When I was growing up, sex was something people got into gradually. Birth control was available but not like it is today. And, well, girls just didn't fall over and spread out at the drop of a hat. I was nineteen when I had my first time.
Now, well, I have friends who tell me that it's not unusual for girls to be given the pill as soon as they begin menstruating because sex is so prevalent. I just missed out on all that and I'm sure there are a lot of guys in my age group who feel the same way.
That doesn't mean that I don't like sex, of course I do. I'm only sixty-four, hardly that over the hill. That also doesn't mean that I get a lot of sex since my wife died five years ago and, while I have dated some, and, yes, some of the women were also willing to have sex, my sex life is pretty irregular.
Except for what I provide myself.
Yes, by hand.
The time this all started was when my eighteen-year old granddaughter was visiting me during the summer, I had slept a little later than usual and woke with a nice hard-on which I thought I would enjoy before I got out of bed.
So, just like a thirteen-year old boy, I was doing the old familiar thing when I looked up and saw Allison standing in the doorway looking in.
"Oh, Grandpa, I'm sorry," she gushed as I scrambled to pull the sheet up over me.
"I'll leave you alone, sorry," and she scooted down the hall leaving me rather embarrassed. I knew I couldn't stay in bed forever and steeled myself to get up, put a robe on and go have my breakfast.
Of course, she was at the kitchen table as I busied myself with the coffeemaker and getting my cereal.
I decided to just not mention anything so when I sat down, I was surprised when she said, "Sorry about interrupting you this morning."
"Oh, um, well, I had kind of forgotten you were visiting, honey, sorry."
She was smiling, not seeming upset or anything.
"Did you finish?"
I just sat there for a minute as the question reverberated through my head.
"Um, well, no, well, that kind of took the fun out of it, you know," I mumbled wanting to change the discussion to just about anything else.
"Well, I guess you get lonely without Grandma around."
"Yeah, I do miss her in a lot of ways."
"I'd be happy to do it for you, Grandpa."
Like I said, I grew up in a different age.
"Honey, um, that's kind of a personal thing, you know, kind of grown-up, private."
"Oh, come on, it's just part of life, Grandpa. People get horny. I do. You do, everybody does. It's just natural."