Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - Conclusion - Sex Stories

Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - Conclusion

... to Glenn for five assists as we opened up a twenty-two point lead midway into the half. I’d done okay and I felt better when Cinda joined me just outside the locker room. I was determined as the season progressed to be an integral part of the team rather than carrying them as I did in high school. That honor went to Everett, our senior captain, although I had several games where I was on fire, much as I had been in my record-setting hundred point game. My play improved game by game once I was more relaxed and knew that Cinda was and would be safe. We did well, finishing 22-8 before playing in the NCAA’s. We won our first two games--both against lower seeded teams--going all the way to the Sweet Sixteen where, unfortunately, we lost to an extremely talented Duke team by three. As expected Everett led the team in scoring at 22.3 points a game. I averaged just over eighteen with decent, but not outstanding, figures in rebounds and assists. We drove north to Indiana once we had finished with our exams in mid-May, leaving Fred with Momma and Monroe. We had an appointment with a minister—Kenny’s and Mandy’s wedding. Mandy’s dad was a millionaire many times over and the wedding reflected his affluence. The ceremony was held in a cathedral; the reception in the finest catering hall in Indianapolis. I was dancing with Cinda when I asked her, “Wish our wedding was like this?” “Never, Ty—I thought our wedding was perfect. Everyone I knew and loved was there. That’s all that mattered. ...

... Do you wish it was like this?” “No…this is nice, but there was something special in your tiny church and Grandma’s back yard. I thought it was wonderful.” Then, to prove my point, I leaned down and kissed her. It lasted through the song and beyond much to the amusement of our friends. We stayed for two weeks, staying with my parents and seeing many of our high school friends. Then we drove back to Baton Rouge for the second summer session. I was half-way through the required credits for graduation when the fall semester began. Cinda was only two courses behind me. We were thrilled with Monroe’s success on the football field and couldn’t wait for basketball to begin. I did much better as a sophomore and even better the next two years and as a senior/graduate student I averaged a triple double—23.1 points, 11.7 assists, and 10.4 rebounds a game, leading the team to the tournament each year. We made it all the way to the Elite Eight my final year before losing once again to Kentucky. Some people compared me to Oscar Robertson because of my statistics, but that was absurd. There was only one “Big O.” I had three priorities while in college—Cinda, my studies, and basketball—in that order. That’s why our marriage flourished and why Cinda and I did extremely well academically, graduating in only three years. I had a grade point average of more than 3.8 in my dual major while Cinda earned a 3.6 in Elementary Education, a program that proved to be much more rigorous than one might ...