1. Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 5


    Date: 11/23/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 85.5, Source: sexstories.com

    the foul line. I could have probably shot all day from the three-point line, but I planned to drive to the basket whenever possible. My teammates had to be ready to move to the basket and receive the passes I would deliver for layups. They “held” me to 34, but I had seventeen assists, a school record. We won 89-54. The new kids played the entire fourth quarter. The remaining games before Christmas were carbon copies—some crazy defense specially designed for me, plenty of assists, many of my baskets coming off fast breaks or offensive rebounds—as we won by an average of 28 points. I felt a bit of trepidation when I walked onto St. Ann’s court two days after Christmas for the final of their Holiday Tournament. They, too, tried a special defense—a triangle and two with the two shadowing me all over the court. Unfortunately, I was taller and able to jump much higher than the players guarding me. I passed the ball to Mark as soon as I crossed the mid-court line then brushed one of my defenders off a pick by Kenny. Mark delivered the ball right on time as I reached the apex of my jump. I rammed it home with a thunderous dunk that appeared to shake the entire gym. Our fans went wild; theirs groaned. It was a sign of things to come. They missed their shot and Kenny rebounded, passing out to Mark who caught me mid-stride at the mid-court line. Two dribbles and I slowed down so I’d be fouled as I dunked again. We ran the score to 17-5 and then to 28-9. At halftime it was 47-16. I ...
    rested the entire second half. I “only” scored 27, but that was more than enough. It looked like we’d run the table again. Then I got the phone call. It was Saturday afternoon, the first weekend in January, when Momma phoned. I often spoke with her, but it was Cinda she usually wanted to talk with. Not today—she was serious when I heard her speak. “There’s no easy way to say this, Ty. Your grandma passed away last night. She was supposed to pick me up for some shopping up in Morgan City. I called when she was an hour late then drove over there with the Sheriff. His men were able to get into the house. We found her in bed, a peaceful look on her face. She had a weak heart, Ty. She hid it well, but she told me several times over the past year that she felt she was on borrowed time. I’m so sorry. Can you call your mother or would you like me to do it?” “I’ll make the call, Momma. I guess we’ll see you soon. Bye.” Cinda sat next to me, her hand in mine. “It’s Grandma, Cinda…she’s gone.” I broke down and cried terribly into Cinda’s shoulder as she held and caressed my head. Slowly between gasps I explained what Momma had said. “I said I’d call Mom, but I think I should go. Will you drive? I don’t think I can just now.” Cinda put Fred out. Somehow he knew once again that something was wrong. I hugged him then we were out the door for the fifteen minute ride to the farm. Cinda led the way luckily. I could barely see through the tears which only got worse when Mom came to the door. “It’s ...
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