Housekeeping: This is fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older. I edit my own stories. I do not currently plan on getting an editor. Constructive criticism is welcome.
This is a quick story. I'm working on a much longer one that has been frustrating me for quite some time.
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Marcus is getting increasingly frustrated and angry with his two 'best' friends. He's trying to stay focused on the video game that they had supposedly agreed to play. Marcus isn't getting angry because he's winning every round. He's angry that he's winning because Matt and Scott aren't paying attention and are staring out the window. At his sunbathing grandmother.
Matt chortles as he leans against the window frame on his foreman, "Dude, I can't believe that your mom got you a babysitter while she's out!"
Scott is staring out the window with his game controller loosely dangling from his hand, "Yooooo! She's such a GILF! What the actual fuck, man!"
Sighing heavily, Marcus mutters, "GILF?! What the fuck?"
Matt chimes in to mansplain, "GILF means 'Grandmother I'd Like to Fuck', bro."
"I know what it fucking means, you fucking moron!" Marcus shouts as his game character shoves Matt's off of the screen. "You guys are being gross. Besides, she fucking lives here, dude!"
Scott replies without taking his eyes off of Marcus's grandmother, Alice. "She's so hot, dude. Like what 60 year old can rock a bikini like that?"
"She's in her 60's," Marcus grumbles. "And that's my grandmother that you're disrespecting."
Marcus' friends mutter in unison, "Whatever, dude. She's hot."
Marcus snapped. "You know? If you're just going to be assholes and drool over my grandmother while not play video games with me like we planned for the weekend, you can just leave!" he yells at his friends.
Matt and Scott turn to glare at Marcus. Matt is the first to speak, "Like seriously, dude? We're just playing."
Guiltily, Scott interrupts and states honestly, "No, we're weren't. I think we were pretty clear about the fact that we want to fuck his grandmother... Or at least I do... Besides, I wasn't clowning on him for his mother 'hiring a babysitter' for him. One. He's 18. An adult. He's literally just a few months younger than us. Two. He cooks better than we do. All I can do is microwave some bullshit. You have to hit a drive-thru. Three. He was able to buy his own car before we figured out how to." Scott gets up from his chair. "The least I can do is leave when he says so." Turning to look at his friend, "Bro, I'm sorry. I got caught up in my own bullshit and disrespected your grandmother. I'll understand if you don't talk to me for a few weeks or months." As Scott picks up his backpack and walks to the door, "Matt, get your shit, or call an Uber. If, Marcus doesn't call the cops to trespass you."
Grabbing his own bag, Matt growls, "You can't even take a joke, bro. There's no way that I'd fuck an old woman." And loudly follows the other friend out.
Marcus follows them enough to watch them leave the house. He stops when the front door closes, and waits to hear Scott's car leaving down the gravel driveway. Marcus goes back to the den to tidy up the game console and controllers and pick up the empty soda, energy drink cans, and pizza boxes. He had actually been enjoying having them over. He's rather isolated on his family's ranch. It's been a long while since he was able to have some friends visit. During this isolation, he's trying his best to live up to his mom's expectations.
Looking out the window, he sees his grandmother laid out by the pool. She's wearing her signature sunflower yellow bikini with its sequined top, in stark contrast to her tanned skin and showing off her tight belly and sensuous neck. "Not going to lie. She is sexy. A lot of the girls my age can't compete with that body," he thinks before he leaves the window to finish cleaning up.
As he drops the paper plates and greasy boxes from their pizza into the trash, Marcus' phone chimes. He opens up a text message from his grandmother, "If you're in the kitchen, can you please bring me a drink? A Stella would be nice. If you change into some trunks, grab one for yourself and join me out here."
Feeling a little confused because he knows that he told his grandmother that he would be playing video games with his friends all weekend, he wanders back to his room to slide on a pair of Bermuda shorts. Back in the kitchen, he pulls a couple of coolers out of the bottom of the pantry that his parents use for their pool parties. He loads one up with beers that he knows that his grandmother likes, Stella Artois, Dos Equis, and Shiner. The other cooler is filled with a bottle of tequila, Topo Chico, and limes.
He drops the coolers off in between the two loungers. He drapes his towel over his lounger before getting into the cooler to hand his grandmother a beer. "Stella, right, grandma?" She smiles and nods. Her eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses. The sequins on her bikini top shine in the sunlight. She sits up as he hands her the quickly frosting beer.
"Thank you, darling," she tells him in her deep East Texan accent. Marcus has always found it odd that he has a Midwestern sounding accent instead of something that sounds like hers. He takes a moment to study her face as she takes a couple of pulls from the bottle.
Her light gray pixie cut hair exposes her ears and the back of her neck. Her throat makes a couple of swallowing motions, reminding him of pornos that show the woman chugging freshly pumped cum after finishing a blowjob. He slowly blinks to clear his mind of the image of his grandmother performing oral sex on a guy.
"I heard a bit of your argument with your friends. Y'all got loud for a second... I'm sorry that they were misbehaving. Maybe later you can tell me about it." Marcus nods to her statement. "Hand me that bottle of suntan lotion. Would you sweetie?" Once he hands her the bottle, she instructs him to turn around. "I can't have you getting burnt out here while I'm trying to cheer you up. You can have a beer while I try to get you settled in and calm."
