Me and Davey were back together after our first year away at college. We'd been inseparable in high-school, but had gone to different universities and hadn't reconnected since he went away. I'd picked a school in our home town, so was still living at home. It was cheaper, but I wished I was getting more of the college experience by living away.
Anyhow, we were yakking it up, comparing our experiences, and - as it always does - it got round to sex. The question was "who's been getting some?"
Davey had had a good year: 9, not bad for a college freshman. One of them was even a Senior.
"No way!" I said, and he told me about a girl he'd met on spring break. She'd been in the next chalet at the resort, with a bunch of girl-friends.
And he'd flirted with them all.
Or, at least, THEY'D flirted with him. The way a gang of older girls might.
And then, one afternoon, just one of them was in the room and she invited him in and fucked his lights out.
Just once, and then sent him away again. They'd all left the next day.
I didn't want to believe him but he had proof... pics on his phone.
Which he'd never shared before! I mean, what is social media for if not for sharing pics of women you're fucking?
I got on his case about that.
Then it was my turn - and I had to lie.
"Just one." I said.
Davey knows I am a very shy guy and it held me back all through high-school. Even when I'd been told that some girl was attracted to me I never managed to pull the trigger. Julie, my first and only steady girlfriend, broke up with me just before she headed off to college and, even though she'd dangled it out there like a carrot, she'd never come across with sex. And Davey knew it.
But by admitting to 'just one', it was a claim that I had finally gone to bed with a girl. He was really pleased for me. His comments reflected it.
"Finally!"
"I thought it was never going to happen!"
Things like that.
The truth was, I still hadn't got my end away at college. I'd exaggerated my only experience there, so far. I did have a girlfriend but she was quite inhibited, like myself. She'd let me finger her pussy and she'd jacked me off a few times, but she didn't let me go all the way with her.
And then she was gone. Dropped out after only six weeks of the first semester. So it wasn't true. I'd not had sex with her or anyone else at uni.
But the truth could not be told.
Not because I was still a virgin but because, well, how can you tell your friend that you've been banging his grandmother?
So, here's what I couldn't tell.
It was Thanksgiving and I dropped round to Davey's house.
He was out. In fact they were all out except for his grandma. She'd recently gotten divorced and had been living there for a while. She answered the door in a house-coat and slippers.
She invited me in and I followed her, thinking that Davey would be home soon. She sat me down in the kitchen and poured me coffee. Not what I would choose, but I liked that she considered me mature enough to drink it instead of a soda.
"So will Davey be home soon, Mrs Masterson?"
"'Jean', Luke. Please. Call me 'Jean'."
I was embarrassed to call her Jean, but managed it.
"OK, Jean" I smiled shyly, "Will Davey be home soon?"
"Actually, Luke, they're all away for the holidays. I'm here all alone." She smiled at me over the kitchen table.
I hadn't tried to plan anything with Davey, had just assumed that he'd be around. But the whole family had gone on a skiing trip for the holiday. I was disappointed.
I wondered why Davey's grandma hadn't just told me that when I came to the door.
Strange. And not even properly dressed. I didn't know what to do, then.
I started to drink up my coffee.
"Well, I'd better leave you to it. I don't want to intrude."
"No that's OK, you're not bothering me. In fact I like the company."
I felt bad that she might be lonely there all through Thanksgiving.
"OK, um, Jean." I smiled and we stared at each other. I took another sip.
I'd never looked at her before. It was Davey's Gran, after all. But, now that I did, I realized she was quite good-looking.
I sat there trying to calculate her age. I knew Davey's folks got married right out of high-school because she got pregnant so... if Jean was 20 when she had Davey's old man... somewhere in her fifties, I guessed.
"58."
"What?"
"I'm 58. I could see your mind working."
I blushed.
"I'm sorry, Mrs Masterson."
"Jean! I told you. And it's OK. I'm quite flattered."
I had nothing to say. She'd read me like a book.
There was an awkward pause. Awkward for me, I suppose. I think she enjoyed my discomfort.
She broke the silence:
"So you and your little Julie split up?"
"Yes, last year." I know I sounded a bit down.
"Nobody since? Nothing on the horizon?"
"No, not yet."
"I'm surprised. A nice-looking boy like you."
I smiled at the compliment.
"Maybe I'm just unlucky. She was the only girlfriend I ever had."
"What about all those co-eds at university?"
"There was a girl I liked, but she left school."
"Oh dear. So you and Julie... that's your only experience? You never slept with anyone else?"
I was slightly shocked by the personal question, but answered truthfully.
"We never even got that far. She wanted to wait. And now it's too late."
"No! You poor boy. So good-looking and still a virgin. What a waste."
"I just have to be patient, I guess."
She reached across the table and placed her hand over mine.
"Maybe not, sweetie. I think your luck could change soon."
Her hand stayed over mine and she squeezed it. I looked up and her eyes locked onto mine.
"I could bring a smile back to your handsome face, I think."
Her hand gripped mine and she stood. I sat there as she came around and stood near me.
Very near. My hand in hers.
"If you'll let me, I'll show you what you've been missing."
I swallowed, but said nothing. She took my hand and placed it against her. Against her crotch. She pressed my palm against her until I could feel the curve of her pussy through the material of her satin house-coat. She moved her hips and suddenly I was massaging her pubis.
She took away her hand, and I left mine where it was. Looking up at her. Rubbing her.
"Do you like that, Luke?"
I had a massive erection. It was uncomfortably trapped and I had to fidget where I sat.
She could see my predicament. And was toying with me.
"I think you like it. I think you would like to see what's under this..."
...and she took each side of the coat in her hands and drew it open.
The fabric slipped away under my palm which was still rubbing her, until I was touching her bare skin.
Bare and shaved. Smooth.
Oh. My. God.
She had tattoos. I've always thought females with tattoos are sexy and Jean has a lot.
I took my hand from her pussy and just stared. There were Japanese geishas, pin-ups with perky breasts, celtic designs... some in color, some black and grey.
It was the sexiest thing I ever saw.
When I'd taken my hand away, where her pubic hair would have been, there was a beautiful butterfly.
And there were stars on her breasts, centered around her nipples - which I now saw had little metal bolts through them.
And her body, under all these erotic designs, was wonderful. She was in great shape for her age and I was really aroused.
She turned away from me and drew back the coat so I could see that her back and ass were also inked.
