Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E36

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E36

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 36

again."

"Well, I wish he was dead, Ty."

"I think this will tum out better, Cinda. He'll probably suffer for the rest of his life and I think he'll need help just taking a leak." I laughed and within seconds everyone else joined me.

T'm feeling a lot better, Ty. Why don't we go out to dinner? How about that seafood buffet we went to?"

"Sure, just as long as I don't have to eat any of those red spiders."

Cinda scowled. "That was lame the first time you said it, Ty. It's even worse now. You'd never make it as a comedian." Then she kissed me, shook her head and smiled. "Let's go."

We put Fred out and we left a few minutes later in Cinda's Beemer. I drove, allowing Cinda to relax in the rear seat with Momma and Juanita.

The mood was lighter, but not quite up to our usual standard. For one thing, Monroe and I were still concerned about Cinda. It isn't every dav that one comes close to losing one's life. Granted. it did every day that one comes close to losing one's life. Granted, it did happen to me back when my asshole grandfather tried to kill me, but this was Cinda. was supposed to take care of her. Monroe and Juanita left once we were home. I thanked them for their help while Cinda stripped their bed. Somehow, I doubted that Momma wanted to sleep on sheets after Monroe and Juanita had made love God only knows how many times. She slept last night on the air bed, hastily set up in our study center.

Cinda came to me, her large inviting breasts pressing into my chest in the shower. She looked up at me in her beauty and her innocence and I realized once again how close had come to losing her. Thank God for Fred. Without him would have been lost, too. Cinda's lips touched mine as she whispered, "I missed you last night and the night before, too. Please take me, Ty-right now... right here. Take me and fuck me hard." I knew she was serious-I'd told her to never use that word.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her roughly, my lips mashing forcefully into hers, my tongue pressing into hers. In seconds I pushed her against the wall as streams of hot water cascaded around us. My arms went between her legs as I lifted her, placing her ankles on my shoulders. Cinda tried to grab my cock, but I forced her arms away. My hips moved back and when they moved forward...I missed, the head bouncing over her abdomen. Twice more I tried and, as the saying goes, the third time was the charm. The head slid in, but it still took me another four thrusts before I was seated deep within her velvet vise.

In keeping with Cinda's plea I banged her poor pussy ruthlessly, colliding with her cervix and using my pubic hair to rub her clit. She exploded-shaking in ecstasy- when I pinched and twisted it between my thumb and forefinger, her convulsions pushing me back more than a foot. I kissed her again as I filled her, coating the sensitive walls of her cunt.

Cinda giggled as I recovered. "Maybe you should put me down. Momma will know what we're doing. We've been in here a long time and we're dirtier now than when we began."

"I don't care if she knows. We're allowed. We're married, remember?"

"Yes, darling; love when you do me, but I hate the thought of anyone else doing it. That's what I was most afraid of, Ty-not dying, but..." I silenced her by covering her mouth with mine as I lowered her legs, grabbed the soap and bathed the most wonderful woman in the world.

We climbed into bed ten minutes later laughing and loving like old times. "I'm so lucky," I whispered, "to have you, Cinda. I love you to pieces."

"I love you, Ty, but I think we need to sleep. We have classes tomorrow morning and you have a game tomorrow night." She kissed me again, snuggled close and the next thing I knew the alarm was blaring in my ear. I dressed, put Fred out and began breakfast. Momma left an hour later for work and we were back to normal. We had classes in different directions so I waved good- bye to Cinda and climbed into the truck.

We expected a reaction from our classmates and we got one. The story had made local TV and the front page of the Sunday newspaper, fortunately way down the page. Today's told of the arrest of a suspect. Later in the week it would be revealed that four rapes and a murder over the past year had been solved with his arrest. This man would see a long time in prison, probably even life. Detective Sommers stopped by on Thursday evening with the news, confirming that other prisoners hated rapists even to the point of murdering them. Rarely were such killings ever solved. That sounded just fine with me.

I picked Cinda up after my third class for lunch at the student union before driving home for four hours of studying. Then I left for the pre-game meeting and dinner. I was on the foul line during the shoot around when Glenn dribbled over. Maintaining my concentration on the rim I spoke quietly, "I owe you one. Just make sure you move to the basket on my drives." He shot the ball, laughing as it clanged off the front of the rim. Mine went through the middle of the hoop.

We played our first game that night against the Southeastern Louisiana Lions-a school that was about fifty miles east of Baton Rouge in Hammond-a game that should be an easy tune up for us. I played well on defense in the first half, but, clearly, my mind was elsewhere on offense where I had three points and three assists. We were in the locker room at halftime listening to Coach analyze our play. "Fair, but that's all. We should be up twenty instead of eight. You all right, Ty?"

"Sorry, Coach-it's been a really tough weekend. I'll be okay."

"Don't be afraid to be more aggressive. We all know how you can score. Okay...let's go."

"Sorry, Coach-It's been a really tough weekend. I'll be okay."

"Don't be afraid to be more aggressive. We all know how you can score. Okay...let's go.

We were walking to center court when Everett took me aside. "Relax, Ty. Your wife is okay and we'll still like you if you miss a shot." I laughed. The second half was better. I shot five for six- three for three on three pointers-and dished to Glenn for five assists as we opened up a twenty-two point lead midway into the half. I'd done okay and I felt better when Cinda joined me just outside the locker room.

I was determined as the season progressed to be an integral part of the team rather than carrying them as I did in high school. That honor went to Everett, our senior captain, although I had several games where I was on fire, much as I had been in my record- setting hundred point game. My play improved game by game once I was more relaxed and knew that Cinda was and would be safe.

We did well, finishing 22-8 before playing in the NCAA's. We won our first two games-both against lower seeded teams-going all the way to the Sweet Sixteen where, unfortunately, we lost to an extremely talented Duke team by three. As expected Everett led the team in scoring at 22.3 points a game. I averaged just over eighteen with decent, but not outstanding, figures in rebounds and assists.

We drove north to Indiana once we had finished with our exams in mid-May, leaving Fred with Momma and Monroe. We had an appointment with a minister-Kenny's and Mandy's wedding. Mandy's dad was a millionaire many times over and the wedding reflected his affluence. The ceremony was held in a cathedral; the reception in the finest catering hall in Indianapolis. I was dancing

with Cinda when I asked her, "Wish our wedding was like this?" "Never, Ty-I thought our wedding was perfect. Everyone I knew and loved was there. That's all that mattered. Do you wish it was like this?"

"No...this is nice, but there was something special in your tiny church and Grandma's back yard. I thought it was wonderful." Then, to prove my point, I leaned down and kissed her. it lasted through the song and beyond much to the amusement of our friends.

We stayed for two weeks, staying with my parents and seeing many of our high school friends. Then we drove back to Baton Rouge for the second summer session. I was half-way through the required credits for graduation when the fall semester began. Cinda was only two courses behind me.

We were thrilled with Monroe's success on the football field and couldn't wait for basketball to begin. I did much better as a sophomore and even better the next two years and as a senior/graduate student averaged a triple double-23.1 points, 11.7 assists, and 10.4 rebounds a game, leading the team to the tournament each year. We made it all the way to the Elite Eight my final year before losing once again to Kentucky, Some people compared me to Oscar Robertson because of my statistics, but that was absurd. There was only one "Big O."

I had three priorities while in college-Cinda, my studies, and basketball-in that order. That's why our marriage flourished and why Cinda and I did extremely well academically, graduating in only three years. I had a grade point average of more than 3.8 in my dual major while Cinda earned a 3.6 in Elementary Education, a program that proved to be much more rigorous than one might think. I actually began my graduate studies during my third year while finishing my B.A. I had earned my MBA by the time our class graduated.

I turned down a chance to play in the NBA, refusing to even work out for the pros. "Don't waste your pick on me," I told them. "I'm not going to play." I had proved I could, earning SEC Defensive player of the year as a junior and senior as well as first team all- SEC three years and first team All-American as a senior. Unlike virtually every college player intending to turn pro, I already had millions-millions I planned on giving away. Besides, I had seen how fragile life could be and I hated to be away from Cinda for that reason. Monroe or Juanita had stayed with Cinda whenever I had to play away from home. Then there was the other reason-Cinda

was pregnant with our first child. That was my Christmas present

during my senior year the day she went off the pill. It was the best

present imaginable. Four months later her doctor confirmed she was pregnant. Three months after that we learned she would deliver a girl.

I obtained a high paying job as an analyst for a major brokerage firm in New Orleans once I had my MBA, but hated dealing with the greed I encountered every day. Everything was about money and how to get more and more and more, even lying and cheating, scheming, using every underhanded trick imaginable to get more than a person could spend in two dozen lifetimes. It may have been the American way, but I quit after six months with Cinda's blessing and encouragement just two weeks before the birth of our daughter Amanda. We stayed in Baton Rouge for another month before reaching a life-changing decision.

We moved to Indiana, buying a farm near my parents where I became a gentleman farmer, similar to, but not quite like my dad. The old farmer had been our neighbor and had lived his entire life there; he could have made more by selling to a major builder, but that was just what he wanted to avoid. "We got enough houses here. What we need are more farms-more open spaces." I agreed. pledging to never develop the property

I knew there were trees and a hill near a pristine pond on the farm. I'd used it for swimming and fishing many times as a boy. It was the perfect place to build our dream home and raise our growing family. The air was clean and the schools were great. Best of all, I'd be with Cinda every day as I managed my investments and the millions of charitable donations I'd make every year. That would make everything perfect.

We had two other great reasons-Kenny and Maridy and Monroe and Juanita. Kenny had started at the bottom, running the lathes and routers and band saws his father's company used for six months before moving to purchasing and learning how to tell good logs from bad. Only after he had married Mandy did he move into management. They were our neighbors now as well as our best friends.

Monroe had been drafted by the Indianapolis Colts. He and Juanita married after our graduation. Once again Cinda and I played our roles as matron of honor and best man. They bought one of the large upscale homes in a nearby gated community. Monroe's football career was cut short by a knee injury, but truthfully Cinda and I were relieved. He had a ten million dollar Insurance policy and he'd avoided potentially life threatening concussions, spending his life as a TV commentator working for the Colts and occasionally the Chicago Bears.

Cinda and I still made love every single day once she was recovered from giving birth. We had six bedrooms in our dream house and we were determined to fill every one of them. Cinda was right; some decisions were life changers. I thanked God every day that she'd had the strength and courage to stand up for me so many years ago at the park. She'd made me what I am today-a loving husband and father, something I hoped to be for the rest of my days.