Chapter 1 - Grandpa
It was during my senior year in high school that Grandpa sold the farm and he and Grandma moved in. We have a big house so there was plenty of room, and they are such nice people that I was happy to have them live with us, "us" being just me and my parents. Grandpa's big hobby is chess. He plays it at the park near our house with other guys about his age. He says he is like a "middle of the group" player with them. Daddy plays chess too, and two or three times a week after supper Daddy and Grandpa would play and, if I wasn't busy, I would watch.
Pretty soon I was watching for a reason. It annoyed me being thought of as a dumb blond. I was in the top fifteen of my class, that's a class of 385 kids, but I couldn't shake my "she's just a piece of ass" reputation no matter what I did. My counselor said it wasn't only because of the way I look, but also because I am "naturally flirty", as he put it and that I "can't help being a tease". I almost got mad at him for saying that to me but I knew it was true.
So I decided to join the high school chess club.
First, I would have to learn how you play. I got a book on beginner's chess from the school library and I also started watching Grandpa and Daddy's games every chance I got. I'm pretty smart in spite of what people think, and it wasn't long before I figured I knew enough to try a game so one afternoon when I got home from school and Grandpa was in the living room reading a book, I challenged him to a game. He was nice about it like he is about everything and we played a game and he beat me in about three minutes. We played like five more games, one after the other, and he won them all easy as pie. After that, we played like almost every day, a lot of times right after supper before his game with Daddy, and Daddy would watch sometimes and point out my mistakes after the games were over, never during a game because you don't do that. I always lost but I was getting better. Then I won a game. I was thrilled. It wasn't a thrill like a sex thrill but it was almost as good as one.
Over the next few days I won more games than I lost. It wasn't because I was suddenly great. It was because Grandpa was getting more interested in me than in the games, which I didn't notice in all my focusing on the chess board, and then I did notice. I wasn't mad after I thought about it.
It happened when we were having one of our after school games. Grandma was at the movies and wouldn't be home for hours and Mom was out too. I was wearing a skirt and blouse. I wear skirts and dresses a lot for school because I like to show myself off. I get criticized for it but a lot of people like it, and I like it, so who cares. I have a philosophy about this that I call my Mother Nature philosophy and it explains why dressing sexy and even acting sexy doesn't mean you're not a good person. It doesn't mean you're a slut or that you're stuck up about yourself. During one of our games I told Grandpa about my Mother Nature philosophy and he said it was interesting.
"So what you're saying boils down to a girl should get the most out of her looks while she has 'em," he said.
"Well, something like that, Grandpa," I agreed. I felt my philosophy had to be more complicated than what he said, but I couldn't exactly see where.
We were sitting on the floor, on our big oriental rug in the living room. Grandpa wanted to play there instead of in chairs in front of the card table where we usually played because he said his back was bothering him and this would be good for it. I don't know that much about old people's backs but I didn't see how sitting on the floor with no support would be good for them, but I didn't say anything. I had just got home and I was anxious to get going with a game, hoping I might win again.
Just so you know, my skirt which was short and tan and my blouse which was tight and lemon colored had helped make me a hit in the hallways that day, so I looked pretty cute. I also had on leather sandals that showed my toes. I drew a white piece and moved out my king's pawn two spaces, the way I always opened. I waited for Grandpa to make his move, which normally took him about two seconds at the beginning of a game, but nothing happened. I was studying the board, thinking I might try a move I had read about if Grandpa gave me the chance, and finally I looked up at him, wondering what the problem was. I saw it was me. Grandpa shifted his gaze like half a second after I caught him. He had been looking at my tits and before that, he admitted a minute later, he had been looking at me lower down, where my skirt had hitched up from me being on the floor. I put two and two together.
"Now I know why I've been beating you and why you wanted us to be on the floor," I said, crossly.
He apologized, and he said, "It's just that you're a sight for an old fart's eyes."
We talked a little about that situation, him being old and me being young and all, and then we got back to our game, both of us feeling pretty awkward. I felt bad that he was so down on himself and I also worried about him getting lackadaisical with his chess. I was afraid he could be developing a bad habit with his lack of concentration. I didn't want him to go from being in the middle of his chess group to the bottom, all because of me. I decided to try to make him feel better and let him know it was okay about him looking at me, so I just came out and asked him if he would like to see me without a top on.
"Grandpa, would you like to see me without a top on?," is how I put it.
He said, "Yes, I would." He said it very cool and calm, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It impressed me he would say it like that, as though you had asked him if he would like a glass of water.
I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. I pushed up my bra and took that off. I sat sideways with my knees out and the skirt half way up my thighs, facing Grandpa while he sat across from me on the other side of the chess board and looked at me. He said I had nice tits and I thanked him for saying that and I asked him, pretty suggestively under the circumstance, what he wanted to do next.
"Are you going to get your dander up if I tell you what I want to do is fuck you right here on this damn floor?"
The words sound kind of rough when you write them out, but he said them totally cool and calm like before. I was proud of him.
"No," I told him.
"What does that mean, sugar? Are you saying I can fuck you?"
"I didn't say THAT, Grandpa. But I've beaten you three games in row. So, hmmmmm, I will play you one more game and if you win you can fuck me. How is that?"
He wasn't looking as cool and calm anymore. His face got red. "Yeah, that's okay, that's okay. You know you're turning into not a bad little chess player. Suppose I don't win?"
"Hmmm. Then you can't fuck me. Sometimes Mother Nature says, Sorry, Grandpa."
