Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 4 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 4

... cure me even if it killed me. Kenny and Mandy stopped by just in time for lunch which I hardly considered a coincidence. I knew Kenny too well. Somehow I managed to convince Cinda that I could actually get out onto the patio and use the grill without killing myself. I cooked up enough hot dogs for the four of us. Kenny joined me just as I had finished with the rolls, toasting them before returning them to the plastic bag. It was my “secret” for keeping them moist before adding the dogs. “Nice of you to volunteer to do the shoveling.” “Ah, it’s no big deal. You’d do it for me if I was hurt, besides I figure I owe you.” “Oh?” “Yeah…Mandy and I sort of borrowed your place while you were in the hospital. You were right—you have to give to get. I gave and then she gave—everything! Wow! It was well worth waiting for and now I’m pretty sure we’ll do it all the time.” “See…it pays to listen. I’m glad. I always thought you and Mandy were a great match.” We chatted for a while until I took the hot dogs off and brought them into the house. “You look awfully sore, Ty,” commented Mandy as she and Cinda served some Cokes. “I won’t tell you that I’m not in pain because I am, but it looks worse than it feels. I wonder how long this bruising will last. Did I tell you I’m getting a mask so I can play?” “Really? When?” “I have an appointment Wednesday at ten.” “Wow, you’ll get an extended vacation!” “No, Mandy we won’t. Neither Cinda nor I have ever missed a day of school and we don’t intend to ...

... start now. We’ll go back Wednesday morning like everyone else and I’ll get excused around 9:30 for the doctor, but I’ll be back long before practice that afternoon.” “Uh…how…what…your excuse note?” “I can write my own, but I think it would be funnier if I have Cinda do it. That way she can sign it ‘Mrs. Feldner’ just like Mom used to do.” “Gee, if only I could do that? Just think of the possibilities! Oh well, I guess I’d better get to the shoveling.” Kenny got up and threw on his jacket en route to the garage. He talked a good game, but I happened to know that he’d never cut even a single class and his attendance record was almost as good as mine. Cinda shooed me to the couch with another icepack while she and Mandy cleaned up the kitchen. Kenny was back in about twenty minutes later. “I should have waited; it’s almost all melted.” He and Mandy joined us for an afternoon of football bowl games before leaving around five. I cooked a steak on the grill and we retired to bed early. “Don’t forget your promise, Ty.” I didn’t and I wouldn’t. I knew Cinda was serious. If I fucked up I wouldn’t be fucking again for quite a while. “Okay—I can move with you, can’t I?” She gave me that look again then she moved down to kiss me. My hands found her butt, her firm muscular butt. She broke the kiss a minute later with a smile, kissing and sucking my neck. “Oh no—I have enough bruises. Please, I don’t need any more even though getting a hickey from you would be much more fun than the first ...