Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E23

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E23

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 23

"I don't know. I don't keep track of stuff like that."

"Well, I do," Cinda interjected. "Ty had 59, a new tournament record, and he had seventeen rebounds, too. He was playing against a seven-footer. It was the most incredible game I've ever seen and I saw all of Ty's last year. The team was 32-0-undefeated, thanks to Ty."

"I was only one member of the tearn. I know you understand that, Monroe, even if your sister doesn't." Cinda stuck her tongue out at me and we all had a good laugh. "I thought you had a great game against Auburn. Cinda and I were glued to the TV the entire game. She refused to get up even to pee. I thought she was going to ruin our couch."

Even Cinda laughed at that although she did say, "I went at half- time, so there." We all laughed again then we made arrangements for dinner. Momma told us it was lonely being here in the house by herself, but that Grandma had spent a lot of time with her comparing notes. "You should get a dog. Momma, like Fred." Then we all listened while Cinda told at least two dozen stories about Fred including her episode with the plumber and how he had lunged at Mitch and how he had saved Holly from the copperhead. Finally, she told about Fred taking attendance every night, his cold nose on our cheeks. "The only down side is thunder. Fred gets terrified. Sometimes he's actually shaking. I sit on the floor then and his head is in my lap. I never thought I could love a dog. Then I met Fred." Cinda looked at me with the same loving expression I'd seen every day over the past year.

We piled into the truck around 5:30 and drove to pick up Grandma then it was up to Morgan City for dinner. As usual, we had an outstanding time, well worth the expense even though we were exhausted by the time I drove into Grandma's driveway at 11:30.

The first thing that Grandma had asked Cinda at dinner was about her new school. She and Momma were thrilled by Cinda's grades- and mine, too. Then Momma asked if she had made any friends.

"Yes, Momma have five very good friends. My best friend goes

steady with Ty's best friend, Kenny. We do a lot of things together."

"Are these girls white? Do you have any black friends?"

"Yes, and no-it's interesting that my skin color has never been an

issue with the white girls, but it is with the black girls just as it was here. I know a number of black students, but many of them are snobs, because their parents are professors or doctors. Mandy's father is a very wealthy investment banker, but you'd never know it by her. I met her and Kenny the very first day I was there and they welcomed me like I was family. Of course, being married to the school heartthrob has made things easy for me." Cinda grinned as I scowled. Monroe just laughed.

Most of the conversation throughout dinner was either about our experiences or about Monroe's at LSU. I was surprised to learn how much time Grandma and Momma had spent together, but the more I thought about it the more I realized it was to be expected. They had so much in common.

We had kissed Grandma and retired to our room where we showered, together as always, and I waited for Cinda to finish with her hair. In a year of firsts for Cinda one of the highlights occurred when Mandy took Cinda for her first beauty salon appointment. Momma had always cut Cinda's hair herself to save money. Cinda told me afterwards that is was the second most amazing thing she'd experienced, second only to making love with me. "It was wonderful having my hair washed and dried and then styled. I had a manicure and pedicure after that. Mandy was with me the whole time and all we did was laugh. Don't you think I look great?" That was a no-brainer-I always thought she looked fantastic.

Cinda was just about to get into bed with me when I asked her if she was going to open her suitcase. "No, I'm already dressed for bed," she commented as she pointed to her gorgeous naked body.

"Well, maybe you'll need something in the middle of the night."

"I'm sure I will, but what I'll want is in the bed, not in my suitcase." gave her the same look she had given me so many times when I was exasperating. "Okay, I'll open it just to satisfy you." She did a double take first at me and then back into the pile of clothing. Sitting there on top of her neatly folded clothes was a square box wrapped in gold foil with a white satin bow. "I hate to tell you this, but the bow is squished flat."

"Even you'd be flat if you were squeezed in there. Why don't you open it? Happy anniversary; I met you exactly one year ago, probably the luckiest day of my life; I love you!"

A tear came to her eye as she exclaimed, "Oh, Ty-I didn't buy you anything. I didn't even realize until Grandma said something earlier."

"That's quite alright. I got my best present ever a year ago today.

You're a gift that keeps on giving."

"But, Ty when did you buy this? We haven't been apart in more than a month."

"I had a little helper... Mom. Go ahead-open it."

Cinda's eyes were like saucers when she saw her gift. "Oh my God -I don't believe it. Is it real?"

"I'll shoot the jeweler if it isn't. Cinda took the two carat diamond pendant out of the box and I helped her put it on. She was back into the bathroom to check it in the mirror. She turned off the light and proceeded to thank me for the first of three times before we rose for breakfast where she pushed her chest out for Grandma to notice.

"It really is lovely on you Cinda. Sorry, but I knew about it before you did. Martha told me about it last week. Be careful with it when you're in Florida. It would be so easy for someone to pull it off your neck while you're in a crowd." Cinda nodded and helped Grandma with our food as I told her not to worry-it was insured.

We spent a wonderful week. I even played ball at the park several times. I was shocked when several younger kids asked for my autograph. It seemed that Monroe had been bragging about his brother-in-law. I obliged every request even though thought the whole idea was silly. I was really nobody special.

We left very early the following Saturday morning, arriving at Disney World at six after driving for almost thirteen hours. We went up to our room on the third floor with our bags then ate a light dinner in one of the hotel's restaurants. Back by 7:30 we sat on our balcony to watch the herd animals at the hotel's pond. Cinda was fascinated. I thought it was pretty neat, too. We were in bed early, made love as usual, and were up early the following morning, taking the resort bus to Magic Kingdom. We spent the entire day and even stayed to watch the evening parade and fireworks. We returned the following day to finish what we'd missed the day before then taking the monorail to Epcot. Again, we stayed for the fireworks.

After two tiring days we tried Animal Kingdom. It's a smaller park and the crowds were smaller, too. Cinda, especially, loved seeing the animals on the safari. I wondered if she would like a real safari in Africa. We finished Disney World the following day at Hollywood Studios. Then we took a day off, relaxing and hanging around the hotel pool.

We finished up with a trip to Sea World. It was a change we welcomed after four days of "make believe." Too soon we had to leave. This time we took two days to drive to Louisiana. We decided en route to invite Momma and Monroe to visit us. We stayed two days just to rest, taking everyone out to dinner again our last night. Cinda retrieved a big bag from the truck bed once we had arrived at the restaurant. She distributed the gifts from Disney and Sea World with hugs and kisses. We left reasonably early-we expected to have an early start in the morning.

Cinda and I were in the shower when I stepped up behind her placing my arms around her waist while nuzzled her neck. "My goodness, what is that big hard thing that's sticking into my ass? Hmmm?"

"It's my spear. I'm taking you captive. You have to do everything I tell you."

"Yes, sir, please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you say." She raised her hands in mock surrender. "Please, sir...I'll suck your cock."

"Not tonight, darling; if you do that won't be able to take care of you and that would never do." I turned her around to take her into my embrace. We kissed under the hot spray. Our lips were mashed together when I reached under her thighs to lift her legs to my shoulders while I pressed her against the tiled wall. Cinda reached down, feeling her way to my cock.

"Spear me, Ty." I couldn't help myself, I laughed like crazy, but I did as requested, spearing my delectable wife in her hot tight pussy. "I love you, Ty. You're just wonderful, know that?"

"No, but I do enjoy hearing you say it. However, that comes in a very distant second right now to what you're doing to me. No wonder I always want to make love with you."

Cinda giggled then squeezed my cock with those powerful vaginal muscles. I moaned in response so she did it again and again. I drove into her as hard as I could for several minutes before reaching down between us to rub and pinch her clit. I could feel the tremors running through her body as she came explosively. That was all it took for me-my cock felt like a machine gun so rapidly did I spew ropes of semen into her precious vault. I could have stayed there for another ten minutes, but the water suddenly turned cold. I turned it off and carried my love out so I could dry her.

Grandma must have gotten out of bed at four. She had our

breakfast ready for us at five, refusing our offers to clean up the dishes and kitchen. "Don't be silly, Cinda-I have all day. It will probably take that long for the water to get hot." I gulped in embarrassment, but Grandma just laughed. Five minutes later we were away.

It was mid-afternoon the following day when Cinda drove the truck into the farm. As happy as we were to be home, Fred was even happier. He licked Cinda's hand as his tail wagged wildly. We visited with Mom and Dad for more than an hour, telling all about our trip and about Momma, Monroe, and Grandma. Mom invited us to dinner and we were glad to accept. We were both too tired to cook. Mom excused us shortly after dinner, but making us promise to come back again the following night by promising me pot roast -my second favorite after her fried chicken, what my bastard grandfather had referred to as "nigger food." As much as I loved Grandma I didn't miss him a bit. I was sure he was securely ensconced in the bowels of hell.

While we were there I asked if they would accompany us to Louisiana again later in the summer so I could visit LSU. I couldn't begin to guess how many colleges had expressed an interest in me. Getting letters from coaches was exciting when I was in sixth grade, but by eighth it was tedious. I never paid too much attention, thinking I'd probably go to Indiana. Now with Cinda as my wife I had another idea. We agreed to go the first week in August. I'd phone Monroe so he could make the necessary arrangements.

We slept in the following day, getting out of bed primarily to pee and shower. We skipped breakfast, choosing instead to put Fred out into the back yard while enjoying some freshly squeezed orange juice using fruit we'd bought in Florida. We weren't surprised to see Holly run into our yard. She loved to play with Fred. Cinda called her over to us, giving her a big trash bag with a bow on it. She almost fainted when she saw the huge Minnie Mouse doll inside. She loved Minnie.

Cinda and I had taken 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 aftermoon and evening for social engagements, mostly with Kenny and Mandy.