1. Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - Conclusion


    Date: 12/12/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    below; she passed it again, this time to my left. I made the same move in reverse, shooting the jumper with my left. All around the arc Cinda passed the ball and I shot. I had covered the entire arc twice when Coach Beamon and another man walked in. “Well, Ty—we were wondering when you were planning on missing. This is Coach Ben Trimble. He works mostly with our centers.” I walked over to shake his hand. “I try not to practice missing,” I said with a chuckle. “Missing doesn’t require much practice, besides there’s nobody guarding me.” I turned away to move to the foul line. Twenty minutes later I’d hit fifty in a row. “That’s my objective—fifty straight. What’s with these balls, anyway? They’re all garbage except this one.” The coaches laughed. “Just a little test we try to throw at new players. You won’t see these again.” “Yeah,” Coach Beamon chimed in, “Ben can’t afford it. I bet him twenty that you’d find the good one. Thanks…that was the easiest money I ever made.” A second later we were all laughing. I continued even as Cinda began to wipe me down with a towel. I excused myself for a quick shower. They were sitting on some folding chairs when I returned. “I’m glad we have this chance to chat, Ty. You need to see one of the counselors about all the AP courses you both took. That info has to be put into the computers before you register.” We promised to do that next week. We stopped off at the Bayou Bistreaux in the Student Union for lunch, returning home just before ...
    one. I phoned Admissions and scheduled an appointment for the following Monday around eleven which would give me enough time for a decent workout on the court. I planned to repeat everything I’d done today plus some rebounding exercises I learned from my AAU coach. Plenty of players could make that first big jump, but not many could repeat time after time. Having several hours of free time Cinda and I went shopping; we needed food badly. Two hours later the truck was loaded with bags, cases of soda and water, and fifty pounds of Purina dog food. We took more than an hour unloading and putting it away. We were both too tired to go out for dinner so we grilled a few burgers, gave the scraps to Fred and retired to the bedroom to shower and turn in. I wasn’t surprised when Cinda rubbed her body against mine. We had made love every single night—and quite a few mornings, too—since I had returned to make her mine last November. It was our special time—the time that we spent to express our love for each other. I loved the sensation of Cinda’s skin against mine, the texture and the feeling of her strength beneath. Tonight she sucked on my neck, reminding me of our ordeal at the St. Ann’s Holiday Tournament junior year. I was able to stop her that night, but now she seemed even more determined. “Please, Cinda…everyone will see when I go to work out.” “Hmmm…I know. Let’s just say I’m marking my territory. I’ve seen some of those girls checking you out in the student union.” I held up my ...
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