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

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

... bouncing high into the air and to the left. I moved left and leaped high—my arm extended--spearing the ball with my left hand. I held it for a second before flipping it in a perfect high arc toward the basket. It fell through as the buzzer sounded. We’d won at last! I sank to my knees in exhaustion and relief. The court was pandemonium as more than a thousand fans rushed the court. I stood hurriedly and kept my mask in place in self defense from the well-wishers. I must have been back-slapped a hundred times at least when I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned and Cinda carefully removed the mask before rushing forward to hold and kiss me. She held it for more than a minute as the fans around us cheered. I whispered, “You know I’m a sweaty mess,” when she broke it. “I don’t care. You were magnificent.” I kissed her again then moved into line for the handshakes with the opposing team. I had reached the end of the line when their coach shook my hand. “That was the most amazing performance I’ve ever seen, Ty. You’re some player…just incredible.” He shook my hand again and I was able to return to our bench. Everyone was jumping around and celebrating. I sat down exhausted, but not too tired to accept the championship trophy and the MVP award. A month later I was named All State and Mr. Basketball. Later, in early April, I was selected to the AP and Parade Magazine All-America teams. Holly came over often to play with Fred so he understandably became very protective of ...

... her. Thus I was shocked one morning during our Easter break when Fred began to bark, something he rarely did. He was racing back and forth along the fence and barking like crazy at Holly in the yard next door. I knew something was wrong. Fred raced in front of me as I opened the gate to her yard. He ran in, grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her back to the house. I walked cautiously past them. Mrs. Warren opened the back door visibly upset. “Why is he biting Holly?” “He’s not biting me, Mommy. He’s just pulling me.” Then I saw the reason why. “There’s a snake out here—looks like a copperhead. “Cinda,” I called, “Bring my short shovel and the hoe from the garage, will you please?” She was there less than twenty seconds later. “Be careful, Ty.” I would be; I’d killed these snakes before. It rose up as if to strike as I approached. I feinted with the shovel in my left hand then took a vicious swing with the hoe in my right. The hoe severed the snake’s spine about four inches behind the head. It writhed around on the ground for almost a minute before it died. “Don’t go near it,” I warned. “It can still bite and the poison is still deadly.” I picked up the head with the shovel and dumped it into their trash. Then I returned to the body and picked it up, carrying it also to the trash. I crouched when I reached Holly. “Looks like your arm is all covered with slobber, Holly.” “That’s okay, Ty. I think Fred saved me.” “That’s why he’s here—to protect all of us. Pretty good at his job, ...