Alf the Neighbourhood Grandpa - 01

I've been working on a few stories since my last offering; however life has a way of quietening the muses, making it challenging to work on what I enjoy rather than what is expected.

Thanks to all who have given feedback, your kind words and suggestions have been valuable, and I hope my latest scribblings have benefitted from your comments.

This story is about relationships with an age difference, between consenting adults, all of those involved in sexual activities are well over the age of 18. Though incest is mentioned, none of the main characters are related in any way.

It covers loneliness and aloneness, friendships, love and lust, relationships either running their course or enduring.

As always, I hope you find this story entertaining and enjoyable. Feedback is very welcome, and please give as many stars as you believe it deserves.

Thank you for reading this tale.

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Since retiring from work, I discovered that one of life's simple pleasures is enjoying a mug of coffee while reading the morning newspaper. And I mean an actual physical newspaper, one I can hold and spread out over the kitchen table by the window allowing me to watch the world go by as I read the cartoons, do the crosswords and other puzzles, and catch up on the insanities of life.

Years ago, school kids on bikes delivered the paper but now my newspaper is delivered in the wee small hours by some person in a van who throws the tightly rolled, plastic wrapped cylinder in the general direction of my driveway.

I typically wake before 6:00 am, get up, get dressed, then head outside to play 'Find The Paper'. I have been seen looking for my paper for so long now, many of the parents and children on their way to the primary school down the road from my home wave and say hello, and some will even join me in my morning paper hunt. If it is on the footpath or verge, they will bring it to me with a big smile, other times they will point it out to me if it is caught in the shrubs along my front fence.

It is all totally harmless fun for the kids, closely supervised by the parents, of course.

The weekend before school started back after the long summer holiday was cold, wet, and windy, but on Monday the sun rose in a clear blue sky. Everything was wet and lush; flowers had bloomed, and the sun made the water droplets on the plants and cobwebs sparkle. The world just feels right after a good soak, smelling fresh and clean.

The kids were excited to be out in the sunshine though maybe not so much about having to go back to school again. The parents, on the other hand, seemed to be in the best of moods as they waved and said hello on their way to the school, and one of the mums gave me a special smile so I knew I would be hearing from her soon.

Sure enough I received a text message from Tiff asking if she could visit, to which I replied that of course she could, and a minute later she was knocking on my door.

Letting her in I helped her off with her jacket, hanging it on the coat hooks on the wall. She kicked off her shoes and threw herself at me wrapping me in a tight hug.

"I've missed your smell, Alf," she said burying her face in my chest. "It's so grandfatherly. Have you thought of smoking a pipe? That would be such a turn on."

"It's lovely to see you again, too, Tiff. Come through and tell me what's kept so busy you abandoned me all the holidays."

"I've got a better idea, Granddad." She grabbed my hand and dragged me to my bedroom. "We can have a drink anytime, right now my undies are soaked, and I want to feel you inside me. Make me cum, Granddaddy, it's been so long."

Tiff, real name Tiffany of course, is the mother of twin boys attending primary school, and she isn't really my granddaughter. We came to know each other a couple of years ago when her boys turned five and started school. When I first noticed her, she and a friend were walking home after delivering their wee treasures to the haven of the school, Tiff's two boys and the friend's daughter. The look of relief on Tiff's face was comical, and I wondered what plans she had for the day; my pick was catching up on sleep.

She and her friend were dressed in a similar fashion, a summer-weight jacket over a loose-fitting tee shirt, track pants, sneakers, and a baseball cap. Where Tiff was the taller of the two by maybe four inches, her auburn hair was much shorter, barely covering her neck whereas her friend had blonde hair down to her shoulder blades. They seemed to be of similar age, early twenties I guessed, and acted like long-time friends.

Their kids soon joined in the 'hunt for the newspaper' game and over time Tiff and I became friendly, and she'd sometimes call in for a coffee. Renee, her friend, was a bit more reticent and though pleasant to me, she didn't visit.

Tiff and her partner Cody rented a house a few streets over. He was at work during the day and sometimes into the evening. She had the main responsibility of looking after the house and the boys, preparing meals, and all the other duties that fell on a woman. Cody mowed the lawns and spent some time with his sons.

Tiff was very proud of her Cody.

I had a lower opinion of him, but I didn't let on.

Over that year and the next, she and I would have coffee together maybe once a month, and I enjoyed her visits, she brought a breath of fresh air into my somewhat mundane existence. Our conversations covered a whole raft of topics, mainly about her boys and how they were growing, about Cody and what he was (or wasn't) doing, also some politics and world events, and even what was happening on the latest reality TV show, all kinds of things.

When the seemingly endless summer holidays rolled around again, 7 weeks of middling but improving weather, few people walked past, and no one helped me find my paper. It was a lonely time for me; Tiff had given me her cell number, but I didn't message her - we didn't have that kind of relationship, and I didn't want to make things awkward between us.

And then it was February again and the start of the school year.

The first day of the new term was a half day, being the morning only. I received a text from Tiff asking if she could visit after dropping off the twins. 'Of course,' I replied.

I hadn't seen her for what felt like ages and the change in her was worrying.

We had never touched, not a handshake or a hug, but she fell into me that day and wept, clinging tightly to me.

I held her, offering quiet words of comfort while she worked through whatever was affecting her. Eventually I felt her gathering herself, taking a deep shuddering breath.

"I've made your shirt all wet, Alf," she sniffed.

"I don't mind tears, but I don't allow snot."

"You bastard," she laughed. "Wanna make me a coffee?"

"Sure. Where do you want to sit?"

"Kitchen, please."

"Kitchen it is. Come on."

We sat at the table, and she wrapped her hands around the mug before her.

"I never knew my grandfathers; Mum's dad died before I was born, and Dad's when I was a baby. I need a Granddad right now. Can I call you my Granddad, Alf? Would you be my honorary Granddad?"

"Sure. I'd be honoured, Tiff."

She grabbed my hand tightly in both of hers and said, "Cody's left me, Alf."

"I wondered if that's what had happened."

"Yup. He moved out a couple of weeks ago. He blamed the kids; said he never knew children would be so demanding and mess up his life so much. He said our boys were always there and I spent more time with them than I did with him, and so he found someone else and left us."

The way she had my hands I couldn't do more than give her hands a little shake and say I was sorry to hear that.

"I probably shouldn't share this with you, but hey, you've known me for a couple of years now and we've talked about all sorts of things."

"You can tell me anything you are comfortable with. You know that."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," she said with a grimace. "I told you me and Cody met at a party. We were both pretty out of it and, well, we ended up shagging and when we started going out together, it seemed we spent most of our time tin bed. We were always at it, couldn't get enough of each other."

"Wow, OK. You sure you want to tell me this?"

"I need to Alf. There is a reason, I promise." She drew in a short breath before continuing. "We'd both done it before, we weren't our first, but he was the best I'd had. Not very adventurous but he knew how to get me off." She said this a little wistfully. "After a couple of months, he started going on about putting a baby in me and he told me to go off the pill so he could be a dad. It took us about a year, but I got pregnant, and we were happy. But then we found out it was twins, and that was a bit freaky."

"My wife and I never had children so I can't really begin to imagine."

Tiff looked at me questioningly, "Are you OK with me saying all this, Granddad? I don't have many I can talk to like this."

"Of course it's all right, kiddo. A little bit, um, surprising, but it's OK."

"Thanks, Alf." She drank some coffee and carried on. "Once the twins were born, it seemed like either I was always tired, or the boys would be awake. They were caesarian and I was sore for a long time. I did what I could to take care of Cody, of course, I mean he kept reminding me that guys have needs." She looked at me sadly, continuing, "I just had no interest in sex and really didn't feel like being touched."

"I feel there is a but coming."

"No, I couldn't even face that. We tried but it messed with my stitches, ya know?"

I grinned. "Not actually what I meant. I was thinking that there is more to the story."

"Oh shit, sorry Granddad," she said turning a delightful shade of embarrassment. "But you're right, there is more. I did heal and was able to enjoy sex at last, and Cody was buried in his happy place again." Tiff sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "But it wasn't like it used to be. I mean it's hard to be in the mood with the kids only just in bed and maybe not asleep yet. And I tend to get a bit noisy, so I'd worry about waking them up. But hey, we were shagging again. He was getting his jollies, anyway," this she said softly.

"Not as good for you?"

I watched as a tear slid from her lash and ran down her cheek.

"No, it became all about him. And he was different. He was always coming home late, blaming work. He stopped trying to shag me all the time. And one night he tasted of soap when I went down on him, but I'm sure I could taste pussy on him too. I didn't know whether to confront him or just accept it. I mean what if I was wrong?"

"Were you wrong, my dear?"

"That's nice, you calling me that, Granddad. Can I sit on your knee? I know it's a bit weird, but I really need to be held."

I moved my chair back and she slid onto my lap, sitting sideways, one arm around me and she pulled both of mine around her.

"I wasn't wrong. When he left, he told me he'd been seeing this girl since a couple of months after I got preggers, and now she'd finished high school they were going to move in together. Can you believe it? He's been bonking a bloody high school chick. How sick is that?"

"I honestly don't know what to say to that, Tiff."

"Yeah. Me neither." She paused, then asked, "Can I just sit here for a while, Granddad?"

"No, I'm sorry but you can't."

"Oh. Shit. I'm imposing."

"It isn't that, it's just these kitchen chairs get a bit hard after a while. Let's move to the living room so we can be comfortable."

"You're sure I'm not imposing?"

"Positive," I said, encouraging her to stand. Walking to the recliner chair I sat, and Tiff resumed her place on my knee.

"Good call, Alfie, that is better. Much more comfortable."

I pushed the button to raise the leg rest, and she leaned her side against me with her hip resting on my groin.

This situation was a whole new experience for me. I wasn't a father or an uncle, and this was the first time anyone had come to me for comfort. I was struggling to understand why Tiff had come to me as we didn't have that close a friendship and I felt out of my depth, not really knowing how to respond to each very personal revelation.

"What do your parents say about it. Have you spoken to them at all?"

"When I moved out of home they moved to southern France, of all places. Can you get any further away? I get the occasional email, that's it. No phone calls. We don't really have anything to do with each other."

I gave her a wee squeeze. "Well dear girl, you have me, your honorary Granddad."

"Thank you. That really means so much." She gave me a quick kiss on my cheek then leaned back against me again, seeming to need the physical contact.

We sat like that for a while then heard the school bell ring, and checking the time she said she had to go and get the boys. I helped her on with her jacket.

"Thank you for today, Alf. It was just what I needed."

She stood on tip toes and pulled my head down to hers and kissed me hard, on the lips, then took off out the door.

What had just happened?

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A couple of days later she was back at my kitchen table enjoying a coffee, and this became a regular thing, generally once and sometimes twice a week. Occasionally Renee would join us, but not often.

"Why are you still single, Granddad?" Tiff asked one day.

"You know I was married, Tiff, to the love of my life. That didn't end well."

"What happened?"

"I discovered she'd been sleeping around for years. She liked being married and having the ring to prove it as it stopped the guys looking for something serious, but she didn't want to be tied down to one man for the rest of her life."

She sat up and looked me in the eyes. "Shit, Granddad. Where is she buried?"

"Ha, no, she's still alive, last I heard, anyway. She had the decency to leave town. I don't keep tabs on her, but I hear things occasionally from friends."

I pulled her against me and unthinkingly gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"That's why I'm single. I found out just how easy it is to have your life uprooted and how much a broken heart hurts. Just like you did Tiff. That's something we have in common."

"It fucking sucks, eh."

I laughed. "Yes, it fucking does. I didn't want to go through it again, so I've got used to being single and living alone. I can't see me breaking my own heart."

She stood and took my hand. "Come on, we need some cuddle time," and she led me to the sitting room and sat me down then curled up on my knee again. Pulling my arms around her and cuddling into my chest. "You always smell nice, Alf, clean and fresh. What do you use, Emperor's Leather soap?"

"I do, yes. How did you know that?"

"Guilty confession time. Last time I was at the supermarket I smelled all the men's soaps and that was the only one that reminded me of you. I'm like your very own Alfie smell stalker."

"I think I maybe should try an unscented one."

"NO!" she cried. "I mean, no, please don't. You smell just like my Granddad should, please don't change anything."

"Alright. Just for you, dear girl."

"Oh Granddad," she said quietly, looking up at me. "I love it when you call me that."

I knew what she was going to do, and I knew I didn't want her to, I knew it would change things between us; and yet I also knew I wanted her to, I knew I wanted to.

She made the first move, bringing her face close to mine, still looking me in the eyes, hers full of affection, warmth, and a hint of nervousness. I moved closer to her, using my arms to draw her closer and hold her tighter to me. God, she felt good.

Our lips were almost touching, so close that when she slipped her tongue out and licked her lips, she licked mine as well, spurring us both to bring our lips together with a groan. That first kiss was tender, a first gentle meeting, an acknowledgement of our affection for each other. We pulled back to draw breath, to acknowledge what we had done, and also to make sure we were both OK with it, then she pulled my face to hers and seriously kissed me, forcing her tongue between my lips and trying to take ownership of my mouth.

I broke the kiss briefly, saying, "Slow down, gently," and showed her how to caress another's lips, easing back and taking the time to enjoy the experience. Sucking her bottom lip between my teeth while I stroked it with my tongue, my hand moved to her cheek, caressing her face and playing with her hair.

We spent some time enjoying the new experience of our kiss, just holding each other tight, not exploring bodies with our hands.

Tiff pulled back from me, breathing hard. "Fucking hell, Granddad, you know how to kiss a girl; I'm so wet. Come on." Then she surprised me by standing and pulling me up and leading me out to the hallway and into my bedroom. She pulled her top off and unclasped her bra, letting them fall to the floor quickly followed by her jeans and panties.

"You're overdressed, Alf."

I looked at her. My word, she was beautiful. Her chest was heaving making her medium size breasts move so enticingly, her stiff nipples pointing at me, drawing me to her. She had carried twins and had a mummy roll with visible tiger stripes, and sturdy legs she unconsciously rubbed together. After removing her jeans and panties I saw that she had a tidy little landing strip directing the eye down to her cleanly shaven womanhood. To my mind she was the epitome of femininity.

Walking to me, she began to unbutton my shirt and roll it off my shoulders before reaching down to undo my trousers.

"I said you were overdressed, Granddad."

"Tiffany, stop. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm taking your clothes off, Alf. Do you really think I don't?"

My trousers and underpants were down around my ankles now and Tiff sank to her knees before me to introduce herself to my penis.

I wasn't fully erect, held back by a mix of embarrassment about my body and uncertainty on whether this was a good idea, but when she reached out and held me in her warm hands, stroking me, fondling my ball sack, then looked up at me with a big smile, I forgot all about the irrelevances and quickly grew to my full potential.

"Oh yeah, Granddad. That's what I'm talking about," she said as I fattened and lengthened in her hands. Her fingers no longer met around me and even though she held me with both hands my knob still projected out, with a small drop of clear precum on the opening. I watched as she leaned closer and slowly licked up the liquid.

"You smell good, you look good, you kiss good, you even taste good. Let's get into that bed and have some fun."

I grabbed the duvet and flipped it to the end of the bed. "Tiff, um..."

"Hush. Don't try and talk me out of this."

"Oh god, dear angel, as if. I've no intention of doing that! I was going to say that I'm out of practice, so I doubt I'll last long, but I'll do my best for you."

"I'm sure you will, Alfie," she said, laying down on my bed.

As she settled herself on the sheet, hair splayed across the pillow, I couldn't help but say, "My dear sweet girl, you are truly beautiful."

"You don't have to lie, Granddad, you're going to get your willie wet."

"Oh yeah, true. My bad," and I climbed on the bed beside her.

Tiff sat up and swatted my arm in outrage. "You prick. You were supposed to say nice things like you weren't lying and you meant it; shit like that."

"Yup, and I knew that's what you wanted me to say." I lay beside her while she sat there looking at me.

I held my arms out to her, "Come here, my beautiful naked granddaughter."

"Damn, Alf. That sounds so wrong," she gasped, cuddling up to me, her left hand idly stroking my chest and stomach.

"I would never lie to you. When I said you were beautiful, I meant it. You are." I stroked her cheek, and she leaned in gently against my hand. "Your face is open and genuine, and your eyes are like two pools I could drown in. They're quite hypnotic, you know."