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

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

... up the house. I let him back in a minute or so later and he led me down the hall. We showered, washing each other lovingly then made beautiful love just as we did every other night. Fred completely ignored us, even yawning several times. He had no interest in sex. Fred was a rescue puppy. I’d picked him out from a room full of small kennels. All the dogs were barking except him, even when I walked up to his cage. I sat on the floor when he was released, so pleased when he climbed all over me, licking my hands and face. I adopted him that very afternoon, depositing $20 saved from my allowance as a donation to the Humane Society. One of the conditions of the adoption was that he be neutered. I cried openly when I learned how many dogs, even puppies, were euthanized every year. Getting Fred had worked out well for both of us. He got a loving home; I got a faithful companion, one who loved me, and now Cinda, fully. God help anyone who threatened her while he was around. We had needed a plumber to fix a badly leaking faucet back in mid-December. I was outside raking leaves for the final time while Cinda sat in the kitchen with the plumber. She and Fred had known each other only a month, but had bonded completely. Fred sat between her and the man. He turned every time the man moved and Cinda told me he almost lost his arm when he tried to hand Cinda the bill. We had to pay, but the total would be deducted from our rent. We woke early Sunday morning, showered and ate a quick ...

... breakfast before dressing for church. We met Mom and Dad outside and they inquired about my face. ‘Gee, Ty you look kind of like a raccoon with that mask of a bruise.” “It’s okay, Mom. It barely even hurts now. Most of the swelling is gone, too.” We would have continued, but Kenny and Mandy walked up. We went into church together, but sat in separate pews. Mom and Dad liked to sit up front; we preferred the rear. We spent much of the afternoon in the supermarket buying cases of assorted soda, pretzels and potato chips and some stuff to make into a dip thanks to a recipe from Mom. We also bought a bunch of carrots, green and red sweet peppers, radishes, and celery which I cut into strips for hors d’oeuvres. I left around 5:30 to pick up our party food, getting the directions for reheating from Vito himself. We ate a light dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches before showering. I put Fred out around eight. Our guests began arriving around nine. We danced and chatted, having a great time, even wearing some of those silly hats that Marty had brought. Everything was going great when the doorbell rang just after ten. Cinda rose to answer. “Uh…TY!” I left the kitchen where I was removing the containers of hot food, walking swiftly toward her at the door. Standing just outside were five guys, all seniors at our school. Two of them were drinking cans of Budweiser. “Hi there, Ty—we thought we’d come to your party.” “I’m afraid not, Mitch. It’s not really a party, just a group of my very close ...