Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E10

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E10

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

I sent a text to my parents just before boarding the plane.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I have told you too many times how upset I have been at being used the way you've done over the past year. Doing things your way almost got me killed and you've separated me from the woman love. I'm done with doing things your way. The time has come for me to do things my way. My inheritance will support me and pay for college, if necessary.

I've tried to explain-more times than can count-how much I love Cinda. I'm not interested in any other girls. I'm sure you've noticed that I didn't date even once since returning from Louisiana. I will date next year I'll be with her. I'm flying to Louisiana. I'll stop by to see Grandma once I'm there so you'll know I'm okay and safe.

Love. Ty

I phoned Cinda once i had landed, but I didn't tell her what I was doing. That would be a surprise. I rented a car and pulled up to Grandma's house just before six on Saturday evening. She was shocked to see me, but she did invite me in and gave me dinner. I slept there with her that night, but only after a long and serious discussion in which I made my feelings known.

Grandma offered my old room to me. "Sounds great, Grandma, but I'm planning to spend some quality time with Cinda if you know what I mean. I don't know how I could do that here."

"I may be old, Ty, but I'm not senile or stupid. I know what you young people do. It's not something I believe in or approve of, but I'd rather you do it here than someplace that won't be safe. Plus, I know your parents will be relieved." I hugged her and agreed then I went to make the bed and turn in. I was beat.

After breakfast the following morning I drove the short distance to Cinda's house. Nobody was home so I drove to the park and sat on the bench watching Monroe and some others play.

"You here to play ball?" Like before the voice came from behind me.

"Maybe, unless something better comes along.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I used to have a girlfriend here. She was the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

"Maybe she has a new boyfriend. What would you do then?"

"Geez, what is it with you two? Ty, Monroe said as he walked off the court, "I'll bash you if you don't get up this very second and kiss her-karate or no."

"I thought you were into bashing anyone who even went near her."

Monroe laughed, "I was, but you know that never applied to you." He took a swipe at my head, rubbing his sweaty paw in my unruly hair. I rose and turned around. Cinda had changed over the past two months, but for the better. She looked taller and her body had matured more than I thought possible. Her breasts looked to be bigger, but just as firm. She was still by far the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I stepped over the bench and took her into. my arms.

Looking into her eyes I whispered, "I always keep my promises."

"I never doubted, now shut up and kiss me. I've waited much too long for this." Leaning down my lips found hers. There was an urgency in our kiss, betraying our need for each other. The kiss went on and on despite the hoots and howls from the crowd. Breaking the kiss Cinda whispered, "I love you."

"I never doubted you, either. I love you and I always will. Once again my lips found hers and we kissed. This time there was only cheering, mostly from Monroe.

We walked to my rental and I sat her inside. "I told you I had the solution. I'm leaving home. I have plenty from my inheritance so money won't be a problem. I decided something else, too. I never want to be apart from you-not even for a single night." Even as our eyes were glued to each other took a small box from duffel bag on the floor behind her seat.

Kneeling, I took Cinda's hands in mine. Tears flowed from her eyes as she realized for the first time what was afoot. "Cinda Marie Oates, will you marry me?" I removed the ring from its box and placed it carefully on her shaking finger. She looked at it for a second then her eyes found mine again.

"Dear God...yes!" She threw her arms around my neck and kissed

me again-a kiss of love and devotion and commitment. She

screamed with her joy once we broke the kiss. "Monroe... Monroe-

come here and look at my ring. I'm engaged!" She ran onto the court stopping play. Monroe walked over to me and hugged me. He was a sweaty mess; I didn't mind at all.

Cinda left the court and the game resumed as she made her way back to me. "Let's find someplace where we can be alone. In fact, I think I know just the place." I drove to her lane, but turned off into an unpaved road that looked as though it hadn't been used in years. I'd been past it many times without even realizing it was a road. The grass was at least three feet high making visibility a concern so I went very slowly.

About a mile or so down it opened up into a meadow alongside a small stream. A big gator basked in the sun along the bank, but the sound of my engine scared it into the water. We were alone at last.

We walked around to the front of the car where I had realized that I could recline Cinda on the warm hood. I swear had never undressed so quickly. We rubbed ourselves together, but not for long. I found the packet of condoms from my pocket and was into Cinda's velvet vise a second later. "Remind me to get birth control for you."

"I will," she exclaimed breathlessly as I raised her legs and drove into her with reckless abandon. I fucked her hard-not hard enough to hurt her. I'd never do that. We used our sex as a way to dispel all the frustration we'd experienced over the past weeks-the period of our forced separation.

I could feel Cinda tense beneath me. Seconds later her back arched and she sighed as her ejaculate bathed my abdomen. I kept pumping and pumping until too, erupted-semen flowing into the condom like a river. I collapsed onto her breasts, pausing to suckle as we both recovered, regaining our breath and our strength. I pulled out, rolled over, and pulled Cinda onto my body. God, how I loved this woman!

We stayed there all morning touching and rubbing each other. Leaving just before noon for the hospital, we were in hope of finding Momma. We did, just as she was beginning her lunch break. If she was shocked to see me she was dumbstruck when she saw the ring on Cinda's finger. It would have been difficult to miss-Cinda all but pushed it into Momma's face.

"Well, you certainly didn't waste any time, did you?"

"No, Momma-I've known for almost six months that I loved and

wanted Cinda. I also knew that she loved and wanted me, but

unfortunately my parents didn't give any thought to my wishes. I'm

done with that. They bounced me around like a ball, moving me

against my will from Indiana and then when I found friends and

Cinda here I was moved back. Enough is enough. Now-why don't we go out for lunch then we can really celebrate at dinner."

We did go out for lunch, but held off on our celebration dinner until tomorrow because Momma had the day off. Cinda and I went to her home, joining Monroe who was just back from the park. "I can't believe it-I'm going to have a white boy in the family." This was typical of Monroe. We had kidded each other all the time while I was living here.

"Yeah, and I'm going to have a..." We both broke out laughing then we hugged each other. I loved him like a brother and soon he'd be one. We chatted all afternoon, mostly about our athletic experiences. I was thrilled to learn that he'd eamed a full football scholarship to LSU. He already knew that I had been named All State in basketball-that was old news, something he'd learned checking on me on the internet. Momma returned from work around five. We sat down to dinner a bit before seven.

"Monroe, will you say the blessing?"

We joined hands as Monroe spoke, "Heavenly Father, we thank you for blessing us this day, not only for our health and our family, but for bringing Ty back to all of us safely. Thank you for giving my sister the good sense to accept his proposal." He paused for the laughter to settle down. "Mostly Lord, I'm thankful that I'll be able to move to the bigger bedroom where I should have been all along." Momma punched his shoulder in mock exasperation. Cinda and I just laughed again. I knew had been accepted when I looked at the meatloaf that Momma served. I had twice as much as Monroe as well as twice the mashed potatoes and gravy. I laughed out loud when I saw Monroe pout.

"Where will you live, Ty?"

"I'd like to return to Indiana. I have an attorney who'll help us find a house to rent. He's already helping to manage my inheritance. It means leaving your family, Cinda, but the school is fantastic and the AP program is even better. I have the next week off because there was a gas explosion in the boiler room last night. The news said the entire school has to be cleaned because of smoke damage.

I looked around the table, everyone was silent so I continued. "That means you and I should marry quickly, Cinda, but that's what I wanted all along. I'm sure Momma will be happy knowing that you're not living in sin."

"Yeah, right," Momma replied, a smile on her face. "I'm sure you

two are regular saints when you're alone. Seriously, I agree. Cinda two are regular saints when you're alone. Seriously, I agree. Cinda deserves a better education than she can get here. I'm just glad that Monroe has graduated. The state seems determined to destroy the public schools."

"Momma...do you think married couples should have secrets from each other?" Uh oh, I knew where this was going. Cinda had been after me for ages wanting to know my IQ.

"Of course not, Cinda-why do you ask?"

"Well, I know that Ty is a real genius, but he won't tell me what his IQ is."

"That's because there's nothing special about having a high IQ. It's just something you're born with and it's no guarantor of success. I could just as easily have been born with one arm or some other disability, besides that's just about the most misused assessment ever. Being motivated is much more important."

Cinda batted her long eyelashes at me and I knew I was dead. "Stalling. Ty."

"Can't we just let it go with embarrassingly high?" Cinda shook her head; Monroe and Momma were clearly armused. "Okay, I give up... one hundred.... I paused, not for effect, but because I'd always had difficulty talking about myself. My dad said it best-self praise stinks.and... eighty-one-last time it was measured, anyway. There-happy now?" I looked around the table. All their mouths were open in shock. I closed Cinda's with a quick kiss. I told all about my childhood as a prodigy when Momma asked.

"I was speaking and walking very early and began to read at eighteen months. I remember asking my mother to read a section from a magazine then I read it back. She thought I was just copying her, but I continued, reading the entire page. All I really needed was to match the symbols with the sounds-same with math. My folks first had me tested when I was three. The school put me into the gifted program in first grade, but I begged my parents to take me out. thought those kids were weird, plus they were all self-absorbed stuck up snobs."

"You got that right, Ty." It was Monroe and I agreed with him. Those were the universal character traits for gifted kids in my experience. There were some exceptions, sure, but they were few and far between. I helped clean up the mess from dinner then Cinda packed a few clothes and some toiletries in a paper sack

and we left for the short drive to Grandma's.

She greeted us at the door where I told her that Cinda and I were now officially engaged. "May I see your ring, Cinda? Oh my, it's almost as lovely as you are. I spoke with your parents, Ty. They're not very happy, but I think they do understand. They have put you through a lot over the last few months. I didn't say anything about you and Cinda. I thought you'd like to do that yourself." I took Cinda's bag to my room and we sat with Grandma to watch TV. Later she brought out Cokes and some cookies. We thanked her and cleaned up the mess, retiring to my room around ten.

"This is some room, Ty. I remember it from when you were injured. Can I see your scar? Dear God, I remember all those bandages around your head. I was so worried about you."

"I doubt anything like that will ever happen again, Cinda. I'm planning on growing very old with you. Now, let's plan our day tomorrow." We talked together quietly and I made some notes before we walked together into the shower.

"I don't remember this, Ty. It's a wonderful shower."

I leaned down to kiss her. "An old bucket would be wonderful if you were in it with me." I turned the water on and soon we luxuriated in the hot spray. I ran the soap all over her body, paying special attention to her breasts, pussy, and ass. I thought Cinda's body was perfect, but her ass was clearly spectacular. Her skin was so smooth, but tight over her muscular cheeks. My finger in her crack caused her to fall helplessly into my arms, exactly as I had planned. I finished by washing my body then we were done.

The bed was exactly as I recalled-a double with fluffy pillows and a light comforter, just enough in the climate controlled environment. I pulled Cinda to me with a laugh. She kissed me then whispered, "Won't your grandmother hear us?"

"Maybe, but I already explained that we would make love. I wouldn't stay here with her if we couldn't. She gave me the okay so"

"So...." She never finished-her mouth was over mine, her plump lips pressing against mine, her tongue seeking and finding mine. Her hands gripped my head, carefully avoiding the area of my scar even though it had healed completely more than a month ago. She was crying when I opened my eyes.

"Cinda! What?"

You're so sweet, Ty. Do you know that? You also know nothing

about women. I was crying because I'm so happy, so thrilled to be

with you again. I'm overwhelmed by everything that's happened today, but thank you for being so concerned...so caring. I think I should just be quiet so we can make love. There's nothing I love more than having you within me."

I rolled onto my back and pulled a condom from the night table. Cinda placed it into her mouth and rolled it tightly down my shaft. A second later I was buried deep within her. I'd never tire of the feeling of her satin-smooth vise. Cinda moved, grinding her clit into me. I wasn't an overly muscular guy, but I was in fantastic physical condition with probably less than five percent body fat. Karate and basketball had made me strong and flexible. I lifted Cinda's body with every thrust, just as she forced her swollen bud into my abdominal muscles. The expression of euphoria on her face was incredible, almost making the entire period of our absence worthwhile.

I lowered my fingers to Cinda's sex. Once moistened, they found her clit. I rubbed first then pinched. She would have screamed as her orgasm struck had I not pulled her down to cover her mouth with mine. Even then the noise she emitted sounded like a long guttural growl. She collapsed onto my chest as my cock exploded into the condom. Cinda was out of it so I moved her gently to the side while I rose to flush the condom down the bowl and wash myself with a warm wash cloth. I joined my love a minute later to wipe her clean. She snuggled into me, her head on my chest a moment later as covered us with the comforter.

I woke before Cinda, but lay still and silent until she began to stir. After blinking twice she looked down into my face. "You're awake."

I nodded. "Can you see the clock?"

"Yes...it's 7:30; think we should get up? I nodded again and lifted her slender body, my hands firmly on her hips. Cinda giggled then dropped her feet to the floor. We were in the shower a few minutes later and were squeaky clean when we met Grandma for breakfast.

"What would you like, Cinda?"

"Oh, I don't want to be a bother."

"You won't be, darling. It's much more fun to cook for three than just for me. Bacon?" Cinda hesitated then nodded. "French toast?"

"Um...okay." Grandma pointed me to the refrigerator for juice, eggs,

and milk while she removed a big bowl from the cabinet and a

whisk from one of the drawers. She had the griddle ready and the

bacon on it in seconds. I poured the juice, giving a glass to Cinda

and one to Grandma. Knowing her was sure she already had finished off her first cup of coffee. I didn't care for it, but I did offer some to Cinda who shyly turned me down.

"Cinda if you're going to become a member of this family you'll have to speak right up, especially around my grandson. You'll likely starve if you don't." I gave Grandma a look of shock and dismay, but she just laughed. "We women have to stand up for ourselves, don't we?"

"Grandma! At least wait until we're married before you give her that kind of advice, will you? I'll be henpecked before I'm twenty!" Grandma laughed, but gave Cinda a knowing wink. Now Cinda laughed as all I could do was shrug my shoulders and shake my head.

Cinda and I enjoyed our meal and more importantly Grandma seemed to enjoy our presence. We cleaned up the mess and I returned to the bedroom for my wallet and keys. I kissed Grandma good bye and began to walk to the door. I was just about to turn away when I saw Cinda approach Grandma. I was pleased when they hugged and Cinda kissed Grandma's cheek. What a difference here without my asshole grandfather around.

I drove us to our first stop of the day-the county courthouse. We entered the license bureau armed with my Indiana driver's license and Cinda's school photo ID and birth certificate. The clerk checked our ages carefully. The minimum age to marry without parental consent in Louisiana was sixteen and we were eighteen. We completed the form and I paid the fee. We were done in a half hour and on our way to Robbins' Men's Wear.

I had learned early on last year that many of the churches, especially the small black churches, were too small to support a full-time minister. Cinda's pastor owned a men's wear store in Morgan City. He greeted us in the store, shooing one of the clerks off to an actual customer. "My, my..I don't believe my eyes. Is it really you, Ty?"

I smiled as I shook Pastor Robbins' meaty hand. "I guess I don't have to ask why you returned, Ty. Good news travels fast; I must have received five phone calls yesterday from the boys at the park.

Congratulations... you're a very lucky young man to have the love of someone like Cinda."

"Thank you, sir. We'd like to know when you can marry us. We'd like to do it this week so we can return to indiana before school starts next Monday. I have our license right here." I held it out for him to see.

"I need to make a copy, Ty. Let me check my calendar." He retreated to the back of the store, returning a minute later with a worn leather book and my original of the license. "Hmmm..I could do it Wednesday at ten," he continued after flipping through several pages. Yes...I'll have to get one of the clerks in to cover for me, but I'm sure he'll be willing for such a good cause.

I looked at Cinda. She grinned and nodded. "That will be great, Pastor. We'll see you Wednesday." He shook my hand and I led Cinda out. We went straight to the Inglewood Mall. I had a suit that would probably need a good cleaning and pressing since being packed into my suitcase, but I wanted to buy Cinda a new dress for the occasion. She absolutely forbade me buying her any kind of wedding gown claiming it would be a colossal waste of money. I found it much more difficult to ignore her than my grandfather. We agreed on a nice off-white dress and a pair of medium heels. Cinda had never worn heels before, watching her walk in them would have been funny if I wasn't hopelessly in love with her.

We made one more stop before leaving-a jewelry store where we

selected matching wedding bands. We saw several we liked, but Cinda fell in love with a set with two intertwined ropes of 18-karat gold. They had two in our sizes so I paid for thern with my credit card and we walked out, huge smiles on our faces. I checked the yellow pages on my phone and once we were out into the parking lot I drove us to a nearby clinic.

Cinda completed the forms and we waited to be seen. It was almost an hour later that we were shown to an exam room. A nurse practitioner walked in a few minutes later. We explained what we wanted and Cinda hopped up onto the table for a quick exam. A nurse entered a few minutes later with a long-needled syringe. The contraceptive implant was under the skin in Cinda's torso a few minutes later. I paid the bill based on a sliding income scale and we walked out ecstatic in the knowledge that we could do away with the condoms in just another month.

We found a small family restaurant where we enjoyed a light lunch before driving to Cinda's school. She withdrew, asking for a copy of her transcript for use once we were in Indiana. We met Monroe at the close of school before he went to football practice. "We came to ask if you would be best man at our wedding. It'll be Wednesday morning at the church."

"I don't know, I'll have to check my social calendar." We all laughed

until Monroe became serious. I'd be honored, Ty. No school."

Cinda commented, "We saw Rev. Robbins this morning. I'm going

to ask Juanita. She'll have to miss school like I'm doing today, but I'm sure she will" Monroe grinned. "Good choice, she's really hot. I think she'll have a lot of company. You know how many kids like you and Ty both." I laughed, but Cinda groaned. She knew her brother too well. We piled into the rental and drove to Cinda's home. Monroe Came in about two hours later then showered and changed. Momma was already ready. I phoned Grandma and she insisted we all come to her house for a brief visit. That's what we did.

If I anticipated any difficulty between Grandma and Mamma or Monroe I would have been disappointed. Apparently, Grandpa was the only bigot in our family. Grandma served wine to Momma and iced tea to Monroe while Cinda and I showered and changed. We left a bit before six, driving back to Morgan City to Morgan's, a restaurant that Grandma had suggested. Being a Monday she doubted we'd need a reservation, even for five. It was a good choice with a variety of meat and traditional seafood and Creole dishes. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. I drove home, dropping Momma and Monroe before returning to Grandma's. I flopped on the couch, sated from my huge dinner. Grandma actually laughed when Cinda sat in my lap.

"You may be full, Ty, but I think Cinda is still hungry."

"I am, Grandma, but not for food." I doubted I could have been redder after Cinda's remark. "That's the problem with being white, Ty. You show every emotion on your face." Then to make me feel better she kissed me long and hard right in front of my grandmother. I was really red when Cinda broke it.

"Uh...let's watch TV, I said, hoping to shift attention from my embarrassment. It didn't work-not at all. Cinda kissed me again and Grandma tousled my hair as she excused herself to bed. Looking up at Cinda I whispered, "It's a good thing love you. You are going to get me into so much trouble." I pulled her back for another kiss as she told me she agreed completely.

To Be Continued....