A Lost Love

Author's Note:

This is a story of lesbian love. It is intended to be a work of romance and unremitting love between two women, one older and one younger. It does not contain any extreme sex; however, I have included a mild fetish. If you are looking for anything more kinky, then please try other stories more suitable for your desires. I have written other works which may suit you better. This story does, however, involve incest between a grandmother and her granddaughter.

Acknowledgement:

I would like to thank Kenji Sato for assisting with the editing of this story. Your efforts are much appreciated.

Chapter 1

"ARE YOU NEARLY READY?" echoes up the stairs, and into my room.

"Yes mum, give me five minutes and I'll be down," I reply.

"Hurry up! Your dad's ready to go, and it's a long journey."

"Okay, okay!"

I should be looking forward to going to university; I was a few weeks ago, until everything went tits up. I'm Katie, by the way, eighteen years old, nineteen in a couple weeks and about to start university. The car is full of as much of my stuff as dad could cram into it, and leaving seats for him-- he's driving-- my mum, and me.

Just the last few bits to gather up, then one last pee and we're off. As I was saying, I should be excited about the next phase of my life, but excitement is the one word that appears to be missing from my expectations right at this moment.

Let me explain. You see, my accommodation at uni had been booked, I was going into the Halls of Residence, meaning that I would be living on campus for the first year, sharing with another student, and being at the 'sharp end' of all the social life. Now don't get me wrong, I am going to uni to learn, but the social life is part of the package, right? One comes with the other, like salt 'n pepper, fish and chips, come on! You get my drift, yeah?

Anyway, we are not the most affluent family around, and paying for course fees as well as accommodation was always going to be tough-- I get all that shit-- and being saddled with loads of debt probably wouldn't the brightest idea, but come on guys, salt 'n pepper, fish and chips, university and a wild social life? Oh well, ain't gonna happen now!

You see my grandma lives in the same city as the university. Yeah, yeah, I get it, my own fault, I know! I should have chosen another uni, but come on, at eighteen, you don't plan for every eventuality, now do you?

How was I supposed to know that Grandad would kick the bucket a few weeks before I was due to start? Not even Nostradamus could have predicted that one... could he have?

So Grandad died and Grandma was upset, normal, yeah? No, Grandma was really upset, I mean mega upset, so upset that Nostradamus would definitely not have predicted this one!

Enter stage left my mum, daughter of said grandfather and grandmother. "Katie, luv?"

That's me by the way, in case you've forgotten already, Katie, nice little Katie, gullible little Katie more like!

"Katie, luv? Sweetheart."

Mum was full of the 'luvs' and 'sweethearts', I could tell straightaway that she was after something, and probably something I wouldn't like.

"Katie, luv? Sweetheart, I have an idea."

Oh shit! I thought, mum's got an idea, now I know I am definitely NOT going to like this!

"Katie, luv? Sweetheart, I have an idea. Now that Grandad is no longer with us and seeing as your grandmother is struggling to cope..."

Notice how it was 'your', MY grandmother now!

"Well... she has a spare room and she doesn't live far from uni and the room won't cost anything..."

"NO, MUM! Bad idea!" I am horrified, my world is being turned upside down and I am not anticipating liking the ride!

"Come, Katie, we can't really afford 'Halls' now can we? and your grandmother really needs someone up there with her."

"No, mum, please don't do this to me!"

"It will work out all right, trust me; you can still have a social life up there, you won't be expected to stay in during the evenings, you can still go out, you know it makes sense."

"No, mum... pleeeease."

Well, I knew then, she would get her way, she always does, gullible little Katie, that's me, and here we are now, car packed and ready to drive off to a fun filled university experience.. with my grandmother!!!

After one stop for the loo and a cup of coffee, we arrive at Grandma's almost four hours later. When dad pulls onto her drive my heart sinks, we should be on campus right now, is my only thought.

Grandma prepares lunch for us, and mum and dad stay for most of the afternoon before saying their goodbyes and starting off on the long drive back.

It's only the first day, and I am missing Sophie already-- she's my girlfriend, by the way. Or should I say-- partner-- maybe that describes her more accurately. I am a lesbian you see, a gay girl, not bi-curious or bisexual, I am a lesbian and proud of it.

I came out to my parents nearly three years ago, although I had known I am lesbian long before that. Even in the twenty-first century, a girl can find it hard to come out to her mum and dad. I needn't have worried, though, they are both fully supportive, much to my surprise. Funny how you can get these preconceptions about others, isn't it? I've never been with a boy, not even kissed one, never wanted to, ever. So, there we have it, my parents know I'm into other girls and not boys, and everything is fine.

Sophie has met my mum and dad and they treat her no differently than they would've done if I had introduced them to a boyfriend. They even let her stay on sleepovers and in my bedroom! I have a lot to thank my parents for, but alas, this evening is not one of those occasions!

If I had been at home, I would go to my room and listen to music lying on my bed. I have brought my music with me, but somehow, leaving Grandma all alone on my first evening with her seems rude. Watching Saturday night TV with your grandmother is mind-bogglingly boring though, believe me.

I pick up my phone and send a WhatsApp to Sophie; she replies straight away, and we have a little chat.

Me: I'm missing you already! xx

Sophie: I'm missing you too. This is going to be hard xxx

Me: I love you darling xxx

Sophie: I love you too xxx

Me: I wish you were here xxx

Sophie: Me too, I'll send something to cheer you up xxx

A few seconds later, Sophie sends me a photo, she must be on her own-- she has taken a photo of her boobs. The caption is, "I miss you playing with them already!"

Me: What the fuck am I doing here! I wish I could suck on those. xxx

Sophie: Send me a picture! xxx

Me: I can't now, Grandma's sitting opposite! :( xx

Sophie: Got to go, going out soon, love you xx

Me: Where?

That is it, the conversation has ended; I am jealous already. Where is she going? Who with? Fuck it, I can't spend the next three years like this! It's Freshers' Week starting Monday, Oh god! It MUST get better than this!

I sit, watching TV with Grandma, the conversation seems limited already. Hardly surprising really, we don't exactly have a lot in common! Why did I agree to doing this? I am beating myself up inside; big time. I start ruing the fact I am not 'in halls' now, fuck the cost, I'd pay for it somehow! I know Grandma's probably lonely, but me? Why me? I am starting to feel selfish, can't blame me, can you?

My grandmother is seventy-eight years old, I found that out on the drive here. I know she is old, but I didn't realise THAT old! That's sixty years older than me! Well, nearly, but we're not going to split hairs over a few months are we? Sixty sounds so much older than fifty-nine, and I'm not in the mood to be considerate. No wonder we don't have much in common. Why is she so much older than me, I hear you ask? Well, because I was an accident, unplanned, not meant to be here, not meant to exist.

I have an older sister who's thirty-one and an older brother who's twenty-nine. Then there's me, nineteen; almost. I came along ten years after my parents had thought they had completed their family. I wasn't wanted then and probably not wanted now! No, that's unfair, mum and dad have supported me and loved me as much as my brother and sister. I would like to know what they said when mum found out she was pregnant again, though!

So my mum and dad are much older than my friends parents and hence my grandmother is getting on a bit!

She's quite spritely, though, her mind is still sharp as a pin and she's looked after herself all these years. She's still fairly active by all accounts, this is the first time I have seen her for probably the best part of a year now. Mum reckons she can still get around fairly well, though. Okay, Grandma is not exactly going to beat me in a hundred-metre sprint, but you know what I mean, she doesn't need a walking stick or frame or anything like that.

She looks old now, though, a lot older even than when I saw her last time. But hey, come on, she is seventy-eight, I hope I'm as fit and healthy as Grandma when I'm her age. I hope I can even get to her age, come to that!

One thing I have noticed since I arrived here, is that she still takes pride in her appearance, in an old-fashioned sort of way. Her hair is completely white, well grey, I suppose, thinning a little, even, but it is clear she still goes to see a hairdresser. She has her hair styled in a sort of old-fashioned way, but one that really suits her. Her face is lined now, wrinkly, I suppose; the years are now showing, but there is still something about her. I bet she had been a stunner in her day, she just has that air about her.

Then there are her clothes. Look, let's be honest, most old folk don't exactly make a lot of effort to look good, do they. Grandma is different, though-- she looks smart. Don't know if she always looks like that, or if she dresses up because she has visitors, but she looks, well, sophisticated, I suppose; is that the right word? Smart, well-presented, anyway-- she looks like she is someone who takes pride in her appearance. Apart from her tights, that is!

Oh my god, why do old women insist on wearing those flesh-coloured, thick, 'granny' tights! She could have put trousers on but no, she is wearing a nice-looking, midi-length skirt with those awful tights showing below! She has even gone to the effort of putting on a pair of flat shoes, instead of comfy slippers. She isn't going out anywhere, so I guess she's wearing them simply to complement her looks. I think that is cool and a nice touch at her age.

On top, she has a pretty, matching blouse and a cardigan. Grandma also has a nice pair of tits! At least, I reckon she does, not that I've ever seen them, of course, but she looks like she has an ample pair of boobs under her blouse. Bet they are not as firm as they used to be, still, I don't suppose she is planning on showing them off much now! She's about five-foot-eight-inches tall, maybe five-nine, I'd guess, but hey, I'm only guessing. She's not a shortie though, and she's slim. I bet she's never had to struggle with her weight, Grandma must have good genes, I reckon.

The clock ticks by, slowly, very slowly, I have no interest in the crap on the TV and the limited conversation isn't exactly inspiring.

It gets to nine-thirty, and Grandma says, "I think I'll go to bed dear."

She often calls me 'dear', old people do that, don't they?

"I usually go at nine, but thought I'd stay up later, seeing as you are here," she continued.

Later? Nine-thirty? Fuck! That's usually when I go out! Oh well, at least that's the first day over, god, I'm going to hate this!

"Make sure you turn the TV and lights off when you go to bed, dear."

Good god! No, I think I'll leave the TV and lights on just to annoy you! How old does she think I am!

"Yes, Grandma, don't worry, I'm not a child now!" was my more reasonable reply.

"Yes dear, of course you're not, sorry, just making sure. Don't forget to flush the toilet either, will you?"

"GRANDMA!"

"Oh sorry, goodnight, dear."

"Goodnight, I'll think I'll turn in as well, it's been a long day."

"Oh, so early! I thought you young people like to stay out late."

Is she rubbing my nose in it on purpose, or what? The chance would be a fine thing! She means well, I suppose. I turn off the TV, switch the lights off, then ask Grandma, "Have you locked up?"

"Yes, dear, don't worry, I'm not senile yet!"

Touche, I thought! Shit! Why did I ask her that? I'm sounding old already! Fuck, I hope it's not catching, I've got three years of this!

We both retire upstairs, I let her go to the loo and get ready first, while I sit on my bed; god, I feel lonely. Grandma goes to her room and I put my nightie on, brush my teeth, go for a piss then get into bed.

I can't sleep, it is still fucking daytime! I pick up my phone and try having a video chat with Sophie, no answer, she must have gone out. Where to? I wonder; she doesn't usually go out without me. A nightclub maybe, shit, no, surely she's not looking for someone else already! I'm becoming paranoid.

I have been lying in bed for about twenty minutes, I guess, when I hear it. Oh no! Grandma's only lying in bed, crying! Fucking hell! Now what am I supposed to do? I lie there, hoping she would stop, but she doesn't. I fling my duvet off in a manner which displays my annoyance, I don't particularly want to be my grandma's carer.

I get out of bed and go to her bedroom, then knock on her door. "Grandma? Are you all right?"

No answer, so I open the door and tentatively walk in. Grandma is sobbing. All of a sudden, I feel really sorry for her. It must be really difficult losing someone after all these years. Grandma and Grandad had been married for over fifty years, I think. I'm not quite sure how long.

"Are you all right, Grandma?" I enquire again; still no reply.

I walk around to the other side of the bed, the side where she is lying, then kneel down beside her. I put my arm around her, over the duvet, though, it wouldn't feel right to make it any more personal. I ask her for a third time if she is all right, and this time, she sniffs and sobs out a reply. She tells me that she is and that she is sorry she has made me get out of bed. I tell her it's okay and that I don't mind. I can lie quite convincingly when I have to!

"It must be hard losing someone you have been with for so long." I try being sympathetic, I'm not really sure if that is the right thing to say or not.

"It's not so much that, dear, as the loneliness, I get scared when I lie in bed on my own."

"Oh, Grandma," I say, I didn't know what else to say.

"It's all right, dear, it's just that I keep hearing all these noises and I get scared."

"It was probably me coming to bed, Grandma, that's all."

"No, dear, it was after that, I always hear them."

Oh god! this is going to be great, I thought, three years of this!

"Katie, dear, would you go downstairs and make sure no one has got in?"

"It's all right, Grandma, no one else is downstairs."

"Please, it will put my mind at rest."

"Okay then." Fucking hell! But if it puts her mind at rest, then it will be worth it. I go downstairs, check windows and doors and check in all the rooms. It is all quiet and safe, I knew it would be.

I go back to Grandma's room to tell her. She thanks me and tells me that I am a good girl. I am about to leave when she makes a strange request.

"Katie, dear, would you lie next to me until I go to sleep, then you can go back to your room."

To say I am astonished would be an understatement. I don't reply straightaway, and so Grandma follows up with an explanation.

"I'm sorry, dear, but I don't sleep at night much now, I feel too lonely and lie awake worrying for hours."

I feel really sorry for her, it must be hard to be that old and alone, especially after having someone else in your bed all those years.

"If it helps, then okay." Maybe not such an early night after all.

I go round to the other side of the bed, pull the duvet back and slip in next to Grandma. It feels weird, really weird. There is a big gap between us though, and if it helps her, then what the fuck, small sacrifices and all that. It's not as if it is getting late and I am about to lose loads of sleep.

I lie on my back, the light is off and my eyes soon adjust to the low light. I can just make out the silhouettes in the room, but not much else. I lie there wondering how long Grandma will take before she falls asleep-- not too long I hope; I want to get back in my own bed so I can touch myself while thinking about Sophie.

The thing is though, I only go and fall asleep myself! In my grandma's bed! I must have been really tired and must have gone out like a light, and when I wake up in the morning-- I get the shock of my life!

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Grandma had only gone and rolled over towards me, flung an arm across my boobs and wrapped a leg over my legs!

Shit! is the first thought that springs to mind. Grandma is still sound asleep, her breathing is deep and rhythmical, you know, the giveaway sound of breathing which distinguishes between sleep and simply lying awake. Her face is right up close to mine and I can feel her breath on my cheek. She isn't pretending to be asleep-- she IS asleep. I wonder how long we have been lying like this; does Grandma even know she is effectively cuddling me!

I despair and wonder how the fuck I get myself into these situations. Now, if I am on my first night in 'Halls' at the uni and lying in bed with a girl I'd met that evening, then great. The uni experience would already be in full swing! But no, sad old Katie IS in bed... but with her grandma... who just so happens to be fucking cuddling her granddaugher-- me! Can anything else go fucking wrong!!

I try extricating myself from Grandma's arm and leg without waking her. Oh god, please don't wake up, I pray! I try sliding out from under her, but her leg is well and truly pinning my leg down, the one closest to her and her thigh is pressing against my crotch. I lift her arm carefully and gently, but I fail, she stirs then opens her eyes.

Grandma looks startled, why wouldn't she be?

Her eyes start adjusting to the light, but she didn't immediately pull away from me which I thought is a little odd. Then she says something even odder, poor old Grandma seems very confused.

"Babs?" she said, her voice questioning herself.

"No, it's Katie, Grandma, I'm sorry, I fell asleep." I feel awful, I shouldn't be in here with her.

"Katie? What are you doing here? Have you slept here all night?"

"Yes, I'm really sorry, Grandma. I fell asleep and didn't go back to my room."

It wasn't until she finally registers that it is me and not this 'Babs', whoever he is that she starts to move away from from me. Then, as she starts to wake up properly, she becomes all flustered.

"Katie! Oh, I'm sorry dear, what am I doing?" she says, as she slides her leg off me and then moves her arm away. "Oh my, oh my, this is SO embarrassing! I'm sorry, dear."

I can tell Grandma is really embarrassed, but I am okay about it and I try to tell her so.

"It's okay, Grandma, really. It's my fault, I shouldn't have fallen asleep. Now I feel really bad!"

"Don't be silly, Katie, it's all my fault, you were a good girl last night for looking after me."

That's a relief; at least, she remembers why I'm in her bed! I then try to smooth over the awkward moment. "You probably thought I was Grandad and I think it's really sweet that you two still cuddled up like that after all those years together. Was 'Babs' your pet name for him?"

I thought that by saying that, I would be able to draw a line under our little embarrassment and then be able to move on. Oh no! Grandma becomes even more flustered and even more embarrassed!

"I didn't say Babs, did I? Did I think you were Babs?"

"It's all right, Grandma, most people have pet names for the ones they love. I think it's really sweet."