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

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

... looked worse than it had when we left. I had barely stopped the truck when Cinda was out the door. I expected her to run to the house, but she waited for me; we walked hand-in-hand to the door. Momma opened it before we had even climbed the steps. Cinda ran up to hug her Momma. I followed a few steps behind, hugging and kissing Momma, too. We walked into the house together. Cinda hugged Monroe then he hugged me. “All-American--not too shabby; I saw that last basket on You Tube. That was incredible. How many points did you have in that game?” “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 team. 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 I 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 ...