Jade's grandparents, Kevin and Gloria, are her mother's parents. They live in the country near the town where she will attend college and they invite her to live with them. The affair with Jade's panties begins only a week after she moves in.
Jade watches quietly through the slightly open bedroom door as Kevin slides her panties from yesterday along his erection. She moves slightly for a better view. Gloria has one foot resting on the mattress, and a hand under her skirt as she watches him. "Are you thinking of Sadie? I am. Jade's mom was so good in bed." Gloria's moans betray any platonic images Jade might have had moments before. "Her pussy..." he begins, but stops as he begins to gush over the panties. The initial shock wanes as Jade sneaks away from the bedroom door towards the kitchen. "Mom, now me. What else?" she puzzles along the hallway.
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"Cats and Dogs," Jade mumbles to herself as the unexpected downpour drenches her while walking across the university campus. The rain stops just as she reaches her car and the steam begins to rise from the black asphalt. A swipe of the hand does little to squeeze much of the wetness from her blouse. It does seem to firm up a nipple.
The Friday afternoon traffic is miserable as usual until she turns on the rural farm road. "Six more miles," she says as she changes the station on the radio and then clicks it off. "Gotta get the CD player fixed some day." The tires make a funny noise as they cross the cattle guard just off the road. The cloud of dust obscures the world behind the old pickup truck as she bounces along the rutted drive to the house.
"You should have waited to get home before taking a shower!"
"Tell the weatherman that. Hi grandpa." Jade wraps an arm around him and lets a foot hover in the air as she kisses him. Her damp blouse presses tight against his khaki work shirt and the soft mounds of her breasts please him. "Careful, you'll make an old man embarrass himself." Her simple kiss that begins on the cheek continues on his lips. His tongue touches hers. "You old letch." She giggles softly. "I am going to take a shower, you better not let grandma catch you watching," she teases in a throaty sensual tone.
Her hips flip from side to side with each step to the porch. She glances back and he is watching. She pulls the hem of her skirt up her long slim legs just a little and smiles before letting it go. There is a small bulge in his pants and his tongue rests against his lower lip. A small amount of drool glistens below his lip.
The sounds of his work boots against the hardwood floor are much louder than the soft pats of her bare feet on the tile floor of the bathroom. The only other sound is the loud pounding of her heart as she leans with her back against the wall remembering the other day when she caught him in his bedroom holding her panties over his erection. Her hips slip slightly down and her knees continue to spread as her fingers explore in the growing space between her thighs. She knows he is staring at her clothes piled in the slightly open door. She can hear his breathing and she imagines she hears his zipper and then the clinking of his belt buckle coming undone.
Her hips stop their slide along the velvet texture of the tile on the wall and a second finger joins the first in the growing wetness of her tunnel. The new moan filters though the wall and a grunt returns. She pictures her strokes matching his and soon her pleasures match his. She looks down and her panties no longer lie on top of the pile of clothes.
Jade stands in the center of the bathroom and watches herself as she pats the towel against her small firm breasts. "Whoo, nice tits," she coos. The towel dangles in one hand as the fingers of the other twist at a nipple until it hardens. The fingers strum the nipple and the towel falls to the floor. The hand slides across her labia and pulls the clit from the hood. "Ah-h," she starts. The interruption comes too quickly.
"Dinners ready Jade!"
"Be right there grandma!"
She slips on her short cutoff jeans and halter-top and then walks barefoot into the dinning room. "Big test tomorrow, gotta eat though." She glances at Kevin. "Also need to do some laundry." She smirks and then puts a bite of mashed potatoes in her mouth.
"Did you enjoy your shower?" he asks with a devilish grin remaining on his face. His fork idly stirs the melting butter in the mashed potatoes. The bottle makes a small farting sound as he squeezes ketchup on his meatloaf.
"Very pleasurable," she sighs. "I need to get more panties. Does anyone have a favorite color?"
Long after dinner, she passes their bedroom and glances at his naked hips slamming between Gloria's legs reaching for the ceiling. The sounds of "fuck me big boy," and rhythmic moans leave no question they are both enjoying themselves. Jade sits at her desk and the Inorganic Chemistry book does not hold her attention as much as scene from moments before. She takes a sip of beer as she leans back and rests the bottom of a bare foot against the edge of the desk. Her toes wiggle and the pages of the book flip over as her hand slinks along her thigh. The mouth of a beer bottle slips though the labia before she takes her next sip. The bottle lingers shortly in front of her lips, the fragrance waifs upward, and then her lips savor her own taste more than the beer. "Study for the goddamn test tomorrow," she scolds herself, though the images and taste remain.
That night, as the light of the full moon bathes her naked body lying on top of the sheets in the warm night air; she is lulled to sleep to the chorus of moans and groans from the other bedroom.
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Grandpa sits alone on the porch steps as Jade closes the car door. "Hi sweetie. How was your test?"
"Think I aced it. How are you doing? Got any dirty old man kisses for your granddaughter?"
He leans on one hand for support as he stands and brushes off the dirt off his khaki work clothes. She rests seductively against him; her hand wanders over the seat of his pants. "Hmmm, someone is all hot and dusty. Did you plow the field just for me?" She kisses him squarely on the mouth. Her tongue drives his lips apart briefly. "Grandma sure is lucky to have a kisser like you." Her fingers press the seat of his pants between his cheeks. "Wow!" She shouts and gives him a peck on the lips before walking away. She can still hear his strained breathing from the top porch step.
The screen door slams shut and she walks down the hall past the empty kitchen to her room. She can smell the string beans as they cook in the bubbling water on the stove. The book bag lands in the center of the bed and a few books spill onto the bedspread. She stands at the window and watches her grandmother kneeling beside a rose bush pulling a few weeds. Gloria's blouse is unbuttoned enough she can see the tanned breasts dangling freely inside. "Guess they fucked before I got home."
