As promised, the second story involving the same characters. This is not a sequel, but a different take on the original idea. Enjoy.
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My parents died on my eighteenth birthday. Isn't that a kick in the nuts? They were actually on their way home to pick me up so we could go out to eat when this sixteen-year-old who had that very day gotten her license ran a stop sign while texting and crashed into them, sending them into a power grid and killing them instantly.
Mom and Dad rented, so I had no house to call my own. They had life insurance, a couple hundred thousand apiece, but I really didn't want to blow it all on renting a place. Lucky for me, Gramma—Mom's mom—was there to lend what support she could. She lived in the same town we did, so she told me that I was free to stay with her while deciding what to do with my life. She even set me up with her investor to help manage my money.
My dad's mom, whom I called Gran-Gran, offered to take me in as well. Both were widows, but where Gramma was lower middle class, Gran-Gran was upper class. I thanked Gran-Gran, but told her that I had already enrolled in the community college here at home, so staying with Gramma was just a better fit for the moment. Gran-Gran said she understood, and she let me know that her door was always open to me.
I had enrolled in the Automotive course at Willoughby Community College. Grampa, Gramma's deceased husband, had been a mechanic and had taught me a lot, so it was just a matter of me showing off my skills to get the good grades I would need to pass the class.
First day there, I met the craziest dude I would ever know. His name was Stephen Spivey, and he had a story for every circumstance: Practical jokes, embarrassing moments, drinking and drugs, and sex. Especially sex. He had a thing for old women—Grannies, or GILFs. We thought he was sick, but in a funny way.
One day before class began, I asked him if he was serious about the granny thing. "Dude, you just don't know. Those old biddies'll do anything to keep a young guy coming back, and when I say 'anything,' I mean
anything
."
"How do you find them?" I asked curiously.
"I have different things I do. Sometimes I go on Craigslist, but I really don't have much success there. Then there are a couple of websites I go to, like 'Granny-a-go-go' and 'Shameful Grannies.' I usually get at least one a week from there. Then there's the Am Vets. Go there on 'Golden Oldies' night and you can pretty much have your pick of 'em."
"And you legit fuck them?" I asked.
"It's like I've said all along: Ain't no pussy like granny pussy."
I have to admit, I was intrigued, which is why I said, "You've got to hook me up."
"Really?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah, sure. In fact, I know a couple of old broads from the Am Vets. I'll call them after class and see what's up."
It was all I could do to contain myself. The truth is, I was still a virgin. I wasn't ugly, nor fat, nor anything else. I was just a shy loner type who was too afraid to even say hello to a girl. Hopefully my new relationship with Stephen would change all that.
He didn't tell me anything immediately after class. In fact, it wasn't until ten that night that he called and said, "You have anything planned for Friday night?" I told him that I didn't. "Good, because I lined us up with a couple of nice ones. We'll be going to their place, so you don't have to have first-time jitters of being seen in public with them."
I had a lot of questions, so I hoped I didn't sound like a complete dunce when I asked, "What should I wear?"
"Khakis and a Polo."
"Do I bring flowers or anything like that?"
He laughed. "Do you mean money, or legit flowers?" I told him that I didn't know what he meant. "Flowers—more specifically, roses—is what a prostitute asks for. It's code for money. Either way, they don't expect to be paid, and they don't expect a handful of posies. All they want is a good time with a couple of young bucks with enough stamina to get them off. I'll get us a twelve-pack of Bud. That should be enough. Any other questions?"
"Nah. That should do it. What time?"
"Pick me up around eight. I'll give you my address tomorrow."
"Cool. Later."
"Yeah."
It was all I could do to contain myself until Friday night, but I did. Gramma asked if I had a date, and was elated when I told her I did; this was the first date I had been on in the over seven months I had lived with her. I picked Stephen up at the designated time, and by nine o'clock we were at our destination.
We walked in after being greeted at the door, then Stephen introduced me to Pat and Jessie. "They're sisters," he told me, "and tonight, Pat is all mine." She giggled as he scooped an arm around her thick waist and kissed her on the cheek.
They both were heavy set, but where Pat was more round, Jessie was big-breasted and wide hipped. Except for the fact that she looked like a female John Goodman, she reminded me of Gramma. I had been carrying the twelve-pack of Bud, so I handed it to Jessie. She tore it open and set four bottles on the coffee table in the living room, then placed the rest in the fridge. She came back out and sat next to me. I opened her beer for her and she praised me for being a gentleman. I smiled a goofy smile, opened my own, and downed half of it to calm my nerves.
About fifteen minutes in, Stephen and Pat began to make out pretty heavily on the love seat. Jessie said, "Go ahead and take it to your room, Pat," which she did. Stephen called out, "If I'm not back by morning, send out the search dogs for me." He was still laughing when the bedroom door closed.
"My bedroom is over here," Jessie said quietly. "Would you like to go there?"
"Yeah, sure," I said, and stood, then helped her up.
"Always the gentleman, eh?" she said as she took my hand and led me to her room.
Once in there, I polished off my beer, burped, excused myself, and just smiled as she began to undress. I watched her shirt come off, then her pants, then her bra—I whispered "
WOW
" when her breasts spilled out—and finally her underwear. "Turn around," I told her, and got a nice look at her chunky ass. I touched it, palmed it, and noticed how erratic my breathing had become.
Jessie turned and smiled. "Calm down. We have all night."
