Erotic Fiction: My Granddaughter’s Friend
Once a week, my granddaughter Faith came by to help me clean the house and prepare my meals for the days ahead. She would come by after her college classes ended on Friday evening, have supper with me, and stay the night. In the morning, we’d both get to work together. She had responsibilities of her own though, things she had to get done, but she always made time for me in her busy schedule. When something came up, she’d find a way to make it work — some way or another.
One such occasion was when she sent her friend June, a young woman she had known since they were both children. June showed up at the house late Friday afternoon, her oversized pink purse slung over her shoulder and a canvas bag with clothes hanging out of it in her free hand.
“Hi, Mr. Zhao,” she greeted, pushing her long black hair away from her breast and over her shoulder. “How are you?”
I swung the door open and ushered her inside with a smile. She found her way up to Faith’s usual room with ease, hips swaying as she climbed the stairs effortlessly. June had come over a couple of times with my granddaughter to help her out and keep us both company. It wasn’t long before she returned downstairs to the kitchen and began cooking us both something to eat.
She hummed as she stirred the pot, allowing me to catch a glimpse of her side profile as she moved from countertop to stove.
“I’d like to pay you for coming here to help me out,” I offered, sliding a hundred dollar bill towards her when she sat down to serve us both our food. She pushed the money back towards me, shaking her head.
“No, it’s my pleasure. I insist.” She flashed her smile, white teeth peeking out from beneath her lush pink lips. “Anything to help the handsome grandfather of my best friend.” I couldn’t tell if she was flirting or merely being kind, but I hoped it was the former.
“You don’t mean that,” I replied, pushing the boundaries just slightly. “I’m just an old man.”
“Of course, I do.”
“If only I was fifty, sixty years younger.” I winked, which she could take as either returning her possible flirtations or as an indication that I was joking. Whatever she was giving out, she could take from me.
We finished the rest of the meal mostly in silence, with June making idle chat every so often to fill the silence. Once she had cleaned up the plates, insisting I stay put, she turned to me. “It’s kind of chilly tonight, no?”
“I can turn on the furnace,” I replied, slowly rising from the table to make my way to the thermostat.
“Well, you don’t have to waste money on the energy bill. Why don’t we just sleep together tonight and use our bodies for warmth?” She paused a moment, staring at me. She was flirting earlier. But do I reciprocate with my granddaughter’s friend, a girl of nineteen or twenty?
“I’m at least fifty years older than you,” I said to her, “if not closer to sixty.”
“Age…it doesn’t matter.”
“Well, I think I might go to bed early tonight, then.” I started towards my bedroom door, a room in the back corner of the main floor. “If you’d care to join me.”
She looped her arm through mine, guiding me into the bedroom. I sat on the bed, and she began to help me remove my clothes, starting with my socks, my belt. Next, my trousers and button-down shirt were slid off. She sat beside me on the edge of the bed, taking my hand — wrinkled and spotted against her smoothness — and slid it beneath her shirt to cup her small breast.
“Will you have sex with me?” I asked. I felt bashful; I hadn’t touched a woman in years.
“Yes.” She slipped off her own clothes, pulling back the blankets and sliding in between the sheets. I did the same, my penis coming to life at the thrill of it all. Then she disappeared beneath the comforter, her mouth closing over me as she began to bob up and down. It grew harder, and I was instantly on the brink of releasing into her mouth before she pulled back.
“Not yet,” she murmured. June climbed gently over the top of me, her thighs holding me tightly to her as she lowered her body onto mine. I felt the warmth inside of her, but her face and features were barely visible in the dark room. As she began rocking back and forth, her slow pace beginning to quicken, she whispered, “This is how I’m going to make you cum.”
