Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 5 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 5

CHAPTER 13 I took Cinda to the guidance office as soon as the counselors were back to work. She had her schedule—identical to mine—in less than an hour. We never heard any concerns about her being married. I drove to school the first day 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 summer and our hopes for the coming 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 even started? 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 right up until basketball practice began in mid-October. Then Cinda came to 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 first five games were merely tune-ups for the coming league competition. We blew out the opponents by an average of twenty-three points. I led the team as expected in scoring, assists, and even rebounds as I played both inside and out. Inside I was much quicker than everyone who guarded me and outside I was bigger and able to jump higher. Being ambidextrous was a huge advantage, especially once I had developed a jump hook. I averaged 31.6 points, 10.4 rebounds, and 12.4 assists over those games. We were ready for the St. Ann’s Holiday Tournament just after Christmas day. Growing up poor Cinda received but a single present from Momma and another from Monroe and she ...