Two clever lines and three drinks later and I was taking her to her home. As we walked out, I noticed the young girl looking at me wistfully. But she had more than enough male attention to keep her busy. Of that, I was certain. My “date” was fun, if a little vanilla. I can’t really remember her name, but I do remember the sex. After we got to her apartment, I got her off three times and managed to catch a nice nut while drilling her doggy style. Just as I grunted my impending release, she spun around like a gymnast and gobbled my spurting cock down her throat. That level of flexibility makes an impression.
I kissed her goodnight after promising to call the number I would forget before I got home. At least I managed to take the edge off to the point I felt more comfortable that I could be around Raine without sprouting wood. A notion that was put to the test that weekend.
Saturday morning, I was disturbed by a pounding on my bedroom door. “What?”
“Grampa, can I come in?” It was Raine. She was getting quite comfortable just coming over on her own unannounced.
“Sure, Raine. Come on.” I was wearing my boxers and I had the sheet thrown over me, so modesty wasn’t an issue.
She stuck her head in the barely open door as if checking to see if I was decent. “Hi, Grampa.” Her voice was tentative, and her usual grin was conspicuously absent. She opened the door more and stepped into my room. She was wearing a loose night shirt that draped over her breasts and hung to just past her crotch. Since she hadn’t spent the night, I had to assume she had shorts on under that. At least I hoped she did. “Did I wake you?”
I glanced over to my Echo and read the time: 9:12. “It’s alright, Raine. I need to get up anyway.” I stretched and sat up, propping the pillows behind me.
Raine came over and sat on the bed next to me. As her thigh slid over the sheet, I noticed she was indeed wearing short shorts. “Can I talk to you?”
I gave her a smile. “Why do you ask when you already know the answer?”
“I know.” She smiled back. “I just…I don’t know. It’s just…”
“What is it Raine?”
Her lips began to quiver and suddenly I realized she was barely holding it together. “Ryan,” she choked. “He broke up with me.”
I blinked in surprise. “Ryan? Broke up with you? Impossible.”
“I know, right?” Her eyes were watering, and she refused to look me in the eye.
“Did he say why?”
“He didn’t want me to do a video.” I knew I liked that kid. “He called me a slut. And a whore.” Okay, now I hated that kid.
“Awe, sweetie,” I opened my arms and she melted into them. I couldn’t help but notice her breasts swing as she settled in, and the absence of bra straps when I stroked her back and shoulders. The feeling of her unfettered breasts mashing against my chest was also impossible to ignore. “It’ll be alright. He may come around. And if he doesn’t, there are plenty of other guys out there who would love to date you.”
She sniffled. “I know,” she said quietly. “That’s what mom said, too.”
“You told your mom?”
“Well, about the breakup. Not about the video.”
“Raine…”
“Please, Grampa. No lecture. Not now. Just hold me. Please?”
I kissed the top of her head as she nuzzled into my neck. “Alright. But we do need to have a talk about that.”
“But not now, okay?”
“Okay.” I hated that she was hurting, but I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there and held her. We leaned back against the headboard, sinking down a little so we were almost laying together on the mattress. “What are you going to do?”
“Sally Feldman invited me to her 18th birthday party. I’ll probably go. I wasn’t going to, Ryan and I had plans, but now…” she trailed off.
I’d heard Raine mention her friend Sally a few times over the years, though I’d never met her. “Good. No need to mope around the house. Spending time with your friends is probably the best thing.”
“Yeah. Probably.” She lay against me in silence for a few more moments. “Besides, I was probably gonna break up with him before graduation anyway. He’s just going to work in his dad’s store, and I’m going to UT. We’d be hours apart.”
“Well, there you go. No real loss, then, is there?”
She sniffled a small smile. “And it’s not like he was a great catch anyway. He’s cute at best, and he’s not that great of a boyfriend anyway.”
“True. He did show your video around. No one who truly cared about you would do that.”
“Not without my okay, anyway.”
“Well, there is that.”
“I think I would have, though.”
“Would have what?”
“Said okay to the video. It was hot. And it’s, like, totally trending. At least it was last weekend.”
“Well, maybe. But you couldn’t have known that. Besides, what if it gets to the admissions board at UT? They might rescind your acceptance letter.”
“You think so?”
“They’ve done it for less.”
She got quiet again. “Do you think it was hot?”
Land mines. I was suddenly surrounded by land mines. “Well, Raine,” I stammered, suddenly struggling for words. “You are a beautiful girl. And your…passion…was quite enticing. From what I saw of it, that is.”
She lifted her face to look me right in the eye. “Did it turn you on?”
Was she playing the game again? Now? Dressed like that? Not fair. I decided on the honest approach. “Well, sweetie, who wouldn’t be after watching that?” I needed to change the direction of the conversation, fast. “It makes me wonder what got you so worked up. You keep telling me that Ryan isn’t ‘all that,’ so what stoked your fire on that video?” Of course, I knew what got her worked up. I just wanted to see if she would mention the video of Shelly I had seen on her screen. “It looked like you were watching something. Something pretty hot.”
Her eyes widened slightly as she glanced briefly off to the right. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said dismissively. “Probably some online porn.” She recaptured my gaze. “I watch Pornhub a lot.”
“Do you?”
She turned her body so that she was almost laying on my right side. Her leg was between mine and I could feel the heat from her crotch on my hip through the sheet and our shorts. She stacked her hands on my pectoral and rested her chin on them. Her eyes had a sparkle that was playful, but at the same time something much more. “I told you before. I’m horny all the time.”
“Which accounts for the video.”
“Uh huh.”
“Tell me. Have you let Ryan shoot other videos?”
“No,” she answered quickly. “I have shot my own for him, though. But I never sent them to him. I would just wait and let him watch them on my phone. That’s how I got into trouble before. Mom found them on my phone.”
“Have you shown anyone else?”
She didn’t answer right away. I saw the corner of her mouth draw up in a half smile, like some amusing thought occurred to her. “Well, maybe one or two people.”
“Your fan club?”
“Grampa,” she laughed. She looked like she was going to say something else, and I felt her roll her hips as if trying to press her crotch more firmly on my hip bone. Then the mood was broken when her cell phone rang.
She rolled off me and fished her phone out of her pocket. How on Earth did she fit that in those tiny shorts? “Hi, Daddy.” She sounded perky and playful. Not at all dejected as she sounded when she came in. “I’m over at Grampa’s. Do I have to? But I have a party tonight. At Sally’s. Yes, I did tell you and Mom. Ask her. Yes, sir. I’ll be right there.”