Housekeeping: This is fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older. I edit my own stories. I do not currently plan on getting an editor. Constructive criticism is welcome.
This is a quick story. I'm working on a much longer one that has been frustrating me for quite some time.
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Marcus is getting increasingly frustrated and angry with his two 'best' friends. He's trying to stay focused on the video game that they had supposedly agreed to play. Marcus isn't getting angry because he's winning every round. He's angry that he's winning because Matt and Scott aren't paying attention and are staring out the window. At his sunbathing grandmother.
Matt chortles as he leans against the window frame on his foreman, "Dude, I can't believe that your mom got you a babysitter while she's out!"
Scott is staring out the window with his game controller loosely dangling from his hand, "Yooooo! She's such a GILF! What the actual fuck, man!"
Sighing heavily, Marcus mutters, "GILF?! What the fuck?"
Matt chimes in to mansplain, "GILF means 'Grandmother I'd Like to Fuck', bro."
"I know what it fucking means, you fucking moron!" Marcus shouts as his game character shoves Matt's off of the screen. "You guys are being gross. Besides, she fucking lives here, dude!"
Scott replies without taking his eyes off of Marcus's grandmother, Alice. "She's so hot, dude. Like what 60 year old can rock a bikini like that?"
"She's in her 60's," Marcus grumbles. "And that's my grandmother that you're disrespecting."
Marcus' friends mutter in unison, "Whatever, dude. She's hot."
Marcus snapped. "You know? If you're just going to be assholes and drool over my grandmother while not play video games with me like we planned for the weekend, you can just leave!" he yells at his friends.
Matt and Scott turn to glare at Marcus. Matt is the first to speak, "Like seriously, dude? We're just playing."
Guiltily, Scott interrupts and states honestly, "No, we're weren't. I think we were pretty clear about the fact that we want to fuck his grandmother... Or at least I do... Besides, I wasn't clowning on him for his mother 'hiring a babysitter' for him. One. He's 18. An adult. He's literally just a few months younger than us. Two. He cooks better than we do. All I can do is microwave some bullshit. You have to hit a drive-thru. Three. He was able to buy his own car before we figured out how to." Scott gets up from his chair. "The least I can do is leave when he says so." Turning to look at his friend, "Bro, I'm sorry. I got caught up in my own bullshit and disrespected your grandmother. I'll understand if you don't talk to me for a few weeks or months." As Scott picks up his backpack and walks to the door, "Matt, get your shit, or call an Uber. If, Marcus doesn't call the cops to trespass you."
Grabbing his own bag, Matt growls, "You can't even take a joke, bro. There's no way that I'd fuck an old woman." And loudly follows the other friend out.
Marcus follows them enough to watch them leave the house. He stops when the front door closes, and waits to hear Scott's car leaving down the gravel driveway. Marcus goes back to the den to tidy up the game console and controllers and pick up the empty soda, energy drink cans, and pizza boxes. He had actually been enjoying having them over. He's rather isolated on his family's ranch. It's been a long while since he was able to have some friends visit. During this isolation, he's trying his best to live up to his mom's expectations.
Looking out the window, he sees his grandmother laid out by the pool. She's wearing her signature sunflower yellow bikini with its sequined top, in stark contrast to her tanned skin and showing off her tight belly and sensuous neck. "Not going to lie. She is sexy. A lot of the girls my age can't compete with that body," he thinks before he leaves the window to finish cleaning up.
As he drops the paper plates and greasy boxes from their pizza into the trash, Marcus' phone chimes. He opens up a text message from his grandmother, "If you're in the kitchen, can you please bring me a drink? A Stella would be nice. If you change into some trunks, grab one for yourself and join me out here."
Feeling a little confused because he knows that he told his grandmother that he would be playing video games with his friends all weekend, he wanders back to his room to slide on a pair of Bermuda shorts. Back in the kitchen, he pulls a couple of coolers out of the bottom of the pantry that his parents use for their pool parties. He loads one up with beers that he knows that his grandmother likes, Stella Artois, Dos Equis, and Shiner. The other cooler is filled with a bottle of tequila, Topo Chico, and limes.
He drops the coolers off in between the two loungers. He drapes his towel over his lounger before getting into the cooler to hand his grandmother a beer. "Stella, right, grandma?" She smiles and nods. Her eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses. The sequins on her bikini top shine in the sunlight. She sits up as he hands her the quickly frosting beer.
"Thank you, darling," she tells him in her deep East Texan accent. Marcus has always found it odd that he has a Midwestern sounding accent instead of something that sounds like hers. He takes a moment to study her face as she takes a couple of pulls from the bottle.
Her light gray pixie cut hair exposes her ears and the back of her neck. Her throat makes a couple of swallowing motions, reminding him of pornos that show the woman chugging freshly pumped cum after finishing a blowjob. He slowly blinks to clear his mind of the image of his grandmother performing oral sex on a guy.
"I heard a bit of your argument with your friends. Y'all got loud for a second... I'm sorry that they were misbehaving. Maybe later you can tell me about it." Marcus nods to her statement. "Hand me that bottle of suntan lotion. Would you sweetie?" Once he hands her the bottle, she instructs him to turn around. "I can't have you getting burnt out here while I'm trying to cheer you up. You can have a beer while I try to get you settled in and calm."
After fishing out a Shiner for himself, Marcus dutifully obeys her command. After the little squirting sound from the plastic bottle, he feels her smaller and delicate hands smearing the lotion around his back. He starts to drink his beer to keep his mind off of the fact aht she's about to start rubbing lotion on him. "I do have to say that those workouts are showing a lot of progress. Doesn't hurt that you're helping around the ranch as well." *Squirt* Her hands are now working on his shoulders. "We haven't really talked since you accepted that scholarship for UTSA. It's a respectable school. But it's not mine or your mother's alma mater." Her fingers feel delightful as they massage the lotion into his flesh. He quietly drinks from the bottle again.
Quietly sighing to control his breathing, he responds, "I doubt that Texas Woman's would have been the best choice for me." She starts working on his left arm. "I know that they're one of the best schools for nursing, but that's not what I want to study."
"There are things such as Nurse Practitioners, darling," she coos into his shoulder.
As she finishes saying this, the thought enters his mind, "Did she just hold my hand for a second? That was not a grandmother way of holding hands!" Once she releases his hand, he moves the beer bottle to it in a vain hope that she won't do that again.
"Um... I don't think I want to do medicine, grandma," he tells her as she switches to his right arm.
She works the lotion into his skin as she continues to talk. Marcus isn't really processing too much of what she's saying because he's still trying to process the hand holding. He has finished the beer and started going through his second. The only thing his brain recognizes is her saying, "That's going to be a bit of a drive from here," as she briefly holds his other hand, which is now not holding a beer bottle, with her fingers intertwined in his. He just slowly releases his breath. As her hands work on his neck, ears, and the back of his head, she says, "We're going to need to figure out what weekends are the parent and grandparent events. You know that your mother and I are very proud of you. And we want you to focus on your studies. Not parties. Or more than one girl at a time."
Marcus gasps as he feels her fingers slide under the waist band of his trunks, smearing more of the lotion. He hears, "Can't be too careful. Not with this current heat. I wonder when we'll get rain again." Another squirt from the bottle, and there are hands on his calves. Turning his torso to look down, he sees his grandmother crouching to put lotion on his legs. Marcus is given a brief view of cleavage from her backside. Her bikini bottom is stretched enough to show the cleft of her butt. Marcus drains the rest of the beer in his hand. He stretches to get a new one from the cooler while letting her hands stay on his skin. He had worried that he would start getting hard when she was massaging his neck. Naw, bro. His dick really starts to wake up as her hands slather lotion on his thighs. Under his shorts. Almost to his crotch. The only thing keeping him in check is the knowledge that this is his grandmother.
The guilty thought that he agrees that she's a GILF enters his mind. Marcus starts to seriously control his breathing.
Harmony realizes that Marcus hasn't said anything for a few minutes and is obviously practicing breathing exercises. She thinks to herself, "He's uncomfortable... This could be more fun that I hoped." She keeps talking about random things about college life and her experiences when she was studying.
Marcus doesn't notice that her voice travels from behind him to in front of him. He's focused on controlling his dick's response to her touching him under his swim trunks and the fact that he likes it. Marcus takes another chug from his beer. Marcus startles when she pops back up, standing in front of him. He moves his hand quickly, not to smack the bottom of the bottle into her face.
Her sunglasses are now perched on top of her head, allowing him to see her eyes. They sparkle. So much. He hates that his dick is draining blood from his brain. He doesn't think about the effect that the alcohol will have on him soon.
His attention snaps back to what she is saying, as she slathers more lotion on his chest. "So, I told my friend Suzanne that she's needs to be careful with this guy... Aaron, if I remember correctly... that he could be a creep." Harmony is rubbing the lotion unto his chest. "I really want you to remember that you need to behave and control your urges. You'll never know who's watching."
