Abby’s mom, Dawn, first agreed to let Abby have a pajama party with her best friends, Lisa and Emma, when the girls were fifteen. Now the girls were almost eighteen, and it was an annual event every December. And since the girls were older and a bit more responsible, Abby’s mom didn’t feel like she needed to be around to chaperone the event, so when the pajama party fell on the weekend she was scheduled to be out of town for a business meeting, she told Abby it was OK to have the party on the usual night, the first Saturday in December. Dawn let her own stepdad (Abby’s step-grandpa), Ted, know that she would be out of town, and that Abby and her friends would be having the party. Dawn told her dad that Abby would call him if she had any problems or needed help.

Ted loved his step-granddaughter Abby and was happy to be available for any help she might need. As Abby had grown up from a cute little girl to a smoking hot teenager, Ted had come to enjoy even more every opportunity he had to spend time with Abby. He had especially come to appreciate pool parties where she would invite her nubile teenage friends. His fantasies were stoked from summer afternoons around the pool with Abby and her friends, as they played and showed off their hot young bodies in the skimpiest of bikinis. He had also taken Abby and a few of her friends out on his boat during the summer months, enjoying the sight of the cute teenagers, often dressed to show off their budding tits and their tight teen asses.

Abby, at nearly eighteen, still looked a little younger then her age. She had always been a redhead, and over the last year her red hair had softened to a reddish-brown, which she cut in a cute, short layered cut that accentuated her cute face, button nose, and green eyes. She had grown over the last year, and now was almost 5’ 8” tall, with long sexy legs, and a tiny bubble butt that was firm and toned from cross-country running. Her chest had also filled out, and her boobs were now healthy b-cups, round and firm with prominent nipples. Abby could go braless if she wanted, as her tits stood out proudly from her young chest, without a hint of sag. They were, quite literally, perfect breasts, round, conical, and perky- the sort of tits that seemed to beg to be sucked and handled.

Abby had invited just her two closest friends to the party, Lisa and Emma. Lisa was almost the same size and shape as Abby, thin and about 5’7”, with pale blond hair that she also cut short, in an easy layered cut like Abby. At seventeen, Lisa also had the sort of perfect, firm little A/B-cup size titties that stood out proudly from her chest without the support of a bra, and filled out a bikini top in a most erotic fashion. Emma was the other friend Abby had invited, who was also blond with longer hair tied into twin ponytails on each side of her cute face. Emma was a little taller than the other two girls, with a slightly more grown-up body. Emma’s tits were closer to a C-cup but still firm and perky. Her legs were long and slim, and her ass was also firm and tight from running cross-country with Abby.

After hearing that he was the designated adult contact for Abby while her mom was out of town, Ted decided send Abby a text the day Dawn left town, and let her know he would be available, should anything come up that might require his assistance.

Ted: “I’ll be around all weekend, Abby. If you need anything, just let me know!”

Abby: “You’re the best, grandpa- love you!”

On Saturday night, Lisa and Emma showed up at 4:30, and the girls giggled and talked until they decided to order a pizza at 5. When the pizza arrived, they each had a couple of slices, along with beers that Abby swiped from her mom’s stash. By the time they finished the pizza and beer they were all giggly and loud, and decided it was time for the annual “fashion show” that had become a regular part of the annual pajama party. The “fashion show” was when the girls tried on any new clothes that they had gotten for Christmas, usually combined with items that Abby’s mom had put in storage in the guest room closet. The stored items included old clothes from her late 60’s “hippy days,” as well as odds and ends from her years of clubbing before she was married. Some of those old clothes were classic 60’s and 70’s chic, often baring lots of skin. Wearing the old hippy outfits, along with their latest gift bras, panties and bikinis, always brought the girls to wild giggling fits, where they laughed, pointed at each other, and ended up doubled over in giddy laughter.

At the end of the fashion show, it was traditional for the girls to put on their PJs, spend the next few hours watching movies, and stretch out on the shag carpet floor of Abby’s basement rec room. The rec room had a couch, but Abby and her friends preferred lying on the bright neon-colored, oversized pillows that covered the floor in front of the big TV screen.

Ted decided he would not wait for Abby to call, but would pop in and see what the girls were up to, and maybe get a look at the hot teens to fuel his fantasies for the next few days. When he got to the house at about 7, the girls were giggling and laughing, and so he simply let himself in, and walked into the kitchen, where all the noise was coming from. The girls were still dressed in street clothes. For girls of 17 or 18, in the late summer, this meant short-shorts or tiny cutoffs, a t-shirt or a camisole, and flip-flops or bare feet. The girls all shrieked when they saw Ted, and Abby jumped up and ran over to give him a big hug. She pressed herself against him, and Ted could feel the firm mounds of her tits against his chest as she hugged him.

“These are my friends, Lisa and Emma, grandpa,” Abby explained, pointing to Lisa then Emma, as the two other girls smiled, and turned back and forth for Ted. Lisa just smiled, and looked down when Ted looked her over, and smiled back. Emma, spoke up.

“Omigod, Abby,” Emma said with a smirk and a wink at Ted, “you never told us your grandpa was such a hunk. I can’t even believe he’s old enough to be a grandpa, ya know? Is he gonna stay and watch our fashion show, huh?”

“Oh yeah, grandpa,” Abby said quickly, “that would be great! Can you stay? Can you, please?”

“I guess I can,” Ted said, pretending to be reluctant.

“Oh, good,” said Abby.

“Yay,” said Emma, “But Lisa and I can’t call you grandpa. What should we call you?”

“My name is Ted,” he said, “so just call me Ted.”

“OK, Ted! Yay, now we’ve got someone to see our fashion show,” Emma exclaimed, grinning and jumping a couple of times, making her ponytails bob, and her tits wobble under her tight camisole top. Clearly, all three girls had reduced inhibitions after downing a couple of beers with their pizza. Ted didn’t mind the blatant flirting, and did nothing to discourage the girls.

“I can’t wait to see the fashion show, especially with such cute models,” Ted said, smiling and winking at Emma, who blushed a bit, but winked back at Ted. “What sort of outfits are you modeling this evening, girls?”

Abby answered, speaking to the other girls as well as grandpa Ted: “We’ll start with the retro fashion- the hippie chicks from the 60’s that you probably remember, grandpa. Then we’ll model the lingerie we got for Christmas, and finally our PJ’s that we’re going to sleep in tonight. OK, girls?”

“Oh, yeah,” Emma yipped, “I love the hippie chick look. I think I was born in the wrong era- I should’ve been a sixties hippie! Ted can tell me if I would have been sexy in the sixties, right Ted?”

“Oh, I’m sure you would have been, Emma,” Ted smiled, and answered honestly, looking over the slim, sexy teenager with her long, muscular legs, and firm, perky tits.

Abby and Lisa had already scampered off toward the guest room and called out to Emma. “C’mon Em, quit flirting with my grandpa, and get in here to get your outfit on.”

“Grandpa, you wait in the living room, and we’ll be out in a minute,” Abby added from the guest room. Ted found a comfortable spot on the couch and waited for the show to begin. His cock began to stiffen as he listened to the loud giggling and laughing of the three nubile teens drifting from down the hall.

“Omigod, Emma,” Abby said as the girls came out, one by one, from the guest room.

“What about Lisa ... And you too,” Emma responded. Ted could only guess what they were talking about, but he didn’t have to wait long.