Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E31

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E31

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 31

Unknown to me Coach Beamon and one of the other assistants walked en route to a small filming room high above the court "Which one is the good ball?"

"The fourth on top, why?"

"He'll never find it. Twenty says he just takes the first one he picks up."

Ty Beamon grinned. "That's a bet." They shook on it just as they entered the room. "Leave the lights off, okay? I don't want him to know we're here just yet."

"Who's the girl?"

"That's his wife-Lucinda Oates Feldner. She attended the high school where I coached along with her brother, Monroe. He's here on a football scholarship. He played for me three year starter, but he's not even close to being in Ty's class." They watched silently as I checked out the balls.

I dropped the first one from chest height; it bounced almost as high. I replaced it in the rack. The second was better, but bounced off a bit to the side. It was out of balance. I checked every ball in the rack and I was surprised that only one was any good. I picked up the fourth one I had checked and began to warm up dribbling with alternating hands as I jogged around the gym. Ty Beamon held out his hand. "Pay me!" He laughed as a crisp twenty found its way into his fingers.

I had just finished my first lap and began to jog faster, dribbling behind my back as I ran. This was a real test of my ambidextrous abilities. My third lap I went between my legs and the fourth I alternated behind my back with between my legs. I was sprinting before I was half-way done. "That was incredible, Ty!" Cinda hugged me tightly. "How'd you ever learn to do that?"

"By starting really slowly and then increasing speed; trust me-l messed up plenty before I finally figured it out. Okay...ready to feed

me?" Cinda moved under the basket. I pointed my arm and she passed the ball to me in that direction. I ran to it just beyond the three-point line, caught it in my right hand, pivoted back to the left with a quick dribble then behind my back to the right before jumping high for a shot right-handed. Cinda retrieved it once it had passed through the net and bounced below; she passed it again, this time to my left. I made the same move in reverse, shooting the jumper with my left. All around the arc Cinda passed the ball and I shot. I had covered the entire arc twice when Coach Beamon and another man walked in.

"Well, Ty-we were wondering when you were planning on missing. This is Coach Ben Trimble. He works mostly with our centers."

I walked over to shake his hand. "I try not to practice missing." I said with a chuckle. "Missing doesn't require much practice, besides there's nobody guarding me." turned away to move to the foul line. Twenty minutes later I'd hit fifty in a row. "That's my objective-fifty straight. What's with these balls, anyway? They're all garbage except this one."

The coaches laughed. "Just a little test we try to throw at new players. You won't see these again."

"Yeah," Coach Beamon chimed in, "Ben can't afford it. I bet him twenty that you'd find the good one. Thanks....that was the easiest money I ever made." A second later we were all laughing. I continued even as Cinda began to wipe me down with a towel. I excused myself for a quick shower. They were sitting on some folding chairs when I returned.

"I'm glad we have this chance to chat, Ty. You need to see one of the counselors about all the AP courses you both took. That info has to be put into the computers before you register." We promised to do that next week. We stopped off at the Bayou Bistreaux in the Student Union for lunch, returning home just before one.

I phoned Admissions and scheduled an appointment for the following Monday around eleven which would give me enough time for a decent workout on the court. I planned to repeat everything I'd done today plus some rebounding exercises | learned from my AAU coach. Plenty of players could make that first big jump, but not many could repeat time after time. Having several hours of free time Cinda and I went shopping; we needed food badly. Two hours later the truck was loaded with bags, cases of soda and water, and fifty pounds of Purina dog food. We took more than an hour unloading and putting it away. We were both

too tired to go out for dinner so we grilled a few burgers, gave the scraps to Fred and retired to the bedroom to shower and turn in.

I wasn't surprised when Cinda rubbed her body against mine. We had made love every single night-and quite a few mornings, too- since I had returned to make her mine last November. It was our special time-the time that we spent to express our love for each other. I loved the sensation of Cinda's skin against mine, the texture and the feeling of her strength beneath.

Tonight she sucked on my neck, reminding me of our ordeal at the St. Ann's Holiday Tournament junior year. I was able to stop her that night, but now she seemed even more determined. "Please, Cinda...everyone will see when I go to work out."

"Hmmm..I know. Let's just say I'm marking my territory. I've seen some of those girls checking you out in the student union."

I held up my finger. "You've already marked me. That's why I wear this ring. Everyone knows very clearly that I'm taken. I don't need a hickey for that." reached up to kiss her while she was still distracted.

"That was cheating, but...okay-no hickeys, besides I trust you even if I don't trust those women." She kissed me then rubbed herself on my thigh. "Did I ever tell you how much I enjoy the muscles in your thighs?"

"I can think of a few muscles of yours I enjoy, too." I laughed and a few seconds later Cinda joined me. Then suddenly we both stopped. "How did I ever find you? You are nothing less than amazing.

"If I recall correctly...."

I laughed again. "You're right-you did find me and you've saved me many times since then. You make me feel that I'm the luckiest man on the planet-no, make that the universe." I pulled her to me and flipped her over, moving between her thighs as did. A moment later I was pushing into her core-the center of her femininity as she gripped me tightly, barely stretching around my swollen organ. If Cinda's thighs were smooth as silk then her pussy was pure velvet and when she flexed those Kegel muscles- oh, my God! The feeling was heavenly. She flexed then tonight as we moved as one. Every time my swollen organ disappeared into her body she squeezed me for all she was worth.

"Oh...Cin..." I gasped. Then, maybe three seconds later, I blew,

coating her pussy with my juice. If I was tired before I was exhausted after. I fell asleep with Cinda still in position and my arms wrapped around her less than a minute later.

Friday was busy. I mowed the lawn and took Fred for a walk while Cinda cleaned up the house in preparation for Monroe's visit with Juanita later that afternoon. I stopped several times so neighborhood kids could pet and play with Fred. He was becoming quite the neighborhood sensation. We received a phone call from the delivery men around one telling us they'd be here in an hour. Surprisingly, they were early and were done less than thirty minutes later. I tipped them and we set about getting the bedroom ready.

They cane, as they did last time around five. Monroe looked around. "I'm glad to see you got some new furniture....not that those plastic chairs were bad."

I laughed then told him, "That's good; I'm glad you like them because Cinda's bringing them over to your place tomorrow morning Cinda and Juanita broke out laughing.

Had Monroe been white like me he would have been red as can be. We left for dinner and I told him we were thinking of getting a new car for Cinda.

I thought we'd go after my workout and the appointment with Admissions.

To Be Continued....