It had been a long day at my granddaughter's graduation party, but while most of the other relatives and friends of my granddaughter's had faded in the heat and got groggy from the booze, yours truly was still doing fine.
You have to pace yourself. I had learned that long ago the hard way, because while it's amusing when you're young to be the clown doing keg stands, it's more enjoyable to be the audience instead of the performer.
Besides, at a party like my daughter and her husband threw for their kid, held out in their backyard around the pool, there was a lot to see. Nubile 18 year old girls running around in scanty suits kept one's attention, and to most of the guys in attendance the girl who was watched the most was my granddaughter Amanda.
Amanda, a perky blonde with a figure much like her Mom's had been at her age, was undeniably beautiful but while I confess to glancing at her from time to time from behind my shades, this story isn't about her.
I have no perverted thoughts regarding my granddaughter, because while I confess to being a deviate whose mind is usually in the gutter, I am a degenerate with morals, if such a thing is possible.
Therefore, while I freely admit to ogling every woman of legal age at the party, the two exceptions were my daughter and granddaughter. They were off limits to my leering, although that didn't apply to my son-in-law's huge-busted sister who I checked out whenever her husband wasn't around.
There was one young lady that I concentrated on all day, and since she arrived early that meant she was my eye candy for a long time. The girl is question was a cute young thing named Janice who happens to be my granddaughter's best friend and the more I looked at her the more I was attracted to her.
To be honest I suspect that poor Janice got less attention than any other girl, since I guessed that maybe part of her role in my granddaughter's life was to make Amanda look prettier in comparison. Knockout girls often did that when I was young - hanging out with less attractive girls - and maybe they still do.
Janice wasn't ugly mind you, but she was clearly not being swarmed over by the boys her age even though she seemed to try her best to make herself available. She had a nice smile and was friendly to all, even me, but as the day went on she seemed to get a little bit down and started to play the role of a waitress or hostess instead of an available young lady.
So maybe Janice was a little plump, maybe carrying 20 or 30 pounds too much on her 5'3" frame, but that sort of thing never bothered me, and maybe her nose was a little big and she had a bit of a pear shaped body with her bottom larger than her top. So what?
Back in the Gilligan's Island days when it came to choosing between Ginger and Mary Ann, there was no comparison in my book. I even married a Mary Ann of sorts because I always thought that many of the beauty queens came with attitude whereas the somewhat attractive ladies tried harder to please. Lord knows my very tolerant and loving late wife did for almost 40 years.
Janice, who I looked on as a Mary Ann sidekick to my granddaughter's Ginger, might have had an idea that I was interested in her but I suspect she just looked at me as a harmless old geezer who might be a little soft in the head. After all, I was almost 50 years her senior.
Any possible softness in my head had not traveled lower, thank goodness, and several times during the course of the day I was forced to get into the pool to mask the tent in my baggy shorts I used for swim trunks.
I didn't necessarily try to hide it from Janice because after all she was the one that caused it much of the time, and even though I kept it pointing down as best I could it was still obvious. That was because although I'm not matinee idol in the looks department, wasn't blessed with an abundance of brains or athletic ability, I am exceptionally well endowed.
I was the first man my late wife, who was a very naive farm girl straight off the turnip truck, had ever been with, so as she was fond of saying, she had no idea that all men weren't built like I was until later. It's not like having a huge cock is an accomplishment, since I had nothing to do with it, but while I never bragged neither did I try to hide it or not use it all I could.
So as the day began to turn into evening I had retreated to a lounge chair, watching as most of the crowd stayed around my granddaughter, and to my delight Janice wandered over towards me.
"Can I get you anything Mr. Tyler?" the cherubic cutie asked, nervously fiddling with the elastic around the leg opening of her extremely modest bathing suit, but I shook my head.
"I'm fine honey, but why don't you relax," I suggested. "Amanda should be doing the hostessing. After all it's her party."
"She's - busy," Janice said with a wave of her hand. "But maybe I will sit down if you don't mind."
"I would love that," I assured her. "Maybe people will talk though, thinking that we're together romantically."
"People don't usually talk about me like that," Janice said glumly.
"Between boyfriends?"
"You could say that."
"Keep your chin up dear. Cute girls like you are always in demand," I told her and got a roll of the eyes in return.
"Maybe when the party breaks up somebody will get desperate enough to hit on me. Isn't that a song? Something about girls looking better when the bar closes?"
"Perhaps. I wouldn't know about that because you were cute when I met you this morning," I replied before continuing. "Is that how it works? You think boys settle for you when there's no other options?"
"I don't think it. I know it. There's a couple boys here that can tell you about it," the cherubic gal explained. "Lucky for me there aren't any cameras at the old stump."
"The old stump?"
"It's what's left of what must have been a big tree back in the woods. We go back there and drink sometimes, and it's a good place to go if you want to - can't believe I'm telling you this."
"My lips are sealed," I said. "Did you drink any of that Southern Comfort they were trying to keep hidden?"
"You saw that huh Mr. Tyler?" Janice giggled. "I had a little. It must have loosened my tongue."
"So the gang goes back there to get stoned and copulate?"
"Copulate?" Janice chuckled. "No, at least I don't. I'm desperate but not THAT desperate. I do - other stuff though. Guess I'm kinda famous for it. Notorious might be a better word. That's why some boys call me BJ."
"That's your mistake right there Janice," I opined. "Wasting your time with boys. You're too much woman for a kid. You should set your sights higher."
"Oh yeah? Somebody like you?" Janice asked with a laugh. "You want to go back to the stump with me?"
"That's an idea although I could do better than that."
"You must be drunk too," Janice told me as she leaned back and linked her hands behind her neck. "It's been a long day."
"That it has," I agreed as I looked at her breasts pushing out against her top, and I noted the dense five o'clock shadow that filled the hollows of her armpits. "When I got here earlier your underarms were as smooth as butter."
"Omigod," Janice mumbled as she quickly lowered her arms and blushed.
"I shouldn't have said that because I was enjoying the view," I responded. "Couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to run my tongue under your arms."
"Omigod," Janice repeated while appearing to shiver at the thought.
"Nobody ever did that to you?" I wondered aloud, and after Janice shook her head no briskly I elaborated. "Another reason to avoid boys. They have no real appreciation of a woman's body. There is no part of a woman that I wouldn't or haven't kissed. Your underarms are a very sensitive and sensual area."
"I think that would tickle," Janice replied.
"Not if it's done right," was my response as I leaned towards the girl. "If you'd like I could show you."
"Not here," Janice said with a laugh.
"Of course not dear, but I can dream."
"You want me to suck your dick, don't you?" Janice whispered.
"I wouldn't turn down the offer," I said. "However I would insist on returning the affection."
"I'm a virgin," Janice blurted out. "I know that seems hard to believe because of the way I've been talking but it's true."
