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

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

... 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 I was selected to the AP and Parade Magazine All-America teams. When the school year ended I was again number one in our class with a 98.6 percent average. Cinda was number two at 97.8. ...

... Mr. Whittaker told the entire school how pleased he was to have her as a student at the annual awards assembly. What a hypocrite! Then he announced that he would retire at the end of the year. Cinda and I were pleased, but probably no more than most of the other students. Cinda and I had been so busy last summer that we’d never even thought about a honeymoon although every day with her was like a day in paradise. “How’d you like to go to Disney World? It could be a honeymoon for us. If we drive we could stop by in Louisiana so I can see my favorite mother-in-law and her no-good son.” Cinda howled; she knew I loved Monroe like a brother—probably better than most brothers. “Oh, Ty do you mean it? Think we could stay with your grandma again?” I started to make some calls. First were Mom and Dad—arrangements for Fred--then Grandma and finally hotel reservations for a week at the Disney’s Animal Kingdom Lodge. We dropped Fred off with Mom and Dad on Friday afternoon and left on Saturday morning. Cinda and I were eighteen now; we had a MasterCard and a Visa, but I still had Dan Shulman manage our financial affairs. He’d done very well in this area, suggesting a CPA who’d recommended a variety of mutual funds. I had insisted on no-load funds, preferring not to pay five percent commission—almost $500,000 on the bulk of my inheritance. That would have been ridiculous. One of those suggestions was a triple tax-free municipal bond fund that had earned more than five percent over the past ...