Ty & Cinda–A Tale of Forbidden Love – Conclusion

Ty and Cinda face new adventures–some good and some bad–in college, cementing their relationship forever.

Mom and Dad were up early Saturday morning to see us off. We refused breakfast, telling them we preferred to stop after a few hours for a break. It was almost 5:30 when we hugged and kissed them good-bye and climbed into the truck, Fred with his head out Cinda’s window. I stopped at the end of the driveway to allow a big semi to pass then turned to look at her. “You ready?”

“You going to be with me?”

“Every step of the way!”

“Then bring it on, world!” She gave me a quick kiss then Cinda held my hand tightly as we moved forward eagerly into a bold new chapter in our lives.


CHAPTER 18

I closed the window once we were on the interstate to protect Fred’s eyes. Even a fly or a mosquito could blind him at highway speed. He laid his head on Cinda’s shoulder, instead satisfying himself with her petting in lieu of the wind in his face.

Traveling with Fred slowed us down considerably. We stopped roughly every two hours so I could walk Fred on his leash while Cinda used the facilities. Then she gave him a bowl of water. I always bought a Coke or gas in appreciation for allowing us to use their property.

Cinda and I had joined AAA, primarily for this trip. I had a Trip-Tik map and a series of guide books to help us find a pet-friendly motel. We stopped after driving a bit over 400 miles, going to a sandwich shop–one that had picnic tables outside—so we didn’t have to leave Fred in the hot truck. He sat quietly never begging or whining for food. I had trained him as a puppy to be patient; he knew he’d be fed once we returned to the motel.

I had learned early on that dogs are people magnets. Fred always attracted people—children especially, and attractive women, too whenever and wherever we stopped. I welcomed the children who always wanted to pet Fred; I had no interest in the women even though Fred enjoyed the attention.

Cinda and I showered together in the tub, the shower curtain, something we’d had limited experience with, barely giving us enough room to wash. On the other hand, I enjoyed the constant touch of Cinda’s tight body against mine. Even after all this time we were thrilled being together, touching and loving each other every bit as much as our first time back in Cinda’s room.

We were tired, but Cinda and I were never too tired for each other. I fell onto the bed and a second later a giggling Cinda covered my body with hers. “I know you’re beat, Ty; why don’t you let me do the work tonight?” Leaning down she kissed me with her usual tenderness and even more love as her inquisitive tongue explored my mouth.

Cinda loved to hold my head, gripping my unruly hair in her surprisingly strong hands as she mashed her lips into mine and slid her tongue into my welcoming mouth. She rubbed her breasts into my chest, swirling her swollen nipples through my sparse hair. Here I was—a nineteen year old—and I still shaved about once a week. Kenny told me one time that I was lucky. He was my age and he already hated shaving. Unfortunately for him, Mandy hated stubble and she’d told him several times to forget a beard or mustache.

My eyes were closed as Cinda began to work her way down my body, kissing and licking as she went. I opened my eyes in shock as she nibbled my tiny nipples. “Hey…I’m supposed to do that to you.”

She giggled as she whispered, “Okay,” and moved up to stick her hard wrinkled nubbin into my waiting mouth. I licked and suckled for several minutes. “That’s nice…really nice, but I’d better get to work if we want any sleep tonight.” Pulling her nipple from my mouth she kissed me again and moved quickly between my legs. Her tongue wound its way around my cock, spending more than enough time on the head as I groaned and gasped in ecstasy. Several times around my helmet with Cinda’s teasing tongue always drove me wild with lust. “I don’t know why, Ty, but I just love the texture of this. The way it feels on my tongue is just incredible.” All I could do was groan.

My rock-hard organ disappeared into Cinda’s mouth a second later. Her head bobbed up and down while her hands gently cupped and massaged my balls. Suddenly, she changed tactics and sucked mightily, tightly running her hand up and down my shaft. Dear God! How could I possibly resist? My balls pulled up to my body as my first thick rope of hot slick cream erupted into Cinda’s mouth and throat. Five times that was repeated until I was completely and totally drained. Cinda pulled the last drops from my tip, kissed it one last time, and climbed up my body to place her head in its usual spot on my left shoulder. I barely had the energy to pull the blanket over us. I had just whispered, “I love you so much,” when Fred came to stick his cold nose into Cinda’s neck. I petted him briefly then fell deeply asleep.

We drove roughly the same distance the following day once again stopping every two hours. We stopped for the night less than two hours from Baton Rouge and our 10:00 appointment with Dora Loomis, our realtor, and a representative of First Bank of Louisiana, the bank that had foreclosed on the property. Tucked into a pocket in the back of my seat was an official check for $125,000 payable to Cinda and me—our final payment on the house. I could easily afford to pay cash, the only worthwhile thing I’d received from my miserable excuse of a grandfather.

That night I returned the favor for Cinda, sucking her labia into my mouth before gently nibbling those delicate tissues between my teeth. I knew just how much that always drove her crazy. After tongue fucking her for almost ten minutes and bringing her right to the edge I withdrew my tongue so I could suck her swollen bud into the tiny space between my teeth. Only a fierce bite on her pillow prevented an earth shattering scream from my beloved. We slept well that night, too.
Arriving at the realtor about ten minutes early we led Fred into the office of Geaux Tigers Realty. “I hope you don’t mind,” I told Dora. “I don’t want to leave him in the truck.” She told me she understood. Dad had warned me—“Be prepared to write a lot of checks, Ty.” That was exactly what I did, using almost a quarter of my new checkbook’s fifty checks. Finally, after an hour and after we had endorsed the official check to the bank we received the keys and garage door openers, shook hands with Dora and the banker and began to leave.

“I’ll be watching for you, Ty. You’ve caused the most excitement since Shaq came to school here.”

I had to laugh. “Thanks, but I’m not Shaq…I doubt there will ever be another like him.” I took Fred’s leash and a minute later we were in the truck. Fifteen minutes after that we were in the garage. Cinda took Fred into the house to look around while I removed his bowls and the rubber mat we always used to contain water he spilled while drinking. I turned on the air conditioning and opened the taps to flush the pipes before drinking from them. Cinda turned on the refrigerator and freezer. We threw the first ice cubes made into the sink. Cinda put Fred out into the back yard. It had been sprayed by an exterminator last week and would be every month we lived there.

I carried everything in from the truck while Cinda phoned Monroe, making arrangements to get together for dinner. “Tell him to bring a date,” I called out as I began to inflate the air bed we’d use tonight until our furniture was delivered tomorrow. I placed it and Fred’s bed in the master bedroom then Cinda helped me make the bed with sheets, blanket and pillows. Only when we were done did we realize that we had nowhere to sit other than the floor. Cinda hugged me as we laughed at our obvious failure to recognize even that basic need. Leaving Fred in the house we drove to Home Depot where we bought some plastic lawn chairs then it was off to COSTCO where I bought a large screen TV and a wall mount. I spent about two hours that afternoon mounting the TV on the living room wall and connecting to the cable. I was done just before five and we were just about to relax when the doorbell rang.

As expected, it was Monroe—and his date. I almost fainted when I saw who it was. I led them into the living room. “Juanita!” Cinda was ecstatic. “You and Monroe? That’s incredible!”

“I told you I thought she was really hot and she’s even hotter now that she’s an incoming freshman.” Monroe had a huge smile on his face as he hugged his sister. “You look really great, Cin. I guess this white boy is taking real good care of you.” He laughed as we joined him. We all knew how much Monroe loved Cinda–and me, too. “Hey guys, I just love what you’ve done with the place—great furniture!”

“You can just sit on the floor, Monroe,” Cinda told him laughingly. We sat and talked until I asked where they wanted to go for dinner.

“How about a seafood buffet,” Juanita asked. “There’s a great one just the other side of campus.”

“Okay with me so long as I don’t have to eat one of those red spiders.” They all laughed, but I continued, “I was being serious.”

“Speaking of serious, let’s drive past the Maravich Arena on the way.” I gave Monroe a questioning look, but he just said, “Trust me. It’s something you’ll want to see.” We left around 5:45, climbing into Monroe’s new compact—a gift from Momma and her inheritance. He drove us a bit out of the way, taking a detour around the arena. There, hanging almost the entire height of the building was a huge banner of me taking a long jump shot in my hundred-point game. Beneath it was a single word—TY!—and the number 101. I was overwhelmed and embarrassed. Cinda was thrilled.

We had a great time and I was surprised that several people at the restaurant recognized me—the price, I assumed—of having a huge banner with your name and picture. I had to turn down offers for free dinners. “Thanks, but I can’t accept—NCAA regulations,” I explained.

Cinda and I listened as Juanita explained how she and Monroe had become an item since the wedding. “It was a bit of a struggle the last two years when I was so far away, but now that I’m a student here I’m looking forward to having a great time…but only after we’re finished studying. Nothing’s getting in the way of my education–not even you, Monroe.”

I treated to dinner, of course. I knew Monroe was almost broke—NCAA regulations once again. We returned to the house around 8:30, not detouring by the arena, thank God. I fed Fred and we retired to the living room to watch a baseball game on TV, relaxing as much as we could on the plastic chairs. I had enjoyed baseball as a kid, but I couldn’t hit a curveball if my life depended on it. Once I began to strike out all the time I switched full-time to basketball. That was back in fifth grade. I made the change then and I’d never looked back. We had a great time that night, but Cinda and I were taken aback when Monroe asked if they could stay over.

“You know we don’t have any furniture, Monroe,” Cinda told her brother. “We’re sleeping on an air bed. You’d have to sleep on the floor.”

“That’s okay, Cinda,” Juanita told her. “If you have an extra sheet and blanket I’m sure we can make do. Anything would be better than the backseat of Monroe’s car.” Cinda looked at me and I nodded with a smile. We set up what we had in the second bedroom. It shared a bathroom with the smaller third that we’d use as a study center. We even gave them one of our pillows and a couple of bath towels. Cinda always slept with her head on my shoulder. We retired with Fred to our bedroom, laughing once the door was closed and locked.

“Were we that obvious, Ty?”

“No, Cinda—we were worse. I’m sure that everyone in the area knew about us—how horny we were, still are–but look how well that turned out. I’m inclined to help them out so that means we need two major purchases in the next week.”

“Huh?”

“I had a feeling we’d need a car. I’m pretty sure we’ll have very different schedules—just the opposite of high school and we might need one when Mom and Dad come down for a game or the weekend. We can shop over the next few days if you like. I also thought we might need another bedroom set so they could stay over, but I never thought we’d have a need right away.”

“You’re such a genius, Ty. No wonder I love you so much.”

I had to laugh. Cinda wouldn’t let go of my IQ even though that was only one factor of anyone’s success. I’d known a kid in middle school whose IQ was over 160 yet he was barely able to pass his courses. He was so impressed with his “brilliance” that he was completely unmotivated. I recalled him telling me once that people should be judged by what they were capable of, not what they actually did.

“Right, Cody—that’s an utterly brilliant remark! Suppose you need to have your brakes fixed, but the repair guy loses his motivation after doing three. He’s capable but doesn’t care about doing well. You’d be lucky to live five minutes after leaving the garage. Or, suppose you needed surgery and the doctor loses interest half-way through the operation; then what?”

“Gee, I never thought of it that way.”

“Face it, Cody—you didn’t think, period. There are reasons why things are done the way they are. Your potential or mine don’t mean squat. It’s the results that count, not idle daydreams.”

“Ty…Ty, where are you? You seemed to be somewhere else for a minute.” Cinda brought me back to reality.

“Oh…just thinking, but here’s what your genius is thinking right now—we need a shower….”

“So we can get dirty again?”

“You’re psychic! You can read my mind!”

Now Cinda laughed. “I don’t have to be a mind reader to know that! It what you—and I—always want. Let’s go!” She helped me to undress; I reciprocated and we walked together into our shower. It wasn’t quite as big as the one in Grandma’s house, but it was pretty big—roughly three feet by six—and certainly big enough for both of us. Ten minutes later we were dry and lying on the air bed only inches above the floor.

Cinda was about to climb on top of me when Fred stuck his cold wet nose between us. We laughed as I shooed him to his bed. Cinda leaned down for a kiss, leading with her tongue and then her sweet plump lips. She mashed them into mine as only Cinda could. We held each other for several minutes, our mouths locked together as my hands explored her succulent breasts and the marvelous three-inch space between her long slender legs. Cinda was in incredible physical condition. We often jogged together, running in early morning or evening with Fred on a long leash. We’d continue that here in Baton Rouge, bringing Fred only when the temperature wasn’t a threat to him.

Cinda reacted strongly to my touch, rubbing her slit over my cock and encouraging it to grow and harden. Suddenly she shifted position and I disappeared into her. “Pretty slick move, Cinda.”

“I have a lot of imagination when it comes to you, Ty. Sometimes I sit around for hours dreaming up new ways to get you into me.”

I laughed and laughed until my sides hurt. “As though I needed to be convinced; you know I’d live in here if I could.”

Now Cinda laughed as she began moving on me. “That would make peeing pretty interesting. Oh, Ty! Keep that up; it feels so good. Oh, yes…harder, Ty.” I drove into her with all my strength, lifting her more than a foot off the bed with every powerful thrust of my hips. “Oh God…Ty…it’s going to be a big one…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” She collapsed onto my chest and as she did my cock felt as though it had exploded. My balls drained themselves as river after river of baby cream flowed into her tunnel.

“I love you so much, Cinda,” I whispered in her ear.

“That’s nice,” she whispered. She was barely lucid for several minutes as she recovered. Her orgasm was mammoth—one of the strongest she’d ever had! We lay there breathing deeply for almost ten minutes before she spoke again. Giggling, she whispered, “I’m leaking all over you. Your thigh feels like an ice skating rink.”

Now I laughed again. “How would you know what an ice skating rink feels like? You’re from Louisiana.”

“I told you—I have a vivid imagination when it comes to you. Want another shower?”

“No…we can have one in the morning, besides…maybe we’ll wake up around three or four, or whenever. I have a great imagination, too.” I kissed Cinda, pulled the blanket over us and we found sleep almost immediately.


CHAPTER 19

Monroe had just led Juanita from the shower. They had showered together before, but not often. Usually their efforts at coupling had occurred in the rear of Monroe’s Sentra in extremely cramped conditions. Nonetheless, it was something they both enjoyed immensely. “Are you sure it was a good idea to let Cinda and Ty know about us?”

“Sure, they’re not idiots, you know. Ty, especially, is really brilliant. They’d know soon enough and now we won’t have to squirm around in my backseat. Once were ready to sleep I’ll lie on my back and you can lean on me.”

“I hope I can sleep like…. What on earth was that?” 

“Unless I’m mistaken that was Cinda expressing her appreciation to Ty for a really great orgasm. I never knew she was a screamer.”

“Wow–that must have been awesome. I wonder how often they do it.”

“Often; I’d be surprised if it wasn’t every day. They are really in love.”

“Like us, Monroe?”

“Yes, Juanita…just like us. I’m thinking maybe we should put the towel under us until we’re ready to actually sleep. I’d hate to ruin their new carpet.” He turned to the bathroom, but Juanita had beaten him to the draw. They had shared one big bath towel thinking that they might need another later in the night. Now Juanita placed it in the center of the sheet then kneeled and pulled Monroe to her. Her cocoa-brown skin shone in the dim light that filtered through the blinds from the street. Her almost black nipples and areolas stood out hard in her excitement from her large breasts. Her hips appeared wide, but only because of her tiny waist. Her pubic area was trimmed neatly into an inch-wide landing strip. Monroe thought her cunt was beautiful—just like the rest of her.

Monroe’s skin was deep brown, almost black, and his body was what one would expect from a star running back. He had added almost twenty pounds of muscle since high school while retaining his quickness and speed, the result of many hours in the weight room—the same one he’d share with Ty. His chest, arms, thighs, and calves were powerful and so was his cock. Juanita had almost fainted when she first saw it. It was BIG, what was often described in online
porn as a BBC—a big black cock. Juanita was terrified at first, wondering if it could possibly fit into her. The question was answered ten minutes later — much to her (and Monroe’s) pleasure and satisfaction. She loved the way her tight pussy stretched around Monroe, seemingly to the breaking point.

Juanita lay on top of him, her legs straddling his hips as their lips met.