Chapter 1: Why Stephanie Ran Away

I was asleep in bed when my daughter Valerie called. It was about 11 p.m. on a Thursday night. I’m 68 years old and I don’t stay up late any more. Valerie knows that and wouldn’t call so late unless it was an emergency. The urgency in her voice drove the sleep right out of my head.

“Have you seen Stephanie?” she demanded franticly.

“Stephanie? No, why...”

“No one knows where she is ... She had a huge fight with Brad this afternoon and we haven’t seen her since.”

Stephanie is my 14-year-old granddaughter, the daughter of Valerie and her husband Brad. She’s my favorite grandchild, in part because she was named after my wife who passed away two months before she was born.

“Oh,” I said, probably sounding stupid. “Well, where could she...” (still stupid).

“I thought maybe she went to your house. She’s always felt safe with you.”

“No, I haven’t seen or heard from her!” Now I was anxious too. My little Stephanie! Well, not so little any more; she had blossomed into quite a woman this past summer. She still kept her blond hair short, but now she had those curves that drive men to distraction.

“Is Ranger with her?” I asked hopefully. Ranger is her dog; she’d be safe with him. Half Labrador and half German Shepherd, he was very protective and a little scary.

“No!” Valerie wailed, “Brad locked him up in the garage and won’t let him out!”

That didn’t make sense. “What was the fight about?” I asked. Maybe it had something to do with the dog.

“I don’t know! Brad won’t tell me! All I heard was a lot of yelling and slamming doors. The next thing I know, Stephanie’s nowhere to be found. We searched everywhere! All the secret hiding paces she used to have, too.”

“Have you looked around the neighborhood? Maybe she’s at the school.” I know kids sometimes hang out on the playground or in the bleachers at night.

“Yes! We looked everywhere. We called all her friends. Nobody’s seen her!”

“I’ll go out and drive around ... maybe she’ll see me...” I was grasping at straws. “Did you call the police?” Why hadn’t I thought of that before?

“Yes. They took her description, but they said they can’t make it a missing-person until 24 hours!’ Valerie was crying now.

“Don’t worry,” I said lamely, wanting to comfort my dear daughter. “I’m going now. I’ll find her.” I hoped she didn’t detect my false confidence.

After I’d driven around for about 25 minutes, I gave up and drove back home. And there she was! She was sitting on the glider on my front porch!

“Can I spend the night?” she spoke as I got out of the car, before I had a chance to say anything.

I loped up the porch steps and took her into a big hug. “Yes, of course, but I’m calling your mom first. Everyone’s worried sick about you!” I held her at arms length to give her an admonishing look despite my overwhelming relief.

“I’m not going back there!” she retorted vehemently.

“You don’t have to, honey,” I soothed. “Let’s go inside. I’ll tell your mom you’re okay and then you can tell me all about it.”

When I’d called Valerie and gotten Stephanie settled on the couch with a cup of instant cocoa, she told me what had happened. It was shocking! She was very frank with me and quite calm. She cuddled up against me as she told the tale, which helped ease the shock.

“Dad walked in on Ranger and me,” she said. I was puzzled, but before I could ask, she blithely went on, speaking very matter-of-factly. “I had his dick in my mouth.”

I gasped. She could tell I was shocked, but she went on talking as I caught my breath. She’s a bright girl and clearly anticipated all my questions.

“I like sucking cocks. I’ve sucked a few boys before and one of my friends’ dads. But I mostly like sucking Ranger’s cock. He was my first.”

Again, before I could ask, she continued, “I’ve been sucking his cock for a couple of months. Almost every day.” She twisted her torso to look up at me, smiling beatifically. “It’s so delicious!” she said dreamily.

Her reverie gave me a chance to speak. “What happened when he caught you?”

Her face clouded. “He went ballistic! He screamed at me and yanked my arm really to pull me ff of him ... and he kicked Ranger really hard. And then he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away. I chased after them. I yelled too, ‘Ranger is my dog! You can’t take him away from me,’ or something like that, and he was yelling at me, calling me a slut and a whore and threatening to lock me up, so I ran away.” She paused. The anger in her eyes took on a sad tinge. “I hate him. I just hate him now.”

“Whatever made you want to put his penis in your mouth?” I asked cautiously.

“I’ve wanted to suck cock ever since I saw mom and dad doing it. It looked so fun! I like to look at dad’s cock. Not that I get to much. I sometimes hide where I can see it, and this one time mom came in and put her mouth on it. That’s what I want to do. To suck my dad’s cock. And then, one day I saw Ranger’s cock. It’s different, but it’s kinda the same. So I got him to lie down and I started rubbing his belly and stuff until he let me put my hand on his sheath. Then I ribbed and squeezed it till his dick started poking out...” Her eyes became dreamy again as she told me this.

I couldn’t help picturing the scene in my mind as she described it. I shifted position a little to ease the tightness in my crotch.

“It was so shiny and red,” she continued dreamily. “Just the pointy tip was showing at first, like a cherry candy. I leaned over and licked it. It tasted salty. And it grew; more of it came out. And I smelled him - it’s stronger there by his balls. I like his smell; I was used to it ‘cause I hug him all the time. I petted his furry sheath and I felt his big balls with my hand. It made me so horny! I was so wet and I wanted to rub my pussy, so I got up to take off my shorts and he got up too and started nosing and licking my pussy! His tongue is so big! It felt amazing! I’ve kissed him before - I’ve felt tongue in my mouth - but nothing ever felt like this!”