Alf the Neighbourhood Grandpa - 02

Chapter 2

Friday morning dawned clear and warm. My newspaper had landed further down the street and closer to the school than usual and a couple of kids trotted it back to me before running off to get to class before the bell rang. I greeted Tiff and Renee as they herded their charges down the road, and I was inside making the coffee when I heard Tiff come in, calling out a hello.

"I'm in the kitchen, coffee is about ready, sweetpea."

"Hey grampa," a different voice said, and I whirled around to see a smiling Renee standing beside Tiff, who looked a little ashamed.

"Renee, this is a pleasant surprise. Hey Tiff girl."

"Hi Alfie. I hope you don't mind Renee being here too."

"Not at all," I said as the erection I'd sported since seeing Tiff earlier, wilted. I leaned back against the sink bench. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Renee looked at Tiff and gave her a nudge with her elbow. "Aren't you going to give him a hug or a kiss or anything? I will if you're not gonna."

"I wasn't sure how welcome I would be today."

"Come here, baby-girl," I said holding my arms out to her. "Why wouldn't you be welcome?"

Tiff walked over and leaned against me, and I wrapped her in a tight embrace. "Tiff? What's wrong? Why do you think you wouldn't be welcome?"

"We were going to go to bed today, but I... I can't, Granddaddy. Not today. I'm so sorry, I really am. Please don't hate me," she whispered. "Do you want me to go?"

"Why on earth would I want you to go? Tiff, talk to me. What makes you think I wouldn't want you here?"

"We're not going to have sex today and I said we would."

"Is that why Renee is here," I asked her quietly. "Moral support or protection or something?"

She nodded.

I looked over at Renee. "Would you mind making the drinks while I put this dear girl's mind at ease? I have mine the same as Tiff." I stood and led the way into the sitting room, pulling her onto my knee as I sat in my recliner.

"Do you hate me?" she asked.

"How long have we known each other, Tiff, over two years? Yes? And how do I feel about you?"

She shrugged.

"I told you yesterday how important you are to me. You're the granddaughter I never expected but am overjoyed to have." I kissed her hair, "The granddaughter with benefits, true, but do you really think I would make sex a deal breaker? You are who is important to me. Sex with you is... breathtaking... but it is only a part of our relationship. So what if we don't have sex today. Or ever again. It won't diminish my feelings for you, dear Tiff."

She sniffed, arms around me and holding me tight, and my arms were around her, stroking her back, her hair, while I made shushing noises.

"Oh granddaddy, I have strong feelings for you too," she said between sobs. "I think I love you, Alf."

I somehow managed to pull her even tighter against me and buried my face in her hair. "I know I love you, my dear sweet girl. You are probably the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Hearing a sniff from the doorway we both looked up at Renee standing there, eyes red and weepy. "You two are so beautiful together. I'm totally envious!"

Tiff reached out to her and next thing I knew I had two girls in my lap, hugging each other right in front of me.

"Alf!," Tiff said, sitting up. "Really?"

I went pink. "I'm sorry, I can't help it."

"What's happened?" Renee asked with confusion.

Tiff grabbed her hand and pushed it against the growing bulge in my pants.

"Oh, I see," she said, giving it a squeeze. "Feels very nice, too."

Renee then leaned forward and pressed her lips against Tiff's, opening her mouth and using her tongue to caress Tiffs lower lip. Tiff glanced at me with a lascivious smirk, then closed her eyes and pressed her mouth firmly against Renee's, lots of tongue upping the passion of the kiss until Renee pulled back panting, eyes hooded with lust.

"Oh fuck," she gasped." If I'd known earlier how much you fancied me I wouldn't have had to buy so many batteries."

"I really only did it to tease Granddaddy here. I never really thought about you that way. I'm going to have to rethink things, Nays."

"I bet the coffee's cold now," I grumbled, causing the two girls to laugh.

Tiff looked at the mantel clock. "I still have time for a coffee, but I really do have to get going afterwards."

"I can't hang around for long either today, which really sucks," Renee complained.

"If you let me up I'll go make a fresh pot."

"No way, Alf," Renee said as she stood and walked to the kitchen. "You stay there with Tiff and I'll make the drink. If I don't move away from you I might do something which would upset her."

Hearing Renee filling the kettle, I asked, "What's really going on. You've been very distant this week."

"It's embarrassing, and Cody hated me even mentioning it."

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm not Cody. Talk to me, help me understand."

She squirmed on my lap, obviously uncomfortable with the subject, then whispered, "I have my period."

I wasn't sure I'd heard her correctly. "Your period?"

She nodded, head down, avoiding looking at me.

"But,... um... I don't get it. Why would that be a problem?"

"No guy wants to be around a girl when she's unclean."

"Unclean? What the hell? That's like an ancient biblical expression for it."

"That's what Cody used to call it. He made me sleep in the spare room for the week; said I couldn't be in his bed in case I leaked or something."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"You are so much better off with that misogynistic asinine arsehole out of your life. It's a natural cycle and no bloke should tell you what you can or can't do. Ever."

"You tell her, Gramps. I never liked Cody from the first day I met him when I caught him scoping me out. And his twisted ideas on relationship roles made me sick."

"Cody wouldn't let me sit on his knee during this time."

"Tiff, my dear, you can sit on my knee any time you want, no matter what."

"Really? Do you mean it?"

"Of course." I reassured her. "Well, that is to say, I wouldn't be keen if you had some horrible infectious disease or projectile vomiting and diarrhea; then you are on your own. So nearly any time you want."

"Coffees getting cold." Renee called through from the kitchen. "Again."

Tiff kissed me tenderly before getting off my knee and dragging me to the kitchen.

The three of us chatted and it was interesting getting to know Renee. She has one child, the daughter I had seen her taking to school, who was in the same class as Tiffs boys.

The father wasn't on the scene. When she told me he was a drunken one-night stand at her eighteenth birthday party she looked for a reaction of some kind.

I smiled, and said, "Well, from what I've seen she seems to be a charming, sweet girl and very well behaved. She's a credit to you."

Renee blushed. "Thanks. I've tried to be a good mum."

"Are your parents close by? They must love having a granddaughter."

"No. I guess I'm following in mum's footsteps, though. She had me when she was nineteen and isn't sure who my father is. Mum's parents distanced themselves from her, condemning her for shaming their name and family reputation. Once I found out I was up the duff I decided to move somewhere else so there was no chance of meeting mums' family. I have met them, but I can't really remember them. Anyway, that's my story."

"Well, I think the shame is on them. I know I'm being judgmental here but bugger it, I don't care. Family is family and you just don't turn your back on them, especially not a child. That pisses me off."

Renee and Tiff both looked surprised, and Renee said, "Hell, don't hold back, Alf."

"What brought that on, Granddad?"

"I'm sorry, I guess I did react a bit." I looked at the two of them watching me. "When my wife and I first got married we lived across town, and one of our neighbours had three kids, two sons and a daughter. The daughter had been going out with a guy for a few months and ended up pregnant. We heard the shouting when she told her parents, and she left with a couple of carry-bags, and we didn't see her again for ages. Months later we heard knocking on her parents' door and being concerned neighbours we looked out the window and saw she was there with a baby. Her parents were home but didn't answer the door. Her dad opened the window and told her to go and take her bastard with her."

"What a prick," Tiff exploded.

"I wanted to talk to the girl, you know, make sure she was OK to drive, but my wife said we shouldn't get involved in their business, and to my shame I listened to her."

"Just what happened to my mum, but we aren't from here." Renee checked the time on her phone. "Hey, I have to go. This has been good, thanks for the drink, Alf," and looking at Tiff, said, "You coming with me?"

They left together, two good friends each with their own back story and experiences both good and bad, yet doing a damn good job of raising their children while looking out for each other. I envied their friendship; I had few friends and none from my school days. No one I was especially close to. I'd believed I was happy, but now I actually thought about it, well, shit! Introspection sucks arse!

That evening my phone went, which is unusual in itself.

"Tiff, this is a nice surprise."

"Hi Granddaddy, free to talk?"

"For you, always."

"I've put the boys down and they are snoring like old men in armchairs, and I thought I'd give you a call. You know, see how you are, what you're doing."

"That's really sweet, Tiffy. I'm good, just sitting in my armchair reading a book and trying not to snore. What are you busy with?"

"Oh nothing. You know, just lying in bed, totally naked, and fingering my clit while thinking of you."

Fumbling the phone in surprise, I tried to catch it before it fell to the floor. "Oh... damn... shit..."

I could hear laughing coming from the speaker. "You alright, old man? Do I need to call 111 for an ambulance?"

Managing to get the phone back to my ear, I said, "Sorry about that. I dropped the phone. I have quite the mental image going right now."

"Oh, I hope so. You see, I'm all good to go again; I've had a shower and a shave and am all clean and so very smooth and smelling nice. I was thinking how much fun you and I will have tomorrow when I thought 'why wait?' So here I am, two fingers inside me, thumb on my clit, and talking on the phone to my very naughty granddaddy. Wanna help me get off?"

"I've never done this before. I'm not sure I'll be very good, but I'll try."

"Just think about how you fucked me the other day, how you felt inside me. I get wet every time I remember that."

"God, I'm getting hard, Tiff dear. I'm going to lie on my bed."

"Talk to me about what you're doing, Granddad. Tell me what you are taking off."

"I'm in my room, now. I'm taking off my shirt, there, it's on the chair."

"I wish I was watching. I'd love to see you do a striptease for me. Tomorrow, you can do that for me tomorrow."

"Sure, OK. You're already naked, hey? I will undress you tomorrow. Button by button; yeah, make sure you wear a button-through blouse. Please?"

"Oh yes, I'll do that. Have you taken off your pants yet?"

"No, I got sidetracked thinking about exposing your luscious boobs. Undoing my belt now. It's not easy doing it one-handed."

"Did you know phones have this 'hands free' mode now? Let's you set it down somewhere and still keep the conversation going."

"If Granddaughter Tiffany wants her Grandfather Alf to continue, she should show him a little respect. It's not easy for this old man to think straight when all his blood is flowing to his little head." I managed to put the phone on speaker and set it on the bedside cabinet. "Can you still hear me?"

"Loud and clear, poppa bear," Tiff sighed. "Hngh, bear. I love running my fingers through your chest hair. Do you like that? And when I play with your cute wee nipples?"

The reply Tiff heard was a loud, "Oh shit!" followed by a crash.

"Granddad? You OK? What happened?"

"I'm good. My feet tangled up in my pants and I fell over. But don't worry, I'm fine. Who'd a thunk phone sex was so dangerous?"

"You're a worry, granddad."

"OK. I've managed to get my socks and jocks off and am now officially naked. So, where were we?"

"I know where I am, and I know what I'm doing."

My phone beeped.

"Have a look at that, Granddaddy dearest. Now you can see, too."

"Hang on." Alf opened the image. "Whoa, I'm saving that one."

The picture was of Tiffany in her bed, duvet pulled up to her chin, head tilted slightly forward while she looked at the camera through her fringe, mouth with a slight smile and her bottom lip sucked between her teeth.

"I should damn well think so too, Alfie."

"You look so seductive. Thanks for not just sending me a nude, this is so much better."

"I nearly did, Granddaddy, but I thought you would prefer this," she said as my phone beeped again.

"What's this one, sweetie?" Opening it I breathed my appreciation. Tiff had lowered the duvet, angling it to allow her shoulder and the top swell of her left breast to be on display. She was looking down at her breast, a secret smile lifting her right cheek. "Oh, my word, my darling. I love that photo."

"I loved posing it. Are you hard yet, granddad? Do you like the pictures your granddaughter is sending you?"

"Oh, you know it, naughty girl. So hard for you."

I heard the sound of rustling, then my phone beeped again.

Tiff was propped up in bed by her pillows, and the duvet was now folded back on itself and lying flat on the bed. She was naked from the waist up, her modesty maintained by her hands over her breasts.

"You really know how to tease me, baby-girl. I'm stiff, Tiff - ha, that rhymes."

Tiff laughed too. "Oh granddaddy, have you only just realised that? I've been wondering when you would say it."

My phone beeped again, and I rushed to open the new picture.

"It's the same as the previous one." I muttered, then looked closer. "Oh, you minx, that's so hot." I had noticed that her fingers were slightly splayed now and had zoomed in to find her hard pink nipples could be seen between her fingers. "Oh honey, this is so good."

"Thank you, granddaddy, I'm pleased you like it," Tiff said in a little girl voice as my phone again beeped.

Tiff was in the same position, propped up in bed with her duvet covering her from the waist down, but in this photo she had her hands behind her head, breasts fully on display and pressed forward as if being offered to me, with her lips pursed as if about to kiss.

Another beep as she sent me another photo. This time Tiff lay there with her knees up, held by her hands, legs spread wide apart, feet flat on the bed and the duvet rumpled just enough that the very tip of her landing strip was visible, but nothing lower. Her face and chest were flushed, and I zoomed in on her fingers having noticed a reflection on her right digits.

"Sweetie pie?"

"Yes Granddaddy."

"Why are the fingers of your right hand wet?"

"I'm sorry, Granddad. I couldn't help it. I've been naughty and touching myself where I shouldn't."

"Tiffany! I think you should show me what you've been doing."

"Yes, Grandfather Alf," she said like a little girl knowing she is in trouble.

My phone rang and I accepted the video call.

"Hello Naughty Granddaughter Tiffany." I said assuming a stern parental voice. "Show me what you have been up to."

"Yes Granddaddy." The screen blurred as it was moved from pointing at Tiffs face to settle with a clear stable image of Tiffs wet and puffy pussy. Her hand appeared, sliding down over her lips then back up, fingers sliding between her petals, spreading her juices up and over her proudly protruding pearl.

I watched in awe as she pushed two fingers inside her, using these to sensuously stroke in and out, the squishing clearly heard as she pleasured herself. She brought her thumb to her clit applying pressure with every movement of her hand.

Tiff was panting now, and I watched in fascination as the flow of her secretions increased, her fingers acting like a pump, dragging it from her depths to dribble out of her cunny hole, gravity drawing it down over her rosebud to pool on the sheet.

"Tiffany, you really are my good little girl," I said warmly. "It's nice to be able to share this with you."

"Yes granddaddy," she panted. "I'm so turned on right now. God what a stupid comment, you can see how wet I am."

"Yes, I can see that. And I can hear that, too. Will you cum for me, dear girl? Will you let me watch while you cum?"

"Please, please let me cum. Tell me to cum, Granddaddy. I'm right there but I need you to tell me to."

Her hand was moving like a blur, fingers pounding in and out of her, thumb rubbing back and forth on her clit. Her thighs were shaking as her hips rocked to change the angle and pressure of her fingers.

"Tiffany, my dear girl, yes, I want you to cum now. Cum for me, my sweet granddaughter."

I watched in fascination as her orgasm released itself in her. Her hand slowed as Tiff became more focused, her thighs twitched, and I saw her stomach pull in as the underlying muscles tensed, her butt cheeks clenching together as her release drew closer, until, with a quickly stifled groan the tidal wave crashed through her, flooding her whole body with surge after surge of release.

Her back arched, nearly taking her pussy out of the view of the camera, but I could see her fingers slowly moving inside her as she rode the slowly decreasing ripples.

Being an old hand at masturbating I had been stroking myself throughout this phone call, keeping myself close to the edge. Seeing Tiff's orgasm explode in her set me off, and with a loud groan I erupted so powerfully it was almost painful, the first jet reaching from my cheek down to my neck, the second landing on my upper chest, the following ones more of a dribble.

Looking back at the phone I could see Tiff, her face looking hot and sweaty but satisfied.

"God, Granddaddy Alf, you spray-painted your face. I had a little O when I watched you cum."

"I haven't cum like that since I was a horny teenager." I waggled my eyebrows at her, causing her to laugh.

"Well, now you are a horny Grandfather, jacking off to pictures of your granddaughter. Oh, you are a nasty dirty man, Alfie."

"Tell me about it, sweetie. But I love the pictures, thank you for thinking to send them to me."

"Tomorrow you will have the real thing in your bed, and we can fuck each other senseless."

"I like the sound of that, very much. But I guess I'd better get cleaned up and sleep if I'm going to be any good for you."

"Yeah, me too. I know I should change the sheets, but I can't be buggered right now. Good thing I have a big bed and can avoid the wet spot." Tiff blew me a kiss. "Good night, dear friend. See you in the morning."

"Good night, dear Tiff. Sleep well, I know I will."

After disconnecting, I went and did the bathroom thing, checked the house was all locked up and secure, and went back to bed, quickly falling into a deep and restful sleep.

I woke with a sense of eager expectation as if it was my birthday or Christmas morning. Today, though, the gift I would be unwrapping was Tiffany, my pseudo granddaughter.

I had been out and collected my newspaper and had the coffee brewing ready for Tiff's arrival. Despite knowing she would be arriving soon after dropping her boys off at the primary school she still made me jump when she said 'Hi' from the kitchen doorway.

"You seem a bit on edge there, Granddad. What's got you all wound up then?"

"I'm waiting for my girlfriend to arrive. You'd better go before she gets here. She can get really jealous."

"Really. What are you planning to do with her today?"