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My parents and I had returned to their house after we’d laid Granny to rest. We’d been quiet during the drive, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Granny was Mom’s Mom. She was my confidant. The woman I went to, and trusted, with my joys and sorrows as I grew and even into my marriage and divorce. I could always tell her anything with no fear of judgment, just understanding and always sound advice.Arriving home, Dad parked in the driveway and we just sat there for a few minutes, still quiet. Then Mom spoke up, “C’mon! Let’s go in the house and have a drink or something.”The drink sounded good, but I was just not in the mood to be sociable. I declined, saying I just wanted to go to my apartment—I think they were both relieved. We said our goodbyes and I headed home. The next thing I knew I was parked in front of Granny’s house. Almost like an automaton I walked to the front door, unlocked it, and went to her bedroom. Sitting on her bed I looked at her medicine-covered nightstand. For no conscious reason, I opened its drawer. There lay a leather-bound book with 1968 stamped in gold on its cover—I felt like it was calling me.Soon realizing it was one of her college diaries, a closer look told me it was for the second half of her senior year, through graduation and on, starting with a New Year’s Eve party she’d attended.It began with a description of the sweet, skunky ganja odor, along with the sound of Somebody to Love, emanating from the party house. It was owned by the parents of Jeb, a boy she’d “known” in high school. From our years of talks, I knew what she meant by “known” when used this way—she’d had sex with him, probably more than once. Gran, to her dying day, was a hippie or at least exemplified the hippie image.She went on to describe the raucous group inside. Furniture had been moved. The living room was full of bodies gyrating to the booming tunes. Friends approached her. A beer was pushed into one hand, a lit joint into the other—she accepted both.Moving from room to room she found Jeb. This was their first Bostancı Escort meeting in two years. College had kept them apart. I was thrilled to see him again. Such good memories. He was high and his hands were all over me as we tried to make up for lost time. Her writing made it obvious she was more than a little happy to see him.She described their weaving journey through the house. So many old friends to see. Quick catchup conversations as he kept pulling me. I knew where we were headed. I thought about Dave, but this was Jeb… it was exciting but complicated.It continued about how full the house was. She knew most of them, either by sight as passing acquaintances, or good friends from past times. It seemed like a mini high school reunion. Every room, nook, and cranny seemed to be occupied. Sweat was now in the air. Random pieces of clothing lay here and there. That phase of the party was beginning. We finally arrived at the door to Jeb’s old room—it was locked. He opened what was to be our safe haven. I knew we’d make our own sweaty, sweet-spunky space—Dave was pushed out of my mind.Gran had never mentioned Jeb or Dave to me. I was curiouser and curiouser. Reading on, her revealing their desires and sensitivities captivated me.I sat on the floor as Jeb handed me a joint, lit with his dad’s old Zippo, the Screaming Eagle emblem of the 101st Airborne, embellishing it. He’d gone ashore on D-Day. Then he lit his and joined me, placing a vanilla-scented candle between us and pointedly staring at my obviously braless nipples poking through my Make Love Not War tee-shirt and my revealingly raised mini skirt.She went on to describe their reminisces from their high school days to their present college days and plans. She pointedly, I thought, did not mention Dave, whoever he was.He moved the candle and came forward, our legs intertwining, his hands moving under my shirt, the familiar nip tweaks. Sighing, I raised my arms. He pulled it over my head as we stood. We were naked as we hit Bostancı Escort Bayan the bed—his cock hard, me soaking. We’d done foreplay—we both were ready to fuck. He easily slipped in, filling me as I remembered. As ever, he was rough. He pounded several orgasms out of me before I felt him drive especially hard and hold tight against me—his cock was pumping. I felt the warm, filling flow of his spunk. He held me that way until we’d both finished, then started again, never having lost his hardness.By that point I had my dress up, one finger on my clit, rubbing spiritedly. Gran had reached through the years and now had me firmly in her uninhibited literary grip. Part of me wanted to read more, but the stronger part knew I had to finish. That happened quickly. “Oh fuck Gran,” I shouted as my orgasm ran through me, my legs quivering. “If you only knew how you still affected me. I miss you so much!” A few tears ran down my cheeks, a mixture of joy and sorrow.I soon picked up where I’d left off. Gran recounted Jeb’s second cumming, as she described it, and her excitement at once again spending time getting to know Jeb. She wrote few details of the party after her time with Jeb. She also wrote few details of her life for the next week, until her return to university on Friday, January 5th. It was then that Dave’s story became clear.Oh, Diary I’m so happy. Dave picked me up at the airport. I was so happy to see him. I know we’re only fuck buddies but… Being separated from his wife leaves everything in limbo. He took me to my apartment and ravished me. I was tingling from the moment I saw him. When he first held and kissed me I came. God, that was a shock and a thrill. I hid it from him by saying my weakness was just me feeling tired from the plane trip. In reality, I almost collapsed from it. He had to hold me. Hence his concern. If he only knew his effect on me.Reading this I thought, oh my god, Granny was as big a slut as me! I think the genes skipped a generation. Mom is pretty Escort Bostancı straight-laced, which is why I was always drawn to Gran, why she always talked to me about the taboo subjects. She’d extracted a promise from me to remain a virgin until I was at least sixteen—I’d followed it. Then at sixteen and a half, I did “it” and told her everything. She’d listened to every detail, telling me how happy she was that I’d experienced orgasm—something of a rarity for first-timers. Then she related her first time and a few details of her life shortly after. I felt so special, so loved. I wished I’d known about her diary then and vowed to search for what had to be a collection of yearly journals or memories of some sort, somewhere.Meanwhile, I continued to page through it, reading the hedonistic and titillating sections I ran across. There was enough to keep my masturbatory activities quite spirited—I did not lack for satisfaction. One part that put my fingers into high gear was her description of an encounter with another girl.It was dated February 24th and read, in part:Last night proved to be quite exceptional and thrilling. Something happened that I’d previously given only very passing thought to. After a good hour of drinking, smoking weed, flirting with guys, and dancing, Suzy R. came up to me and pulled me to the dance floor. I knew her quite well from previous parties, and classes we’d had together. Also, we’d danced together before when we were in the mood and the guys weren’t, which was more often than one might think.That was about when she told me, “You are really looking quite sexy and delicious tonight.“Not being at all shocked, I replied, “So are you. Do you think we’ll get lucky tonight?” I had guys in mind at this point.My fingers were creeping downwards at this point. I’ll skip over some of their banter and get to the heart of her writing.Sue grabbed my hand and began pulling me, saying, “Let’s go have some fun!“Being high and ready for fun I eagerly followed, holding her hand and wondering what she had in mind. I soon found out when we entered a bedroom. She locked the door, spun around, and pulled me into a passionate, full-mouth kiss. Needless to say, I was startled. My instinctive reaction was to pull away, but being my adventurous self, I went with the flow, which was substantial at that point.

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