(continuing the sexual diary of eighteen year old high school senior, Elsie Blossom-Smith)
After my grandparents and the Johnson's had sex with me while I was "sleeping", I thought about the experience constantly. I am a good student and get high grades fairly easily. Supposedly, I have a great IQ, but after that night it seemed the only thing my big brain could think about was sex. I would be sitting in Mr. Diamond's history class for example, and he would be talking in his beautiful voice which has this wonderful English accent, and I would be staring at his pants to see if his bulge was showing. What was the matter with me!!?
Around the house life seemed pretty normal considering what had happened. We have a big house, with fifteen rooms, so one day Daddy decided that Grampa and Grandma might as well live with us instead of keeping up their own house which was almost across the street. My grandparents thought Daddy had a great idea. I thought he had really dangerous idea. My grandparents put their house up for sale and moved in with us. I guess I assumed there would be lots of opportunities for more "sleeping" experiences. It didn't work out that way. Then one day it did.
Daddy took Mom to one of his business conventions in the city, leaving just me in the house with Grampa and Grandma. I was on pins and needles that whole day. I think Grampa and Grandma were, too.
Grampa of course was totally horny being as he is a man, plus the only person he can have sex with is Grandma and she is not that good to look at any more. I hate to say something mean about a person but let's face it, when you get to be like sixty years old you lose a lot of your attractiveness. This was extra sad in Grandma's case because she was very pretty when she was young. She had been a homecoming queen at her college and in high school she was voted best looking girl in her senior class. Getting old and wrinkly was not only extra sad for her, it was extra hard on Grampa who used to have someone beautiful to have sex with but not anymore so I couldn't be too critical of him for wanting to screw a young girl like me, even if I was his own granddaughter.
I was a little mad at him for staring at me all the time, however. It seemed like Grampa was constantly checking me out and he didn't care if people saw him doing it. We would be having dinner and there would be Grampa looking at my tits in my jersey or turning in his chair to watch my bottom in my jeans when I got up to get something. It was extremely embarrassing!!
Grandma was a different story. She had shocked me at the Johnson's house when it turned out she wanted to see my panties and then have sex with me. I didn't stay shocked for very long. The way Grandma did it to me took care of that! Grandma sure hadn't lost her abilities in the sex department. Grampa should give her more credit, I thought, but he is a guy, an old guy but still a guy, and with guys how you look is a big deal no matter how great you are at blowjobs and stuff. Well that's life.
Except for Grampa's stares, as the days went by they both acted toward me like normal grandparents, not the kind who fuck you when they think you are sleeping, and I did my best to act normally with them, though like I said before the memory of that experience stayed fresh in my mind. Now our normal acting toward each other was about to be a lot less normal again.
After Daddy and Mom left, I chatted with Grampa and Grandma. I'm sure we all had the same thoughts going on but none of us could express them. We talked in the kitchen while they were having coffee and I was drinking juice.
"You look tired, Elsie, why don't you take a nap," Grandma said.
"Grandma, it's ten o'clock in the morning," I said. I was teasing them. I really did feel like going into the living room and lying down on the couch and taking a "nap", and I would have done that probably except just then there was a knock on the door.
Two old guys from the Senior's Club who Grandpa goes bowling with had come to pick him up for a bowling match they were having that morning that Grampa had forgotten about in his excitement over the possibility of screwing me. You could see he was frustrated when he left the house, carrying his bowling ball case.
Nothing else happened the rest of the day. That night, Grampa and Grandma went to see some friends of theirs, for just a short visit, they said. They told me they would be back about nine o'clock and that if I wanted to wait for them instead of going out with my friends, maybe we could play cards or something and that if I got tired while I was waiting I could take a nice nap on the sofa. Hmmmmm, I thought, that sounds interesting.
"Gee, I am a little sleepy," I said, stretching, which made my tits stick out in my jersey the way Grampa likes to see them. "Mmmmm," I sighed and I stretched again. I looked down at myself and saw my nipples practically poking right out of fabric of my jersey. I glanced at Grampa and saw him staring at my cute points. I glanced at Grandma and she was staring, too.
"Okay, maybe we can play set back or something," I said.
"Um, why don't you wear one of your skirts tonight, Elsie, I think you look so nice in them," Grandma said.
"Gee, I don't have to look nice just to play cards do I?," I said.
"Oh, it's just that your Grampa and I are a bit old fashion. We enjoy seeing young people dress the way we used to. When I was your age, girls wore mini skirts, you know. Much more than they do now."
A few hours later I was on the sofa in a clean, yellow jersey and a short skirt. The color of my bikini panties matched my jersey. Also, I had on my running shoes and socks. I had washed and brushed my hair and I had a pin in it to hold it back. The TV was on. I lay back on the sofa. It was a little after eight. Before I knew it, I actually fell asleep, probably because I was nervous and I fall asleep very easily when I am nervous about something.
A sound in the kitchen woke me up. Usually, I will sleep through anything. I am famous in my family for being such a sound sleeper, but sometimes the slightest thing will wake me. I don't understand why I am like that.
"Oh gosh, they're here," I whispered to myself. My heart started to beat very fast and I felt this warm buzz go through me from head to toe. I pulled up my skirt until my panties were like half exposed and I slid my left leg out to the edge of the sofa and then I lay back with my eyes closed and waited.
Someone came into the room. I could tell it was Grampa by the clumpity clump of his steps. He came right up to the sofa almost and stopped there. I couldn't see him looking at me but I could feel his eyes. I sighed and squiggled a little against the cushions. I was feeling very very naughty, I have to admit. In the back of my mind was this huge thought: in a few minutes I am going to be screwed! I sighed again and let my hand down on my jersey and I pushed it against the side of one of my tits.
"Mmmmm," I breathed. I let my hand down.
I was a little surprised that Grampa just stood there. I don't know what I expected exactly but I expected him to do something besides standing there like a statue. I thought he would at least get down on his knees for a closer look and maybe push up my skirt higher or feel up my tits a little to see if I would wake up. He and Grandma would have to check me out that way, like they did the last time, making sure I was really sound asleep so they could have sex with me without me knowing what they were doing. I didn't open my eyes just enough to peek because Grampa was right above me, staring down, and I was afraid he would notice.
"Oh, Henry, there you are," I heard as the second person came into the room.
I almost had a heart attack. The voice was Mom's. The person who had been looking at me wasn't Grampa. It was Daddy!
"My goodness, what have we here?," Mom said.
"She's sleeping," Daddy told her.
"I can see she's sleeping. I can also see her panties. Is that what you have been looking at, dear?"
"What? Oh, well, Ahem. Yes, I guess I was thinking if…if you should pull down her skirt."
"But if I did that, Henry, you wouldn't be able to look at her panties any more."
"Lorraine, please."
Mom came closer. I could sense her standing above me, right next to Daddy.
"She does look adorable. I don't blame you for ogling her. Those panties are incredible, so skimpy and cute and look, you can see a few of her blonde cunt hairs peeking out the sides."
"I see them. You don't blame me?"
"Not at all. Elsie sleeps like a bear in the winter time. When she is really out, nothing wakes her, not even a hurricane."
"Yes, I know," Daddy said, as if he was thinking about something.
Mom said that Grampa and Grandma must be out because their car wasn't in the driveway and then she said that she and Daddy should have a drink of scotch while they decided what to do about me sleeping there with my panties exposed. One reason they should think about this, she said, was that Daddy had gotten a big bulge in the front of his pants and they needed to figure out why he would have a bulge like that at this time. "She looks a little funny," Daddy said. "She seems to be getting pale and her face is quite tense."
"Yes, you're right. Here, dear, I poured you a nice scotch."
"Thank you."
"Maybe she is having a dream."
"Probably. I think the dream is making her worried or something, from the expression on her face."
"Right, but, well I hate to mention this, darling, but look at the way her nipples are sticking up in her jersey. I mean, goodness, they are hard as they can be. She must be having an erotic dream."
"You think? Then why is she so pale?"
"She does look tense. I know, why don't you put your hand down near her panties, Henry. I'll tell you a secret. When Elsie becomes aroused, her cunt gets unusually hot. If you put your hand even several inches above her cunt you can feel the heat coming out of her. I know about that because she told me, she was afraid there was something wrong and that she should see a doctor about it. She is such a sweetheart to have a hot cunt like that, don't you think?"
"Good grief! Lorraine I wish you wouldn't talk about her 'cunt'. Can't you say vagina or something?"
