“Can I at least see where it happened?” she asked, obviously not convinced. We got out of the car and walked hand in hand along the path. The place hadn’t changed as much as I thought it would and I easily found the spot where Helen and I set out our blanket so many years ago.
“Right here?” Ellie asked excitedly, bouncing around the clearing like Tigger in those Winnie-the-Pooh cartoons she used to watch.
“This is the spot,” I answered.
“And you don’t think it would be totally awesome to use this same spot for me?” she asked, tilting her head to one side and slightly down so she was looking at me through her eyelashes.
“Oh Ellie,” I whispered, pulling her into a snug embrace. “It would be fabulous to relive that moment but the truth is, the rocks hurt my back and being on top isn’t really the best position for your first time. I think I can make the experience even better than what we had.”
“Can we just sit here a minute?” Ellie asked, sitting down on the grass without waiting for an answer.
“Sure,” I said, sitting beside her. I put my arm around her as we looked out over the clear blue lake.
“It’s beautiful here,” Ellie whispered, leaning her head against my shoulder. It was and she was right about this spot bringing back wonderful memories, too.
“Paw-paw,” Ellie said. “I know that the first time is going to be special for me and I will remember it for the rest of my life. I want it to be that way for you, too. I want it to be like when you called me Helen when you first told me the story.” I thought about that for a minute.
“That’s a lovely thought, Ellie,” I said. “And I appreciate you wanting to give me such a wonderful gift.”
“It’s not a gift, Paw-paw,” Ellie protested, resting her hand on my thigh. “It’s a trade,” she smiled. “I’m getting what I want, too.”
“Okay, try this argument on,” I continued. “If we do this…”
“Don’t say if, Paw-paw,” Ellie interrupted me.
“Okay, assume we do this…”
“That’s the correct assumption,” she smiled.
“Will you let me finish, please?” I said. Ellie nodded and I tried to frame my argument appropriately. “Remember that your grandmother and I were engaged to be married. If someone had stumbled upon us in our, shall we say, compromised situation they would have been just as embarrassed as we were and gone about their business, right?”
“I guess so.” Ellie answered uncertainly.
“Well, what do you think the reaction would be if someone stumbled upon a sixty-four year old man doing the deed with his high school granddaughter?”
Ellie was very quiet and didn’t look at me for several minutes before she answered.
“I didn’t think about that,” she finally said.
“I think we have to be a little more discreet, don’t you?” I challenged her.
“Okay,” she finally said sounding unconvinced. “But you promise you’re going to do it?” she asked. This was the moment of truth. Was I going to ‘pop her cherry’ as she so eloquently put it? God knows my dick wanted to but I still had misgivings about it.
“I think we’ve already gone way overboard with what we’ve done already,” I told her. “I think we should both think long and hard about this before we make a decision.”
“I think long and hard sounds really good right now,” Ellie teased, as her hand slid up my thigh and cradled my balls with her fingertips.
“You know what I meant,” I answered, somewhat flustered by her aggressiveness.
“And you know what I mean,” she answered, giving my cock a little squeeze.
“When is the next time you’re coming for a visit?” I asked.
“From now on, I’ll always be coming during my visits,” Ellie smiled seductively, picking up on the unintended double entendre. I rolled my eyes at her and kissed her forehead.
We sat there for a few minutes, each of us lost in our own thoughts before I stood and reached my hand out to help her up. We walked back to the car in silence.
“Seriously, Paw-paw,” Ellie said as she buckled her seat belt. “I’m not going to change my mind about this.” I believed her and left the subject alone until we got home.
“I can’t come over next weekend or the weekend after but three weeks from now is when I want to do it, Paw-paw,” Ellie said, turning to me as we entered the living room.
“Ellie,” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and holding her at arms length. “I want you to really think about this…”
“Oh, trust me, Paw-paw,” Ellie interrupted. “That’s all I’ll be thinking about for the next three weeks.”
“Okay, let me rephrase this,” I said, trying to hide my smile. “Will you please reconsider what you’re asking?”
“I will on one condition,” she teased with an exaggerated sigh.
“What’s that?”
“If I can have some more of your lollipop before I go home,” she smiled, pulling her blouse over her head and reaching behind her to unfasten her bra.
“Ellie, I don’t know if I’ve got anything left,” I responded.
“There’s only one way to find out,” she said, dropping her clothes on the floor beside the couch.
“Well, alright,” I feigned an exaggerated sigh of my own.
“Did you and grandma ever, um… do this in the living room?” she asked while gesturing to me to take my clothes off too.
“Did grandma ever give me a blowjob in the living room?” I asked rhetorically. “Yes, she did.”
“Don’t you think that’s a funny thing to call it?” Ellie asked as I dropped my underwear next to her shorts. “I mean you don’t actually blow anything and the word job sort of infers that it’s a chore which it certainly isn’t.”
“I don’t know where the term originated,” I answered.
“Well, I’m not going to use it,” she pronounced as she pushed me down into my chair. “Did you and grandma ever do it to in this chair?” she asked as she knelt in front of the chair.
“Yes,” I answered as Ellie settled herself between my legs. “She was kneeling just like you are now,” I answered, amazed again at how similar they looked, especially like this.
“I’m going to call it licking my lollipop rather than a blowjob,” she announced as she grasped my semi-erect cock in her hand. “Would you like a lollipop lick, Paw-paw?” she grinned while stroking my cock to a surprising hardness.
“Do you promise to reconsider?” I asked as if I would actually decline her offer.
“Long…” Ellie stretched my cock out to its fullest as she stroked her hand up and down the length. “And hard,” she said, squeezing the base of my rigid cock for emphasis. “That’s how I’ll reconsider it, Paw-paw,” she was almost giggling as she moved her mouth over the head of my cock.
“Oh God!” I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, drifting into a la-la land where my personal teenage cocksucker ministered to my needs with her newly acquired skills. Apparently practice does make perfect. Ellie was practicing enough this weekend to give me the perfect blowjob and it felt heavenly. One hand gently stroked my balls as her other hand pumped me in and out of her hot mouth.