Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 5 - Sex Stories

Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 5

... know how much I love your ass.” “I think I’ll have to do some research on the net. Jennifer told me how much she loves it.” “You’re kidding; when did she tell you that--tonight…at the party?” “Yeah, she said she gets great orgasms, but doesn’t have to worry about getting pregnant. In fact, she told me she’s still a virgin.” I had to laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding—she takes it in the ass, but she’s still a virgin. That’s incredible.” I kissed my wife’s head and closed my eyes. Fred dutifully stuck his nose into Cinda’s neck then came around so I could pet him. The three of us were asleep seconds later. Nobody was at all surprised three weeks later when I was again named Indiana’s Mr. Basketball. Two weeks after that I was named the AP’s player of the year and then earned the same honor from Parade Magazine. I turned down the opportunity to play in the McDonald’s game as I did last year. I’d had another outstanding year averaging 34.4 points, 12.5 assists, and 15.1 rebounds a game. I also had excellent figures for steals and blocks. I was the first player in state history to score more than 3500 points in my career. Cinda and I flew back to Baton Rouge during our Easter break to find a house. We wanted to rent, but could buy if necessary. Grandma’s will had cleared probate. Cinda had received a certified check for a million dollars and my $10,000 a month had begun earlier that month. Coach Beamon referred us to a local realtor who was a huge LSU booster. We didn’t care for ...

... any of the rentals—they were either run-down or in what we considered a bad neighborhood. Several were on busy streets. Truthfully, we didn’t want to be in a “student area” where we’d have drinking and a lot of noise. We decided then to buy. We found a nice foreclosure with three bedrooms and two full baths on a quiet cul-de-sac. The house was two years old, but had never been occupied. We got a good deal and arranged for carpeting and a fence to be installed before moving in over the summer. The realtor said she’d monitor both for us. My final surprise came at the annual awards program. Cinda and I went to dinner with Mom and Dad before driving to school. We told them of our plans for my inheritance before dinner. “I plan to give away at least a million every year once I’m twenty-five. By then I’m sure I’ll have at least fifty-five million. Who needs that much money?” “I’m not surprised Ty, not even a little,” Mom commented, “and you owe me a trip to Hawaii, Todd. Your dad and I had a little bet and I just won.” We were seated together in the eighth row when Mr. Henderson opened the program. First on the agenda were the letters and other awards for each of the sports. I received my letterman’s sweater with the thought that I’d probably never wear it in Baton Rouge. Next were the most valuable player trophies. I already had two so I wasn’t surprised to receive my third. “Might as well stick around, Ty,” Mr. Henderson announced. Now I was surprised as an easel with something big ...