Chapter 3: Getting Ready For Grandpa

It’s morning and I’m so psyched. I’m in the shower and darn, if I’m not all hot and bothered again. I train the shower nozzle on my little bud while I fantasize about being here with Grandpa, who, I think, probably still thinks I’m his naive little sex toy. I love him but I know Grandpa is a perv. I also know that I’ve been aware of what he’s been doing with me since I was in the 4th grade. I continue with the shower spray on my pussy lips and my clit and ... oh, oh, oh ... oh yeahhh, here it comes again. Ha, ha, ha. I almost double over. Yeah, that was fun. Grandpa really does it for me. I really love that old man. Yummies :)

I know he’ll be at our house before I get home from school, so I decide what I’m going to wear for him. I go to my underwear drawer. White panties again? Naa. Something different. Lacy red? Na, too obvious. Ah, a pair of pink cotton, with a little bow in the front, at the pink, elastic waistband. As I pull them on, I look down at the hair covering my pussy and I smile. The last time Grandpa was here was two years ago and I had only a little downy covering. Now I have a full triangle of dark hair there. Hey, I’m 14 now.

Now I look for a bra. I’m a 32-B but my breasts are firm and straight. No need for one of those awful, hard bras that feel like you could make buildings with them. I can wear something softer ... sexier ... a little more revealing. I pick out something white, soft and a little lacy. ‘Yeah, that’s it’, I say to myself, as I slip my arms through the straps and I hook it up in the back, like a 14 year old does. I look at myself in the mirror and feel myself through the thin material of the bra. I tweak my nipples, which get hard. Yeah, Grandpa’s gonna like this.

I pull on a pair of white sox, button up my white blouse and step into my academy skirt. I hunt for my saddle shoes and find them under the bed.

Since he’s coming today, I guess I should explain a little more about our relationship. It’s not like I don’t like the boys. I’ve been dating and making out with boys for a couple of years. I let them feel me up and even put their hands under my school skirts and inside my panties to get at my pussy. They finger me; I jerk them off. Teenage boys fingering my 14 year old pussy. I don’t see anything wrong with it. They enjoy it and I enjoy it. I also like feeling and holding their cocks and I’ve given hand jobs and blow jobs. I don’t want a reputation, so I’m not an “everybody’s” but when it’s right, I go for it. I know what boys like ... they wanna touch me ... plus they all want to fuck me but I won’t let them. That’s because I’m saving myself for Grandpa.

I don’t know how old I was when it started but it was years ago. As soon as he came over, he would sit on the couch to watch TV on our big screen and I would make a bee-line for his lap. I never knew it in those early times but the bump in his lap was his boner. And while I never thought much about it, I seemed to understand that when I moved my tush around, the bump would respond. It tickled and it was fun, so I did it a lot. Except not so much when my parents were in the room. Somehow ... I never knew how ... our little bump and tushy moves were not to be shared with my parents. Nor would we share anything else we did with my parents ... like Grandpa touching me or showering with me or sleeping with me. It was all between me an’ my Gramps.