An Unexpected Girlfriend
I got my first full-time job after a year of struggling with the odd part-time, lowly-paid stuff since leaving school. I immediately celebrated my 18th birthday with driving lessons, and Mum and Dad bought me a nice second-hand car. Being mobile and having money in my wallet was great. Not so great was the realisation that I couldn't just tag along when Mum and Dad went on their regular foreign holidays. Firstly they said I'd have to pay my way now, secondly I didn't have any holiday entitlement built up yet with my new employer, and thirdly Dad said he needed someone to keep an eye on Gran. She was getting a bit forgetful, and Mum or Dad kept a regular check on her, did her shopping and called on her every day. With me now being mobile, I was expected to pop in to see her each evening after work, while Mum and Dad were in Spain for a fortnight. She isn't my real Grandmother, but a widowed friend that Mum used to work with. Hilda is a sweet old thing, and as none of my grandparents were alive, I accepted my duty of daily visits with a sort of resigned acceptance.
I just hoped I'd have plenty of time to spend with my mate John, who was, as usual, trying to get us both a girlfriend. I confess I wasn't very good with girls, and found it very difficult to talk to them. John wasn't exactly a babe-magnet, but at least he was more confident than me. I saw John the night before taking my parents to the airport. He was full of his latest success with the ladies. I couldn't quite believe what he was saying though. It seems that the girl he was trying to date wasn't playing ball. He kept calling on her with one excuse or another, but failed to make any impression, except on her mother Joan. She felt sorry for him, and used to invite him in for a drink and a chat every time he called. Then, being an opportunist, he turned his chat up lines on Joan. They didn't work. Then he thought up an elaborate plan. He accidentally-on-purpose spilt his glass of squash in his lap. He excitedly told me what happened next, but his isn't the story I want to tell. You see, even as he was smiling at the memory of taking off his trousers and pants in front of a woman for the first time, I was already developing his idea into one I could use myself.
Mum and Dad flew on the Friday evening, and I don't work weekends, so I went to see Hilda at about 10 am on Saturday. I started a routine straight away by making her a cup of tea. I made sure it was very hot by heating up the cup and the milk as well. My whole purpose was to get into Hilda's mind that every time I made the tea, it was much too hot to drink straight away. It only took a few times to make Hilda realise she needed to put her mug on the coffee table next to her for several minutes before even attempting to sip it. Each time she'd comment on how I managed to make the hottest tea in the World.
By Sunday mid-morning I was ready; nervous, but ready. I handed her a scalding mug of strong tea. Then, as she carefully placed it to one side, turning away from me as she did, I sat down opposite her with my tepid mug of weak tea. Then, having already broken the handle off the old mug I always used, I dropped the mug in my lap and began an Oscar-winning performance. My shouting and jumping around even convinced me, let alone Hilda, that I was in severe pain.
"Oh my goodness, Oh my!" She gasped, with a hand over her mouth and getting up to try and help. "Quick dear, you need to splash cold water on it straight away. Go in the kitchen and..." I was gone. Faster than you could say, ..."splash some water on it Jason. Oh my poor boy." And I already had a bowl of cold water ready to dowse on my soaking wet crotch. I did allow my moans and actions to tone down then, because I didn't want to make Hilda think she had to ring for help.
I was already undoing my trousers as she asked me if it was better now. I dropped my jeans and put my thumbs in my underpants as I looked up at her and said,
"Sorry about this Gran, but I really need to check what damage has been done. It still hurts bad." Then I slowly lowered my pants and looked down at my wet, dangling penis. Fortunately my nerves were keeping an erection at arm's length. I gently touched the side of my heavy balls, that I hadn't emptied in a couple of days, and prodded my slightly pink groin, that I had rubbed vigourously while making the tea, to make it look a bit sore. It wasn't, of course.
Hilda looked too, and time sort of stood still for a while. I thought I'd better keep the plan moving, or it might stall.
"Oh Gran it hurts. Do you think I've damaged myself for life? Have you got any cream to rub in, to stop it stinging?"
Gran looked up at my face, then down at my penis. I tried again, "I hope I haven't done any lasting damage; what if it won't work now? What if I can't have kids?" That hit the spot, and Gran slowly replied. "Oh I'm sure you haven't hurt it that bad Jason. I guess the pain is a lot less now you've put cold water in it, is it?"
Yes Gran, but it still stings; haven't you got some cream you could rub in to help me?"
This was the big moment. Time stopped again.
"Please Gran, quick if you have!" That did it.
"Oh sorry my boy, come into my bedroom and I'll see." I gladly followed, after leaving my wet clothes behind and my cock swaying from side to side.
Gran got a tube of something from her bedside table and turned to hand it to me. I'd already thought of this one.
"Oh Gran, you do it please; I can't. Sorry I'm a wimp. I'm so glad it's you doing it for me; I'd be so embarrassed if it was anyone else!"
