Summer With My Granddaughter, Part 3

We decided to head my motor coach northeast out of Minnesota, through Wisconsin towards the Upper Peninsula of Michigan to see the sights up there. I wanted to show my granddaughter Kristy the beautiful Lake Superior and the tundra like landscape of this isolated part of the United States. Besides, I didn’t want to take any chances of being found in my coach just in case Carrie couldn’t resist telling her parents about what the three of us did the other night. Better to be safe than sorry.

As we slowly made our way across the Cheese State, Kristy informed me that Mother Nature had called upon her once again and that we would have to show our affections by cuddling, kissing and being close for the remainder of the week. I can’t say that I minded the reprieve because the little minx was started to wear me out.

She spent the first day mainly by herself in the bedroom in bed. Evidently her doctor’s prescription wasn’t just for birth control but it did have some medicinal purpose also. So I parked at a campground right inside the Michigan border on Lake Superior to let her get over her painful cramps. I walked over the manager, like I normally do when I visit a new campground to introduce myself and to see what’s going on in the community.

I found out that we were too early for the summer festivities and too late for the end of winter celebration that the town has and that there was really nothing of any significance going on this week. So I chatted with her a while and wondered back to the coach and sat down with a good book and a cup of coffee. It was the first time I’ve relaxed like that since I’d picked up Kristy for the summer and I kind of missed it.

On the third day, I awoke to a different girl; she was cheerful and energetic and seemed none the worse for wear, so we broke camp and headed out across Northern Michigan. It took about ten miles for Kristy to speak and her silence was broken by a question.

“Gramps, am I a lesbian?” she blurted out the question as if she was asking “Did you have a good night’s sleep”.

“What?” I responded, not believing my ears. “What made you ask that question?”

“Well, I really liked being with Carrie. Her body really turned me on and I get that feeling down in my pussy just thinking about what I did to her. I loved licking her down there and feeling her little boobies. I don’t know, do you think that I am one?” she asked again.

I thought about her question before I answered. It was an important question, one that I should have expected and had an answer for her but I hadn’t, so I didn’t and now had to think it though before I blurted out an answer.

Finally I answered with another question. “Do you think that maybe you are or have lesbian tendencies? Just because you enjoyed a girl on girl exploration doesn’t mean necessarily that you are a lesbian. It did surprise me a little that you were drawn to Carrie the way that you were, but do I think that you are a lesbian? No, I don’t think so, but what do you think?”

“I don’t know Gramps, I mean I love how I feel when I’m with you and I can’t seem to get enough of you making love to me and all, but when I saw Carrie at the pool wearing just her underwear, I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. By the time we were alone in the changing room, well I just had to have her. Do you think that I came on a little strong?” she explained.

I just chuckled to myself as I said, “Well, you certainly knew what you wanted and I think Carrie liked what you did and, don’t forget, I had a hand in corrupting the little Aussie too.”

“Yeah I guess you did see her up close and personal didn’t you/” she teased.

“Kristy, I don’t think that you are a lesbian at all, you just wanted to experiment a little that’s all, but even if you have those tenancies, so what? There’s nothing wrong with it is there?” I asked.

She thought for a minute and then said, “But if I am one, how come I absolutely love it when I’m with you? Can I be both straight and lesbian at the same time?

“It’s called being bi-sexual and yes you can be but let’s not label anything just yet. What you felt was a simple case of sexual discovery that’s all and it’s nothing to get all worked up over,” I said.

She accepted the statement as a conclusion to the conversation and let it drop but I had a feeling that it wasn’t the last time we would have this as the topic of discussion.

Along the way east through the Upper Peninsula, I took the opportunity to try out my old teaching skills and explained to my pupil about what caused the Great Lakes and why. I told her about the weight of the glaciers pressing downward leaving a rich deposit of minerals below them and that to this day are a source of income to both the Canadian and U.S. governments.

We stayed near the famous Mackinac Bridge for three days and crossed over it several times on our way to and from Mackinac Island. On the fourth day we made our way up to Sault Saint Marie and crossed into Canada for a journey back out west to the Rockies along Canadian Highway 1. It was our first night in Canada and Kristy informed me that she “was free from Mother Nature” and that she was horny as hell. I started looking for a campground immediately.

We found one near the freeway, so we pulled over, set up the rig for the night and fixed our evening meal. After picking up after us, Kristy excused herself and went in the bathroom to shower and get ready for the night. I paced the floor in anticipation and finally when the door to the bathroom opened and Kristy made her appearance, my mouth dropped open and I gasped out loud at what I saw. My beautiful granddaughter came out without a stitch on and looked at me, grinned then turned and walked into the bedroom.

I was about two steps behind her, shedding my clothes as I went. We made love that night for hours and finally went to sleep in each others arms; content and satisfied. I felt so much love her, more than like a granddaughter but as a lover.

We got a late start the next morning due to the fact that I had slept in from my ordeal the night before. But I decided that we had no schedule to keep and no where we had to be, so I enjoyed the morning with my naked, sexy teen aged girl right beside me. It felt so great to just lay there and love her again and again.

We pulled out just before noon to continue our westward travels and had just got it up to speed when Kristy informed me that she was suddenly very hungry. I told her that I was kind of hungry too so I started looking for a restaurant that would still be serving breakfast. I noticed a truck stop ahead so I got in the right hand lane and turned on my blinkers.

We pulled in, set the brakes and stepped out of the coach to go in the café at the truck stop. As I led Kristy towards the door, I spotted a younger looking girl near the entrance, wearing the most wrinkled and filthy clothing imaginable, with straggly hair sticking out of her skull cap and the biggest frown on her otherwise pretty face. I glanced at her as I held the door open for Kristy and she stared back. I smiled at her and she barked, “What are you grinnin’ at?”

I ignored the question as I let the door close behind us and Kristy turned to look at her with a quizzical look on her face. “What’s that all about?” she asked.

Shrugging my shoulders I replied, “Beats me,” and continued to go in and find an empty booth. The waitress came up to take our drink order and asked if we had had any problems with the little urchin as we entered the restaurant and I looked at her and answered that it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.
She said that she was about to call the state patrol and Kristy said to me, “Gramps, she’s probably just hungry and wanted some food. Please don’t call the cops on her. Let me go talk to her.”

I immediately objected but Kristy had her mind made up so she got up from the booth and walked out to see the girl. As they stood there talking for a minute, there was a bit of animation between the two and I was just starting to get up to protect my granddaughter when they both walked through the door.

The waitress stood there with her arms folded across her chest and her head cocked to one side. A scowl crossed her face as she watched the two approach us, but when Kristy introduced the girl to me as Cathy and informed me that we were having a guest for breakfast, the waitress just took out her order book and frowned.

The girl kept looking down at her lap, not wanting to meet my gaze but she did manage to mumble a quick “Thank you for feeding me,” as she continued to look down. Taking a sip from my coffee cup, I asked “What are you doing out here by yourself, Cathy?”

“That’s none of your business,” she countered and glared into my eyes with distain.

“Sorry, I was just trying to make conversation,” I offered but decided that there was more here than met the eye. So I dared to ask my question in another way. “You are a very attractive girl, Cathy. Aren’t you afraid being out here all by yourself?”

Her response was a glaring stare that would make the hair stand up on the back of your neck, but after a few seconds with that look plastered all over her face, she did manage to state, “I can take care of myself. Don’t even think about trying anything with me Buster because I can take care of my self.”

Feeling well threatened but mainly amused, I replied to her, “I’m sure that you can so I will not try anything. I’ll just feed you and leave you alone.”

Kristy chimed in with a protest of “Gramps? You can’t just leave her here.”

“Honey, you heard her, she can take care of herself so I can just leave her here alone,” I said emphatically but I gave Kristy a wink so Cathy couldn’t see it. Kristy stifled a slight grin but played the part well by pleading, “Oh come on Gramps, at least take her to a decent place to find a ride, not at a truck stop.”

Cathy suddenly asked Kristy, “He’s not your ol’ man?”

“No, he’s my grand father, Gramps.