Summer With My Granddaughter

I drove my Jeep back up to the panhandle of Florida where I had left my motor coach while I was on the cruise with my granddaughter. I started my visit in the warm climate and stayed there for the better part of the winter and headed on north as the weather started to thaw. I traveled through the mid-west until I reached my next scheduled stop at a campground in Minnesota where I had parked a few years back. I only hoped that the weather had changed enough that I wouldn’t get caught in an early spring freeze.

I had just got settled into my campsite, had gone grocery shopping and was preparing for a lovely spring in the Great Lakes region when I received a call on my cell from my daughter Kathy asking me for another favor. This time she said that it was urgent so I put the Jeep on a southerly course down I-35 to Kansas City the following day, a Saturday, and I arrived late that afternoon. Pulling up to their house, I expected my Kristy to come running out to greet me as she always does but as I got out of the Jeep but there was no one.

I walked up to the front door and was reaching for door bell when I heard what sounded like an argument coming from inside. It sounded like Kristy and Kathy were in the middle of a shouting match that ended when Kathy yelled at my granddaughter, “You are the most selfish little brat in the whole world! Now go to your room and stay there for all I care!” I pushed the bell to announce my arrival.

Greeting me at the door was my frazzled daughter who rolled her eyes and gave me a hug. She looked terrible from the tress of what ever the problem that she frantically called me about. “Did you hear?” she inquired. I nodded my head yes as she invited me in. “Oh Daddy, I could just strangle her sometimes,” she said sitting down on the couch.

“Kathy Sweety, what’s going on here anyway and what’s all the urgency about,” I asked, perplexed.

“Oh Daddy, you’re not going to believe what I’m going to say,” she stated, a broad, satisfied smile came over her face as she changed her mood instantly. “I got a call from Corporate yesterday and they want ME to go back to New York City to meet with them,” she all excited.

I looked on, waiting for an explanation. “Don’t you see?” she said in amazement that I didn’t get her drift, “They called ME! Don’t you know what that means? It means that they are going to promote me to the Corporate Management department, maybe even to a Senior Management position. Don’t you see, I’ve finally made it!”

I thought for a moment about what else this summons could mean and I asked, “Don’t you think you are jumping the gun a little bit, Sweety? I mean, they didn’t say anything about a promotion now did they?”

“Everybody who gets a call from Corporate calling for them to come to New York ends up with a promotion, Daddy, it just depends how big of a promotion you get. I think that I’m in for a big one,” she exclaimed. “And that’s why I called you,” she continued. “Bill is scheduled to fly all next week and I need someone the watch over Kristy and I thought of you.”

I though about this new transformation in her life and of course I would be willing to help her in any way that I could but what was all that yelling about. I inquired and she said, “Oh that granddaughter of yours is so impossible! After I talked with Bill, I called a school here in town that could take Kristy for the remainder of her three years in high school and I got everything all set up and when I told Kristy that she would be attending a new school next year, she flipped out; calling me a “Bitch” and storming off. I mean how un-grateful can she be?”

“You really think that you are getting this new job?” I asked earnestly.

“Well, yes and if it’s the job that I want, then I’ll be traveling all over the world and won’t have time for Kristy’s foolish tantrums. So I arranged for her to go to this school. It is a very prestigious boarding school and damn expensive too I might add and to have her act like this is just childish that’s all. I don’t have time to hear about her excuses.”

I thought for a moment about how Kathy had turned out exactly as her mother and I had raised her. We were still in college when we got married and almost immediately got pregnant with Kathy. Being soon to be educators, we wanted only the best for our daughter so we raised her to be self-reliant and goal oriented, and she was showing that now; with a large emphasis on “self”.

“I’ll talk with Kristy,” I said to her.

“Oh good Daddy then I’ll not think about it any more,” she said, brushing it out of her mind. “I leave for NYC tomorrow morning and I’ll be back sometime next week,” she was speaking to herself because I had walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I had a sudden bad taste in my mouth and I had to get rid of it.

I put my things in the guest room and tried to stay out of Kathy’s way as she scurried around driving me crazy. I went up to Kristy’s room and knocked at the door but she said that she didn’t want to talk right then and asked me to come back after her mother left for New York City. So I honored her wishes and backed off and went to bed early.

The next morning, I said my good byes and good luck to my daughter as she raced out to the limo when it came to pick her up; the company was really pulling out all the stops. As they sped off in a cloud of dust, I went up to Kristy’s room once again and knocked on the door.

“Your mother just left,” I said softly through the door.

“It’s about time that selfish bitch left,” she spat out. “I bet she didn’t even mention my name did she?”

“I’m sure she was thinking about you Kristy, she had a lot of things on her mind this morning. Why don’t you come on out and let me fix you some breakfast?” I finally said.

The door opened and out stepped my Kristy and by the looks of her, she had been crying all night long. My heart sank as I took her into my arms and gave her a reassuring hug. She burst into tears once again as I cuddled her closely and rubbed her back. When the tears subsided, I walked her down stairs to the kitchen and sat her at the counter as I got the eggs from the refrigerator.

“Why is she so self centered,” asked Kristy after thinking about it for a while.

“That’s the way she was raised,” I said breaking an egg into the skillet. “Your grandmother and I raised her to be self assured, self reliant and I guess a little self centered also. We wanted her to be able to do what ever she wished to do, with no barriers or obstacles. I guess we didn’t think these qualities in a person would have so many bad consequences. I guess you can blame me more than your mother.”

“Did you hear what she wants to do? She wants to put me into a boarding school,” she exclaimed.

She thought for quite a while before she spoke again and then she said, “Well, I guess even the best intentions have their unwanted outcomes, but didn’t she even ask about me before she left? Didn’t she even think about what I wanted?”

I didn’t answer but turned her eggs over just the way my granddaughter liked them. After breakfast, I invited Kristy to go out to a park with me so that we could walk and talk and get this thing settled in her mind. It wasn’t healthy to keep all these emotions bottled up and I was a good source of release.

We talked about it for most of the afternoon and finally she came to grips with the fact that her mother really did love her and wanted the best for her but was awfully preoccupied with planning her own life right now and that Kristy needed to give her some space.

By the time we got back to the house, the sun was setting and we were both hungry so we piled into the Jeep and went out for something to eat. Pulling up to the house after our meal, Kristy stopped me before I opened my door by saying, “Gramps, you are so special. What would I do without you?” and proceeded to reach over and give me a kiss on the cheek. I felt that I deserved that and smiled at her recognition.

Nothing was said about where we were sleeping that night, so when it was time to go to bed, I went in to the guest room, took care of my toiletries and went to bed. Kristy went up to her own room and I guess did the same. As I was just going under, I heard the door open and a soft voice asked me, “Gramps, can I join you tonight? I just want to feel close to you.”

My answer was a lifting of the covers and she ran to get in. She instantly threw her backside into me as I spooned her and we both felt comfortable, content and complete for the night as we went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning in the exact same position that I went to sleep in; cuddled up to my Kristy with my crotch planted firmly into her butt. My arm was over her shoulder and resting on her opposite bicep. As I awoke, I pushed my semi-hard cock right up her crotch and she sighed and grabbed my hand off of her bicep and drew it to her breast as she pushed back with her hips.

She was wearing a cotton white tank top and matching shorts for her pajamas and the touch of her breast under the soft top brought my cock to full erection as she sleepily came to life. She smiled and said, “What you got there Gramps? It feels awfully big. Does it want to play?”

“Ah huh,” I said into her ear as I mashed down on the breast with my hand. “It always wants to play with you,” I purred. I then moved my hand to her crotch and dove down between her legs and felt her pussy through the pajama bottoms.