“Only in California,” I laughed. “The rest of us were pretty conservative and parochial.” We were on our way home from the movies and Ellie looked as sexy as I had ever seen her (well, with clothes on anyway). Her black short shorts rode so low on her hips and tight across her ass that I couldn’t help but picture her neatly trimmed pubic hair, while her light orange top clung seductively to her teenage curves.
“Well, I think taking things slow like that sounds very romantic,” Ellie said. “All my friends want to do is fuck, fuck, fuck with whoever they might like at the moment. I think you and grandma had it right.”
“Me, too,” I looked at her with a renewed respect for her sexual maturity.
“It doesn’t keep a girl from getting horny, though,” she laughed as she pulled out her phone and started texting her friends or playing a game or something else that clearly indicated she didn’t expect an answer from me. Good thing, too because I didn’t have one. What do you say when your sexy granddaughter, who you’ve been peeping on and jacking off over, tells you she’s horny?
“Were you and grandma virgins when you got married?” Ellie asked later that night while we were watching TV. She was sitting in her regular spot on my lap with her head resting on my shoulder.
“No, not when we got married,” I told her.
“But you were each others’ firsts, right?” she asked.
“First, last and always,” I answered with a quote that Helen and I used with each other all the time. I said it without even thinking about it.
“That’s nice,” she smiled. “Tell me about the first time, Paw-paw. Where were you and what was it like?”
“Not tonight, Ellie. I think we’ve had enough questions for today. Let’s just watch TV tonight, okay?”
“Sure, Paw-paw,” she answered, squirming around on my lap and pulling my left arm more tightly around her until it was resting just under her left breast. “Thank you for answering all my questions today, “she said quietly. “You’re the best.”
“Nothing but the best for you,” I teased.
“I know,” she said, pulling my hand to her lips and kissing my palm. “A kiss and a hug,” she said referencing the goodnight ritual we’ve practiced since she was a little girl. After several quick kisses of my palm she hugged my hand against her breast like you would hug a teddy bear. Except this wasn’t a teddy bear and I had a handful of tit again. She sighed deeply, and I felt her breast push against my palm.
I didn’t pull my hand away and it took all my restraint not to fondle her teenage breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her t-shirt was all that was between her breast and my hand. I didn’t know if she could feel my hard-on pressing into her ass but I suspected she could. Ellie moved around a little like she was trying to get comfortable but it was more like she was trying to rub her breast against my hand and her ass against my crotch. I felt her nipple pressing against my palm and I carefully moved my hand in a very slow, nearly imperceptible circle to further stimulate her obviously aroused nipple.
We sat like that for almost an hour, pretending that we were watching TV, while my hand scarcely moved against her taut nipple. My arm was falling asleep but I was damned if I was going to move it. It had been 45 years since I last felt a teenage breast and I would rather have lost an arm than stop caressing Ellie’s firm, young mound. Before I had to make that decision, Ellie announced that she was going to bed. She turned her body towards me, which disengaged my hand from her breast.
“I love you, Paw-paw,” Ellie said, kissing me lightly on the lips. It wasn’t a lover’s kiss but it felt more sensual than her normal goodnight kiss or maybe that was just because my cock was rock hard against her ass.
“I love you, too, Ellie,” I told her. “See you in the morning.” She slowly swung her legs off the arm of the chair, twisting languidly in my lap until her back was against my chest. While standing up, she momentarily pressed back and my hard-on nestled between her ass cheeks as she paused for a yawn.
“See you in the morning,” she said, finally standing up. Her shorts had ridden up between her ass cheeks and perfectly outlined the contours of her sexy ass. I watched her seductive sway until she disappeared down the hallway.
Fuck! What was I doing copping a feel off my own granddaughter? I hadn’t been this horny in years. What the fuck was going on? I rubbed my cock through my shorts and then got up and went to bed. I jacked-off before going to sleep, wondering why Ellie had suddenly started asking all these questions.
I woke up when the bed jostled and turned to see Ellie crawling up on Helen’s side of the bed. It doesn’t matter how long she’s been dead, that will always be Helen’s side of the bed.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Ellie said as she plopped down beside me. She was wearing her sleep shirt and settled on her stomach right next to me. “Are you ready to tell me about your first time with grandma?” she asked, picking right up where we had left off the night before. I thought about it a few minutes and decided to turn the tables on her.
“You first,” I answered. “Tell me about you and Joshua. How far have you two gone?” I asked. If I surprised her, she didn’t show it. She just smiled at me and rolled onto her back.
“Me and Joshua,” she sighed stretching her arms up and clasping her hands behind her head. This had the effect of pulling her nightshirt up to the top of her shapely thighs. I rolled onto my side and leaned up on one elbow to listen to her.
“Well… we’ve been dating for a few months now,” she said and I wondered if she was considering how much to tell me or was just dragging this out to tease me. “We haven’t had sex yet.” This was good but not unexpected news.
“Has he touched your breasts?” I prompted, wondering how much she would disclose.
“Touched? Yes… and… um… teased and sucked.” Ellie closed her eyes as her face flushed with embarrassment. I took advantage of her closed eyes to watch her chest rise and fall, covered only by her thin t-shirt. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples seemed to be tightening as she thought about Joshua sucking on them.
“What else,” I asked when she didn’t continue.
“Well… recently he’s started touching me… you know… elsewhere.”