1.
It had been a tiring day. But when I opened the door to our apartment and saw Marianne, lying on the floor reading, much of my frustration was wiped away. She was the most amazing creature I had ever known. We had been together for a year now. I loved her more than ever. We were both 23 and since three months we had been sharing an apartment in a student housing area. It was small but quite nice. Marianne was attending women's studies courses, I was busy with my law studies. We were both introverted, and didn't socialize much. That was fine with me. I wouldn't come out and say it to her, but I liked the semi-domestic pattern that we already had settled into. The two of us, our families, a few good friends. Perfect.
Marianne lay on her side, head propped on her hand. When she saw me there was a smile on her beautiful face that dimpled her cheeks and lit up her cool gray eyes. Even from across the room, I could make out the big cylinders of my girlfriends breasts, encased in a tank top and squashed against the rug by her other arm. Marianne's long legs were folded, her full thighs pressed together and her pretty feet bare.
"Hi darling. I met Fredrik outside. He says he's got a crazy story for us."
As I shut the door, Marianne finished a page, then shut her book and rose to her feet.
"Hi Christopher. Hi Fredrik. Nice to see you."
She came to greet us and gave me a kiss on the mouth. She always did. She gave Fredrik a shy hug. She liked Fredrik but found him immature. "A wannabe macho man", she once said. "But everybody can see that he's just a boy".
Fredrik had been secretive, he had indicated it was something about my grandpa but he would say no more until we got inside. I had known Fredrik all my life. He could remember grandpa from he was seven. My grandpa had always fascinated him. Maybe because monster tales have always fascinated Fredrik?
As always, Fredrik put his heart into the story. He eyes were sparkling and in his funny, familar way his arms were waving like a conductor's when he attacked the details. The story was disgusting.
It took place outside a downtown shopping centre. Outside the entrance a couple a little younger than us were holding each other, necking. Fredrik noticed that the girl, who was very beautiful, made eye contact with someone coming towards them. She gave this someone a shy smile but seemed uncomfortable. Suddenly my runt of a grandpa came into view. Fredrik hadn't seen him for years but recognized him instantly. The young guy suddenly got brusque.
"What are you goggling at you ugly old sod?"
He was still having his arms around his hot girlfriend.
"What was that, boy?"
"You heard me." The boy was mumbling now. Fredrik raised his voice and tried to growl like grandpa:
"What did you just call me, boy?"
Then grandpa slowly walked up to the young guy. He grabbed him and Fredrik explained in sordid detail how my little grandpa made mince meat out of this tall young punk. He really hurt him. In no time the young man was knocked to the ground, grandpa twisted his arms behind his back, stepped on his head and mashed his face into the ground, forcing him to apologize.
After he finished with the boy grandpa slowly walked over to the girl. Her boyfriend was still on the ground. His face was bleeding and he cried. His right arm looked out of joint.
"It was totally crazy, said Fredrik. The old guy walked towards the girl and everyone there could see the fight has given him a boner he could have beaten up a guy with. It looked like had a fuckin baton under his pants. It was, you know, like in the jungle. The king of the jungle comes, fights, wins, picks his mate. That little old bastard isn't for real."
Grandpa stopped right before the girl, pressed into her, held her close, smooched her cheek, smelled her hair, whispered something into her ear and let her feel his meat for a few seconds. The girl did nothing to stop him. She was all flushed and just stared into the ground. Then he turned on his heels and abruptly walked away. The girl gave his back a long lingering look before she attended to her wounded boyfriend.
As usual Fredrik was trying to impress Marianne with his story-telling. I knew he was infatuated with her. He was looking at her almost all the time as he rambled on. "I am sure Christopher's granddad knew that girl. What a freak!. That girl was so ready for him!"
I tried to observe Mariannes reaction to Fredriks horrid story. She had her face turned away from me. She played with her lovely dark blonde hair, it fell at an angle that shielded her face from view. She seemed to try to keep her reaction to herself. She was flushed, though. Most of the time she was playing with her delicate middle finger.
2.
Marianne had never met my grandpa. He was my dad's dad. Since grandma died a few years back my family hadn't seen him much. Grandpa didn't like my family, and we didn't like him. When I was a boy I found him intimidating. I suppose I still do. The last time we saw him was some year ago. In the presence of my mother he called my dad and I "two limpdicks". No contact since.
Grandpa used to be an aggressive king of the stock market, and he took an early retirement. He is 68 now, and stinking rich. He lives in a luxury flat in a downtown apartment building. Grandpa is ridiculously small, not much more than 1.60. That makes him nearly 30 cm shorter than my dad and I. And he is really ugly. He has got this big, flat potato shaped nose, brutal-looking like an ex-boxer.
Grandma was his opposite in every respect. Tall, elegant, beautiful, good-natured, she loved us like a grandparent should. Why did she marry this mean little runt?
Grandpa's idea of fun seems to be to build even bigger muscles. The upper part of his body is really big, but unappetingly hairy. Yuch, thank God dad and I had none of that.
And all the gossip around him! When I grew up he and grandma lived nearby. People loved to talk about this old guy who always cheated on his wife. Beautiful women were coming to his house, some very young, and they seemed to get younger by the years. Rumours had it that he had fathered at least a dozen illegitimate children. My dad was pretty sure grandpa was still paying child maintanance for at least two.
And of course there were rumours about what this short oldman had, that these willing women liked. The rumours were disgusting, laughable, wildly unlikely. And very embarrassing for our family.
Grandpa had three more sons. They were all totally different from dad and me, masculine, succesful, dominant, show-offs - and womanizers. We didn't get on with any of them.
Marianne had met all of my uncles a few times. Surprisingly, my shy Marianne seemed to find them OK. Surprising, because nothing annoyed Marianne more than men who showed off. She was a declared feminist and couldn't stand male chauvinists. Lucky for us, my uncles seeemed to like Marianne too. Our family could use some goodwill there. We knew they found us geekish.
3.
Fredrik had left, we were off to bed. Fredrik's story had made me nervous. When I made it to the bedroom Marianne was only wearing panties. Her breasts swayed free, big and white, and long- that was what was so extraordinary about them - that they were full, and long, and still so firm. It was cold in the apartment, and her brown nipples were erect and pointed at me, accusingly I thought.
Unlike me Marianne had a strong sex drive but she always seeemed to be embarrassed about her lust. Now she worked her panties off her full, round buns. She kicked them off, then swung her legs under the covers, which took long enough to give me a view of her lovely full bush, and her vaginal lips that flashed unusually moist and pink between her white thighs. When Marianne undressed completely I knew she needed sex badly. I felt more aroused than I could remember and for once I felt that I would be up to it. She must have noticed that my penis was harder and hotter than usual and began fondling it. Her nipples were really peaked when I touched them. I put my hand down between her legs and found her hairy hole. She was very wet and ready, this added to my excitement. She caressed my rather unathletic frame while I kissed her strong, voluptous body. I always wanted to comment on her lovely body but I seldom did. Marianne used critisize the objectification of women's bodies in our society.
