American Gilf

American GILF

Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18 and are all fictional.

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Oak Hills

American Suburbia.

3:07 p.m.

The sun dipped just low enough to cast a golden hue over the neatly trimmed lawns of Oak Hills. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant laughter of children playing.

Rose stood in her kitchen, watching the view and taking in the comfort of a quiet suburban afternoon. She hummed a tune from her youth. It was a gentle melody that reminded her of days long past as she finished washing a few dishes.

The oven dinged, snapping her out of her reverie. She put on a pair of oven mitts and gently pulled out the fresh-baked cookies. "Perfect," she smiled as she placed them gently on a wire rack to cool.

The delicious aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the kitchen.

"Grandma!"

"In the kitchen!" she called back.

Julie walked into the kitchen and saw her grandmother standing by the sink. Her youthful and bubbly energy filled the room, and it always made everything a little brighter. "Hey, Grandma," she greeted, striding over to wrap her arms around Rose.

"Hi, honey," Rose smiled, drying her hands off.

"Oooh, cookies."

"Uh-uh-uh." Rose covered the cookies with baking paper to remove the temptation. "Those are for the church sale tomorrow."

"Oh, come on," Julie pouted. "Just one?" she grinned.

An amused expression appeared on Rose's face. "Just. One."

Julie quickly snatched a warm cookie from the wire rack. They made small talk as she munched on her cookie and drank lemonade. Julie visited her grandmother almost every day. The bond they shared was more like that of a mother and daughter rather than a grandmother and granddaughter.

Julie would often share things with her grandma that she would never tell her own mother.

"Grandma," Julie said. "Don't you ever get bored?"

Rose frowned, slightly caught off guard by the question. "Bored? What do you mean?"

"You know... with your life. I mean, wouldn't you like a little excitement?"

Rose chuckled. "Oh sweetheart, I keep myself busy. I've got my garden, book club, church, and the occasional afternoon tea with the ladies."

Julie rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, wow. Book club and church? Talk about an adrenaline rush," she said sarcastically.

Rose laughed. "Well, maybe your definition of excitement is different than mine. Honey, I'm 65 years old. Sometimes you seem to forget that. You talk as if I'm 18 years old."

"That's because you don't look 65. I mean, Grandma. You...you're still hot, you know," Julie said with a cheeky grin.

"Oh my gosh, Julie."

Julie wasn't only saying that to sweet-talk her grandmother. She observed with keen eyes the way her blouse hugged her ample tits and the contours of her body, accentuating the curves that only had matured with age. A trim waist and a nice ass that her cropped pants did little to hide.

Her blonde hair still had a vibrant shine, styled in a sleek bob that framed her face elegantly, and she had the same piercing blue eyes as Julie.

Rose looked down, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks. She cleared her throat as she tugged self-consciously at her blouse. "Well, thank you, dear. It certainly has been a while since I've been called... hot, but I think I'm way past prime."

"Listen, Grandma. I'm not talking about you going out and partying every night. That's not what I mean. I'm talking about going out to a bar for a nice drink, maybe a dinner, maybe... a club or even a date." Julie said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"A date?! What are you talking about?! Julie, I was married for more than 40 years. I'm not gonna go out on any dates with strange men."

"I assume Grandpa was a stranger when you first went out with him."

"That's... well, yeah, that's true, but that was different."

"How so?"

"Because I was 19 and your grandfather was 20. That's what was different. Now, I'm 65 and a widow."

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong, Grandma. You'd be surprised how many guys go for older women like you. You are a cougar." Julie smirked mischievously.

"A what?!"

"I know a lot of guys who would love to take you... for a nice long ride." Julie smiled wickedly.

Rose gasped. "Julie!" she hissed.

Julie laughed, and Rose could feel her ears burning from the brashness of the innuendo. "Okay, okay. All jokes aside, maybe you should try and do something a little bit out of your usual routine. I mean, come on, Grandma, trying something new is not going to kill you. If anything, the change of pace might do you some good."

Rose contemplated Julie's words. There was no denying that her life revolved around the same, somewhat mundane activities. She considered the monotony of her days--the gardening, the baking, the weekly chores--and felt a pang of something unfamiliar. It wasn't sadness exactly; she was more than happy with what she had, but it was more a sense of... staleness.

Julie could see the wheels turning in her grandmother's head. Part of her had always wondered if her grandmother missed male companionship. The thought often crept into her mind whenever she visited Rose. Her grandfather, Robert, had passed away five years ago. She may indeed have been in her 60s, but her grandmother was still a flesh-and-blood woman.

Rose sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Okay," she finally spoke. "So, what do you have in mind?"

Julie's mischievous smile only grew wider. "Stacey and I will take care of that. Don't worry about anything."

Rose felt a hint of trepidation at those words. "I don't like the sound of that."

"Oh, come on, Grandma! It will be fun, I promise."

"Fine," Rose gave in. "I'll trust you."

"Yes!" Julie exclaimed.

"BUT!" Rose interrupted. "No dates. I'm dead serious, Julie. If I open that door and see a man standing on the other side, you can forget about any of this."

Julie rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes. No dates. I promise."

Rose took a deep breath and nodded, agreeing to their mysterious plan.

***

Saturday

4:17 p.m.

The next two days went by without a peep from Julie. Perhaps the whole idea was a fleeting whim, something that Julie forgot in the hustle of her young life.

Rose would be lying if she didn't feel relieved that the whole thing had just been crazy young people's talk. God knows what Julie had in mind. She went on with her usual routine--tending to her garden, going to church, and preparing for her book club meeting.

As she kneeled by her roses, the quiet was shattered by the unmistakable sound of a car rumbling to a halt outside her house. A couple of doors slammed shut, followed by the sounds of multiple footsteps approaching. Rose straightened, brushing the soil from her knees, and turned to see what was going on.

Rose saw Julie and her best friend Stacey strutting down the garden path. The wide grin on their young faces and the shopping bags hanging on their arms told Rose everything she needed to know.

"Hi, Grandma!"

"Hello, Rose." Stacey grinned.

Rose removed her gardening gloves. "I assume this is about what we talked about a couple of days ago?"

Julie could barely contain her excitement. "Are you ready to paint the town red, Grandma?"

Rose laughed. The playful glint in their eyes told her that they had something up their sleeves. "You girls don't quit, do you? But first things first. Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," Stacey replied.

"That's not going to work," Rose said dryly. "Where are we going, ladies? I need to know what I'm getting myself into." Rose said, standing her ground.

"Fine...jeez, what a party pooper. We are going to Dorsia. It's a nightclub. A very high-end nightclub. Stacey has a--"

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Rose interrupted. "A nightclub? Are you two out of your minds?! I'm not going anywhere!"

"Grandma! You promised!" Julie whined.

"I didn't promise anything. I said that I was taking you up on your offer. You didn't even tell me what it was. 'Stacey and I will take care of that. Don't worry about anything.' Those were your words, Julie."

"Rose, but what's the problem exactly? Have you ever even been to a nightclub before?"

Rose turned to Stacey. "The problem? What if someone sees me? What if--"

Julie interrupted her. "Oh, yeah, cuz your church friends love going dancing." Julie chuckled.

"Girls, I-I just can't. I'm sorry."

"Rose," Stacey began. "There is loud music, people dancing, and drinking. Nothing else. How about this... We go inside. We sit down, order a couple of drinks, and if you don't like it, we'll leave."

Rose pondered Stacey's words. Stacey and Julie had been best friends since middle school. Over the years, the two had grown as close as sisters. While Julie had blonde hair and blue eyes just like Rose, Stacey had bronze skin, jet-black hair, and dark eyes, making the pair the perfect yin and yang.

Now as the two young women stood before her brimming with excitement, Rose couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Their happy smiles had quickly turned into disappointment.

Their eyes had dimmed like a candle flame in the wind. It was clear they were looking forward to this. Rose took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and nodded. "Alright, you've got me. Let's get ready for this nightclub."

The girls' cheers filled the garden. "But like Stacey said, we'll leave if I say so!"

However, the girls weren't listening anymore as they dragged her back inside. "Come on, Grandma. We bought you something."

"Oh, gosh."

Once inside, Rose's room was filled with frenzied activity. Clothes were scattered on the bed, and they began to get ready.

Julie chose a black bodycon dress. The dress looked like it had been painted on her body. The spaghetti straps struggled to contain her youthful assets. Her outfit was complemented by a pair of black heels.

Stacey, on the other hand, slipped into high-waisted leather pants, showcasing and hugging every curve of her toned legs and tight ass. She pulled on the white crop top, which ended just below her breasts, revealing a strip of toned midriff.

"Julie, honey," Rose said. "Don't you think you're showing a little too much?"

"Grandma..." Julie sighed, and Stacey giggled as she did her makeup.

"If I were you, I would also change," Julie smirked. "Here's your new dress." She said, handing her grandmother a brand-new dress.

Rose took the dress gingerly, bracing herself for whatever they had prepared, and went into her walk-in closet to change. Her heart raced as she began to undress, her modest attire pooling onto the floor.

The dress was a stunning, deep burgundy color. The dress highlighted her well-maintained curves in a way that was both unfamiliar and somewhat exhilarating. Her eyes widened at the plunging low neckline, revealing the swell of her breasts and more cleavage than she had shown in years.

Rose stared at herself in the mirror, her breath catching in her throat. The dress ended just above her knees. It was a classic-looking dress except for the low-cut square neckline that displayed the juicy roundness of her mature breasts. She had never worn anything so...daring.

"Oh my god," she muttered. Her hands drifted to the neckline, trying to tug it upwards. However, it seemed the dress had been tailored to showcase her assets, not to hide them.

"Grandma, what's taking so long!"

"Give me a minute!"

Julie's and Stacey's grins grew wide like a Cheshire cat when Rose finally stepped out from her walk-in closet.

"Well, well, well, Rose," Stacey said, her voice thick with mirth, "Now I see where Julie gets it from."

Rose's hands flew to her cleavage. "I can't believe this is the dress you bought me. I can't go out like this."

"Sure, you can, and you will," Julie said.

Julie stepped closer, placing a hand on her grandmother's arm. "You look stunning, Grandma," she assured her, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I know you're probably thinking that we just want to mess with you or have a laugh, but we just want you to have a little fun."

"You only live once, right?" Stacey added. "And who knows, you might end up having a ton of fun."

The genuine words resonated deep within Rose. Whatever trepidation she felt seemed to dissipate like mist. She took a deep breath and looked at the woman in the mirror. The dress was a little risqué, but it did look good on her. The color brought out the vibrancy of her eyes, and the cut emphasized the curves she had always had and her late husband had enjoyed so much.

She felt a sense of power she hadn't experienced in years--decades, even. "Thank you, girls. And yes, you're right, Stacey. You only live once. I'll try and keep an open mind."

The girls mentally fist-bumped, and they looked at each other meaningfully.

When Rose turned around, Julie stopped her. "Uh, Grandma?"

"Yes, dear?"

"You can't wear your usual underwear with that dress."

Rose froze at those words. "Wh- What's wrong with my underwear?"

Stacey stifled a laugh, and Julie suppressed her own. "There's nothing wrong with your underwear. It's just... you need different underwear," Julie declared with a tone of determination in her voice.

Rose watched as Julie reached inside one of the shopping bags. She felt the color leave her face as she took in the delicate lace of the barely-there thong. "Julie... you can't be serious."

They chuckled. "Oh, we're being dead serious, Grandma. This way you won't have any of those pesky panty lines. It's either this or--"

"Or you can go commando," Stacey cut in and smiled devilishly. "Like I am." Rose felt her stomach flutter. Her eyes went to Stacey's pants. The young girl was not wearing any underwear.

Rose snatched a black thong from Julie's grasp with a resigned sigh. She was not going to protest anymore, and it was better than going commando. Part of her realized this was part of the "experience"--the feeling of something new and daring against her skin.

Once everything was in place, Rose went back out again. "Perfect!" Stacey clapped her hands together. "Now, let's get your hair done," Stacey said.

"And makeup." Julie smiled.

***

Night had fallen over the quiet suburban neighborhood, and the three women were ready. Their heels clicked against the pavement as they walked to Stacey's car.

Rose took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't help but glance around, hoping that none of her neighbors would see her dressed that way.

She squared her shoulders, trying to project an air of confidence that she did not feel. Her large breasts jiggled enticingly as she tried to walk as naturally as possible in her daring, red, three-inch heels. She could feel the weight of her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress, but she remained steadfast, forcing herself not to adjust anything.

Her ass quivered with every step she took. The feeling of wearing such a flimsy piece of underwear was so foreign to her that it felt like she was naked.

They made small talk as they drove through the city.

"Julie, I still think I'm showing too much cleavage," Rose said, as she glanced down.

Julie giggled. "Nonsense, Grandma. You've still got it. So, you should flaunt it a little bit. Besides, you're hotter than the hottest cougars at the club."

"Oh my god, please stop calling me a cougar."

Both girls laughed.

Rose stepped out of the car, feeling a peculiar mix of dread and thrill. As she stared at the large name "Dorsia" across the club facade, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd bitten more than she could chew.

The thumping bass line of the music resonated in her chest like a heartbeat as they approached the door. The music and a cologne-like smell hit her like a wall when they entered. The lights were dim, and the entire place was bathed in a dark blue light.

Julie took her hand in a reassuring grip. "It's okay. Just stay close," she murmured in Rose's ear. The music was so loud that Rose thought the vibration would go right through her chest, but she forced a smile and allowed herself to be led.

Rose's eyes took a moment to adjust through the dimly lit interior as the trio made their way to the bar. Her first instinct was to shrink away and watch the young crowd from the sidelines. She felt every one of her sixty-five years as she glanced around the room, surrounded by the sleek, taut bodies of the youth.

Yet, as Rose moved through the crowd, she caught glimpses of a few men looking her way, and their gazes seemed to linger on her a little too long. She could only hope it was her eyes playing tricks on her.

The bartender, a young man with a piercing in his left eyebrow and sleeve tattoos on both arms, greeted them with a courteous nod.

"Good evening, ladies! What are we having?" he asked.

"Cranberry vodka!" Julie smiled.

"Rum and coke!" Stacey nodded.

"And for you?" the bartender asked, looking towards Rose.

"Oh! I...um... Can I get just a Coke?"

"A Coke? Come on, Grandma!" Julie nudged her.

"I don't know... You choose then."

"Let me," Stacey interjected. She beckoned the bartender over. "Give her a Long Island iced tea. Make it a little stronger. She is a first-timer."

The young man quirked a brow. "No kidding. First time here, huh? I've got you." He smiled.

Rose watched as the bartenders mixed the drinks. Their movements were swift and precise, not spilling a single drop.

"Here you go," the bartender smiled.

Rose stared at the tall glass. "What is that?"

"It's called a Long Island Tea," Stacey replied. "You'll love it."

Rose took a tentative sip. The sweet liquid was a mix of flavors she had never experienced before. The vodka hit her first. The cool drink slid down her throat, leaving a pleasant, fiery trail in its wake. Rose coughed a little, eliciting a couple of chuckles from the girls. "There you go, Rose. Think of it as an acquired taste." Stacey grinned.

Despite her initial reaction, the sweetness of the drink danced on her tongue, and Rose found herself taking another sip. The girls watched with amused expressions as Rose took yet another sip.

"Do you like it, Grandma?" Julie asked.

A small smile played on Rose's lips. "Yes. The drink is very nice." The cough had been more from surprise than anything else. Rose enjoyed a nice glass of wine from time to time, but this was no wine.

They clinked their glasses together. "Congrats on your first club, Grandma!" Julie grinned.

"Let's goooooo." Stacey chuckled.

Rose couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah. To new adventures."

***

As the night grew darker and the music got louder, the drinks flowed more freely. The alcohol spread through Rose's veins like a warm embrace, loosening the knots of tension she felt at the beginning and starting to make her feel lighter than air.

The Long Island Teas seemed to go smoother, as the sharp bite of the alcohol was now a familiar friend that made her feel fuzzy.

Two young men approached them; they were fixated on Julie and Stacey. "Ladies," the one with the spiky hair said with a shit-eating grin. "You two are the most beautiful flowers in this garden. Would you like to dance?"

Stacey bit back a laugh at the really bad pick-up line.

"Thanks, boys," Julie said sweetly. "But not tonight."

Rose saw the exchange and felt bad that she was stopping the girls from having a little fun. "It's alright, girls. Go. Go have your fun."

"Grandma, but I can just leave you here," Julie protested.

"Sweetie, I'll be fine," Rose said with a knowing smile, giving Julie's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You and Stacey go and dance a little. Just... be safe."