Chapter 4: Grandpa’s Here!

I’m beginning to think that Grandpa isn’t the only perv in my family. I spent the day looking at the crotch of every guy teacher. I even ran into the girl’s room, into one of the stalls, to masturbate. It doesn’t matter, because I can do that all day long. Ha, ha, ha. I know, right?

Finally, the 3:00 bell! I run for the school bus and I find a seat but I can’t help myself. I’m squirming all the way to my stop. I run to the house and ... Grandpa’s car is parked in the driveway. He’s still driving what he calls his ‘vintage vette’, although I’ve never understood what that means. No matter; he’s here. I run to the front door, throw it open and yell “Grandpa, I’m home!”

He comes running to greet me. “Megan, Megan, it’s so good to see you, child” and he throws his arms around me and we hug. He gives me a big kiss on my lips. He never has that old person smell and his breath is always sweet. Wait. Was that his tongue?

“Grandpa, I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve missed you so much.” I kiss him back.

“I’ve missed you, too, sweetie. How have you been? Wait, lemme look at you.” He pulls away and looks me up and down in my school clothes. My skirt is hiked up pretty high and I’m showing a lot of my thighs. That’s how we wear them at school. “My God, Megan! How you’ve grown. What are you now, 14?”

“Yes, Grandpa. I’m 14. And yeah, I’ve grown.” It’s like he doesn’t know what to look at first: my new boobs, my hips or my legs. Ha, ha.

“Damn, Megan You sure have. You’re taller and you have breasts and hips now”, as he eyes me like the loveable ol’ perv that he is. “And look at those legs! Are you still playing sports?”

“All the time, Grandpa. I’m captain of the softball team and the bowling team.”

“That’s Grandpa’s good girl. All your mother wanted to do growing up was read and for you that had to have been sooo boring.” I roll my eyes, showing him how much I agree with him.

I drop my book bag onto the dining room table and smooch up to him for another big hug. I put my arms around him and lean into him.

“Any boyfriends, Meg?” Grandpa asks casually-on-purpose. “Still seeing Billy?”

“No one special, Grandpa. I mean I’ve had dates an’ all and although I’m still a virgin, I’ve kind of, ya know, made out with some of the boys but no one special.”

“Is that right? Well, before the weekend is over you’ll have to tell me about this making out business. Do your parents know you’ve been fooling around with the boys?”

“God, no, Grandpa! That stuff is private; although I’m not sure they care. But as long as you’re interested, I guess I’d like your thoughts on some things about sex, you know, like blow jobs, giving good hand jobs and intercourse? Maybe later, OK?”

There’s a gleam in his eyes. “Sure thing, honey.”

“So we have the weekend to ourselves”, he says, rubbing his hands together. “What would you like to do? Wait. I know. Why don’t we watch some TV, like we used to?”

“Cool. What should we watch?”

“Well, honey. I brought along some videos from a special private collection I have.”

He reaches into his bag, which is lying on the floor and pulls out a flash drive. There’s a gleam in his eye. Now what do ya suppose he’s got there?

“You’re a big girl, now, Megan but let me ask you something: Do you ever look at the pornos on your computer?”

I think I’m blushing but I don’t keep secrets from Grandpa. “I, uhh, well, sure. I mean, we all do, Gramps. Everyone does.”

“Right. That’s what I figured. Well, my special porn collection, you can’t buy in stores or see online.”

“Like what, Grandpa?” He’s got me really, really curious.

“So the first one here” as he plugs the flash drive into the back of the TV, “is called ‘Grandpa’s Good Girl’. Why don’t I put it on, so we can watch it together?”

“Geeze, Gramps. ‘Grandpa’s Good Girl’? It sounds kinda boring but sure ... put it on if you’d like. Can I sit on your lap while we watch it? But I’m bigger now and heavier and I don’t want to hurt you.”

He smiles. “No problem, honey. I was hoping you hadn’t forgotten that we watched TV a lot together. Ha, ha.”

He grabs the remote and takes a seat on the couch. I kick off my saddle shoes and move to sit on his lap but he stops me.

“One sec, Megan. I have something else in my bag.”

He reaches down to his bag and pulls out a bottle of something. It looks like booze.

“What’s that, Grandpa?”

“It’s tequila, sweetie. You’re a big girl now, so I thought it’d be OK to share a drink with you. You have had liquor before, haven’t you? What do ya say?”

“Well, yeah, of course I have, Grandpa. (Once or twice.) Sure let’s go for it!”

“That’s the spirit, Grandpa’s good girl.” Realy?

I turn to the kitchen to get a couple a glasses, when...”

“Let’s rough it, Megan. Right out of the bottle. Come on over here and sit on yer ol’ Grandpa’s lap”, as he pats his thigh.

I sit on his lap and move my tush around, till I’m comfortable. “I’m not too heavy, am I Grandpa?”

“No, darlin’. You’re just fine.” I know the effect of my tush on Grampa’s dick.

He puts the bottle to his lips and takes a big gulp. He hands it to me and I do the same. I almost gag. “Whoa, that’s strong.”

“After the second swig you won’t even notice how strong it is.”

It didn’t take much. My head was already spinning but I was ready for my second gulp. I asked him, “So what’s the deal with ‘Grandpa’s Good Girl’, Grandpa? Is this some kinda Mary Poppins thing?”