Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E26

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E26

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

"Like you?"

"You must be Ty. Your grandmother told me you'd say that. I saw you on ESPN-quite the accomplishment."

"I thought it was lousy basketball" I replied. "Basketball is the quintessential team game."

"Yes..uh, well I suppose we should just move on. I'll deal with the smaller bequests first. Let's see...okay, here we are. I bequeath to my good friend Joanna Oates the sum of $500,000. I thought Momma would faint. "To my favorite granddaughter-in-law, Lucinda Marie Oates Feldner, I bequeath the sum of $1,000,000 in the hope that she will spend it frivolously. To the Church of the Good Shepherd I bequeath the sum of $5,000,000, knowing that my good friend Ralph Robbins will use it well for the congregation." I looked over at Rev. Robbins; he had a tear in his eye. "Now to the two major heirs-Ty, your grandmother bequeathed you a trust of $40,000,000. You will receive $10,000 each month until your twenty-fifth birthday when the trust expires and the money is completely yours. The trust is a means of avoiding the estate tax. Why the federal government would create a tax that any lawyer with half a brain can overcome is something I'll never understand. Martha the remainder of the estate which I estimate at $50,000,000 goes to you, also in a trust with the total becoming available to you at age fifty. You will receive $25,000 every month. Any questions?"

"Yes, I do. Who manages the trust and how much does he get?"

"Your grandmother warned me about you, Ty-very good questions. I will manage both trusts until I die then my associate Sam Davis will take over, and yes, Ty-he's a lot younger than am. The firm will receive $125,000 annually for your trust and $200,000 for your mother's. We will hire a financial advisor your grandmother has approved to manage the actual investments. He's from Baton Rouge. I'll provide you with all the necessary details in due time. I'd like to add that Emma was a very old friend. I knew this day was coming, but I prayed it would be well in the future."

He shook our hands and we left, back to what still thought of as Grandma's house although it now belonged to my mom. We

changed into our dress clothes, went out for lunch, and arrived at the funeral home by two for the first session of the wake. Rev.

Robbins took Cinda and me aside before we entered. "You'll see your grandmother's body in the coffin. It can be a bit

overwhelming, especially the first time. Remember that it's only her shell. She was much more than her physical being.

she has set." I dried my eyes and returned to Cinda's side. She hugged me, kissed my cheek, and squeezed my hand. I prayed she'd never let me go.

The interment was private for family only. I learned then that many of the graves in the area were above ground due to the low elevation-we were less than ten feet above sea level- and high water table. The limousine pulled to a stop next to a large marble crypt with the name "Walker" carved into the stone. "Your grandfather had this built for himself, Ty," Rev. Robbins mentioned quietly. "I guess he never thought he'd run into someone like you."

"Yeah, this looks like it's much too good for him, but it's not nearly good enough for Grandma." Cinda's arms around me held me up. I needed her support more now than ever. Thank God the ceremony was brief. We returned to the house where Cinda and I were able to change into more comfortable clothes while we met with many of Grandma's friends who stopped by. There was food and drink aplenty as we began to move on with our lives.

Monroe drove us up to Baton Rouge and the airport Sunday around noon. Soon we were back home; I drove straight to Kenny's house. Fred was thrilled to see us, licking our hands and wagging his tail as Kenny told us about Friday's game. "Bottom line-we lost, but I think it was a good experience for us. Most of us rely on you too much. We played hard and well, but we lost it at the end by three."I was actually pleased, I knew we'd murder them if we met in the league tournament

We were back in the house with all of Fred's stuff and were relaxing for the first time in more than a week when Cinda spoke, "I was shocked that Grandma left me money. I have no idea what to do with it."

"I'd like to suggest you keep it in your own account. You read what Grandma told you spend it frivolously. Buy expensive clothes or shoes or whatever. If there's one thing I know-you deserve the best.

"You know, Ty I grew up poor so I can't really conceive of so much money. I'd buy maybe two or three outfits a year and they'd have to last. Shoes? Some of mine are five years old. I just don't know if 1 can spend so carelessly."

"I know how you are, you're thrifty, but keep in mind that we now have more than fifty million dollars. That's much more than anyone needs. I'm inclined to give most of it away to charity. We'll keep enough to take care of you and our children if something was to happen to me, but the rest we'll donate to charity."

"Gee, Ty I never gave any thought to having a family."

"I think it's a long way off-after we finish college. That has to come first." Cinda agreed with a familiar twinkle in her eye. I put Fred out then joined her in our bedroom. We showered together before falling into bed to make the most passionate love together. We fell asleep eagerly looking forward to going to school again. I had survived the ordeal. Cinda was right; we'd done it together.

The alarm woke us, but I needed to take a minute. "Thank you, Cinda. Thank you for everything. I love you."

"I love you, too-but you don't have to thank me, Ty. You would have done the same for me. Isn't that what being married is all about- supporting and helping each other? You've helped me plenty of times. All I did was return the favor. Enough talking, kiss me and let's get up. We need to get to school. We hustled into the shower, my hands on her butt as she giggled all the way. We walked into school an hour later. It was great to be back.

We won Tuesday's game easily and went on a winning streak that ended only when the season had ended with another state championship. We hosted a party for the team the following Saturday night. Of course, there were a few fellow students who tried to crash the party, but Kenny and I were able to convince them otherwise. It was a great time either in spite of or because of the lack of alcohol. Cinda and I had finished the cleanup and were in the shower when I had a sense of déjà vu. "I know something you don't." Cinda told me as I soaped up her butt crack.

"Oh.. you mean about Kenny and Mandy getting engaged?"

She gave me a look of amazement. "How? I know Kenny didn't say anything. Mandy swore me to secrecy."

"I don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure it out. Kenny isn't college bound. His dad owns a very successful custom woodworking business and it's always been his wish to join his dad once he graduates. He and Mandy are great together so I simply added two and two..."

"And got four-really, Ty you are amazing. Now let's go to bed so I can feel just how amazing you can really be." A minute later I found myself kneeling between her legs as she rubbed my hard cock into her slit while I bent forward to lick, suck, and nibble her

swollen nipple.

Cinda pulled on my cock, telling me, "Now, Ty-please give it to me

now!" I pushed and slowly entered Cinda's body. I was never able now!" I pushed and slowly entered Cinda's body. I was never able to drive into her in a single thrust. She was just so tight, of course, I loved it just as I loved her. Five thrusts later I was seated deeply within her slender body. Cinda's face showed her rapture then it showed how hard she was working. She rotated her hips to bend my organ and create the friction we'd both need to complete our journey. With Cinda, getting there was at least half the fun.

We moved together for almost ten minutes when I noticed tiny changes in Cinda's body-tremors running the length of her body, changes in her breathing, in how she gripped my body, in her loss of coordination until all three came together in a massive convulsion that shook her like a rag doll. There would have been a loud scream-loud enough that our neighbors would have called the police-had I not covered her mouth with mine. The highlight of this for me occurred when her cunt gripped me so tightly that I had no alternative-l came in a mammoth torrent that drowned her poor pussy in my cream. Moving very slowly I slid off Cinda to lie next to her until she moved into our sleeping position with her head on my shoulder, her crotch pressing into my thigh and leaking my seed badly.

"Ty," she whispered, "ever think about doing it in my ass?"

"No, but the idea has a certain appeal. You know how much I love your ass."

"I think I'll have to do some research on the net. Jennifer told me how much she loves it."

"You're kidding, when did she tell you that-tonight...at the party?"

Yeah, she said she gets great orgasms, but doesn't have to worry about getting pregnant. In fact, she told me she's still a virgin."

I had to laugh. "You've got to be kidding-she takes it in the ass, but she's still a virgin. That's incredible." I kissed my wife's head and closed my eyes. Fred dutifully stuck his nose into Cinda's neck then came around so I could pet him. The three of us were asleep seconds later.

Nobody was at all surprised three weeks later when I was again named Indiana's Mr. Basketball. Two weeks after that I was named the AP's player of the year and then earned the same honor from Parade Magazine. I turned down the opportunity to play in the McDonald's game as I did last year. I'd had another outstanding year averaging 34.4 points, 12.5 assists, and 15.1 rebounds a game. I also had excellent figures for steals and blocks. I was the first player in state history to score more than 3500 points in my career.

Cinda and I flew back to Baton Rouge during our Easter break to find a house. We wanted to rent, but could buy if necessary. Grandma's will had cleared probate. Cinda had received a certified check for a million dollars and my $10,000 a month had begun earlier that month, Coach Beamon referred us to a local realtor who was a huge LSU booster. We didn't care for any of the rentals -they were either run-down or in what we considered a bad neighborhood. Several were on busy streets. Truthfully, we didn't want to be in a "student area" where we'd have drinking and a lot of noise. We decided then to buy. We found a nice foreclosure with three bedrooms and two full baths on a quiet cul-de-sac. The house was two years old, but had never been occupied. We got a good deal and arranged for carpeting and a fence to be installed before moving in over the summer. The realtor said she'd monitor both for us

My final surprise came at the annual awards program. Cinda and I went to dinner with Mom and Dad before driving to school. We told them of our plans for my inheritance before dinner. "I plan to give away at least a million every year once I'm twenty-five. By then I'm sure I'll have at least fifty-five million. Who needs that much money?"

"I'm not surprised Ty, not even a little," Mom commented, "and you owe me a trip to Hawaii, Todd. Your dad and I had a little bet and I just won." We were seated together in the eighth row when Mr. Henderson opened the program. First on the agenda were the letters and other awards for each of the sports. I received my letterman's sweater with the thought that I'd probably never wear it in Baton Rouge. Next were the most valuable player trophies. I already had two so wasn't surprised to receive my third. "Might as well stick around, Ty," Mr. Henderson announced. Now I was surprised as an easel with something big and covered with a black cloth was brought out onto the front of the stage.

"Ty, you've set so many records and were the major force in bringing the school two state championships, the only ones in our brief history. The Board of Education has voted unanimously to retire your number." The drape was lifted from the easel to reveal my jersey-number 24 with my name in bold red letters-mounted and framed along with all the records and honors printed below. There were three game photos on each side. It was a totally unexpected honor. I stood there red-faced in front of the SRO crowd that gave me a standing ovation. I was pulled to the podium where I thanked my teammates and coaches, and mostly Cinda and my parents for their undying support. I shook Mr. Henderson's

hand again and returned to my seat where Cinda embarrassed me further by kissing me deeply in front of everyone present. The final awards were for Valedictorian and Salutatorian. Both recipients were named Feldner. I beat Cinda by less than a single percentage point-98.7 to 97.9. I could see Mom and Dad beaming.

Cinda and I had done nothing but study for the past month and we'd continue until the end of school. Advanced Placement courses can result in college credit, but to get it a student would have to do well on the annual exams. Exam papers were graded from zero to five; only the two highest-four or five-would earn college credit. I'd never received anything lower than five. Cinda had some fours before we were married, but only fives thereafter. Each of us had enough credits for almost an entire academic year.

Finally, after hundreds of hours of study, it was time for graduation. I had tried for weeks to learn what Cinda was going to speak about. However, she refused to give even the slightest hint. "You'll have to wait just like everyone else, she commented with more than a giggle. We were seated in the gymnasium, the graduates in folding chairs and the guests in the bleachers. Mom and Dad along with Momma and Monroe had choice seats thanks to our accomplishments.

Mr. Henderson had just finished his introductory remarks when Cinda was called to the podium for her speech. "I believe that life is a journey, one that is shaped by the decisions we make. It was almost two years ago that I made a momentous and difficult decision that has changed my life's journey forever. I was at our local park in Louisiana watching my brother and his friends playing basketball when this white boy with hair like straw came to play. I'm sorry to tell you that my friends assaulted him with racial jibes and insults. I had a choice then to join in, ignore, or step forward against the others-against my friends-for what was right. That was the choice I made. It was a decision that has changed my life completely, leading first to friendship and later to love and marriage to the smartest, most amazing straw-headed young man." Then she told about the consequences-how we studied together, got to know each other, and fell in love. Then she told how our marriage had brought her to Indiana and made her a better, more complete person. She finished by telling how much she looked forward to our future together. How all of us-all our classmates-had so much to look forward to provided we had the courage to make the difficult decisions life would present to us.

I began my speech by comparing life to basketball. I told how

there was little real luck in either, rather that luck was usually the

result of hard work more than anything else. "It's amazing how the

luckiest people are also the hardest workers." also spoke about

our marriage and how, as partners, we had made each other stronger through our refusal to accept anything but the best from each other. I finished jokingly, "I want to thank my wife for rescuing this straw-headed kid that afternoon down in Louisiana. She's saved me physically, spiritually, and emotionally any number of times-when was shot by my grandfather and punched at St. Ann's being the most obvious. She's been the steadiest and most positive influence in my life every single day since then." I returned to my seat, hugged Cinda then, hand in hand, we received our diplomas. We hugged, kissed each other briefly, and applauded as our classmates received theirs.

We hung out for a few weeks, mostly to pack up our belongings for the movers. Our house in Baton Rouge was ready. The realtor had emailed us photos of the carpets and the fence in the back yard. Cinda and I had taken Fred to the vet for his annual shots and we had listened carefully while he explained the problems of having a pet in the south. Mostly, we had to be concerned with fleas that would be present all year long. He suggested some pesticide sprays we could use in our yard and house and some medications we could use on Fred. Finally, he recommended a vet from Baton Rouge, one who had graduated with him.

We finished our packing a few days early so I phoned Kenny to ask if he wanted a day at the lake. He agreed eagerly. Cinda and Fred were in the back seat when picked up Kenny and Mandy. The first thing I noticed was the ring on Mandy's finger. "About time you went public, isn't it?"

"Yeah..I guess, but the main reason is we want to ask you something before you move away. Would you be my best man?"

"Cinda," Mandy asked from her seat next to Cinda, "would you be matron of honor? Although I have kind of a hard time seeing you as matronly."

"We agree," Cinda said for both of us. She and Mandy spent the rest of the trip and most of the day discussing the wedding plans. We swam and played with Fred until the sun had almost set. Then we left, driving home where we said good-bye to Kenny and Mandy with hugs and kisses, inviting them to visit us in our new home.

The movers came two days later, emptying our small house in only a few hours. We went then to stay with my parents until the weekend. We had a good time with them although our sexual escapades were somewhat subdued due to their presence. I noted with a grin that they had never rented their new apartment over the barn.

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.

NOTE: I will begin to post the further adventures of Ty and Cinda in Baton Rouge and at LSU within the next Couple of days or Week.

I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

To Be Continued...