach who shrugged his shoulders. "Coach, there is no way I'm coming out of this game. Fix me up so I can go back in."

I managed to get to the foul line in time to take the shots. Cleaning the floor of my blood had taken almost fifteen minutes. That's when I learned that a flagrant foul had been called-two shots and we'd have the ball again. I made both then took the pass in bounds about thirty feet from the basket. Two dribbles later I sank a long three-pointer.

I did my best to avoid contact and-to be honest-the defenders seemed to play me loosely. I scored another 14 points and fed for another 10 as we built a twenty point lead by the midpoint of the fourth quarter. I willingly volunteered to sit on the bench then. The doctor sent me right into the locker room where he examined me again once I had come from the shower. "You need to go to the hospital, Ty. I'm sure your cheek bone and your nose are broken.

An ambulance will be here in a few minutes. I've already notified your family"