Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 3 - Sex Stories

Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 3

... then she did it for him, even swallowing. She said it was better than she had thought.” “Which?” “Both!” “Good. Now can we take a nap? I’ll take care of you later.” Cinda stayed on top of me, her head on my chest as we fell asleep quickly. I took Cinda to the guidance office as soon as the counselors were back to work on Tuesday morning. She had her schedule—identical to mine—in less than an hour. We never heard any concerns about her being married. Dan Shulman had ordered cable and internet. That was also done on Tuesday morning so Cinda and I shopped for some TV’s. I had them set up by Tuesday evening before we went to bed in preparation for school tomorrow morning. CHAPTER 13 I drove the first day back, relieved to be back at school at last, and was waiting, leaning against a stone wall by the stairs next to Marty, a classmate I’d known since first grade. He was neither a scholar nor an athlete, just an average decent kid. We were talking idly, mostly about the explosion and our hopes for the rest of the school year, when I heard him exclaim, “Man! Would you look at her? Wow! She has it all—gorgeous and what a body! Oh, geez she’s coming over here.” “I hate to tell you this, Marty, but I happen to know she’s already taken.” “Already? Before school’s barely even begun? Doesn’t seem fair.” He fell silent as Cinda approached. “Cinda, this is Marty—an old friend. He thinks you’re gorgeous.” “Why, thank you, Marty.” “He’s also sorry you’re taken.” “That’s sweet, but I am…taken ...

... for life.” She held her hand up showing her rings. I held up my hand, showing the matching band. “You two…you’re married? Damn, Ty…I feel like such a fool. I’m sorry.” “No reason to be; you’ll probably be joined by a couple of hundred other guys before the day is out.” I clapped him on the back as the bell rang. Cinda and I walked into the building to another chapter of our lives together. The only problems Cinda experienced occurred when we were to be seated next to each other. “Will there be any problems of you two playing around?” “No, Ma’am—we have plenty of time to do that at home,” was her answer much to the amusement of our classmates. Our lives together became extremely simple—school, study, dinner, study, make love, and sleep. Of course we always made time to touch and kiss. The next day and the day after that were identical with only weekends free. Cinda came to basketball practice with me, studying in the bleachers while the team worked out. I was hopeful this season. We were a year older and returned four of our five starters from a very successful team last year. Kenny was up to 6’5”, 215 pounds, and I was almost 6’4”. I bought season tickets for Mom, Dad, and Cinda. They’d sit next to Mandy and a few other girls in the eighth row almost in the center of the court. Our new home began to take shape by the weekend when Mom took Cinda and Mandy shopping while Kenny helped me with some shelves. Her SUV was filled when they returned in the late afternoon. “You’re all ...