Michelle wasn't the prettiest girl in school. Far from it. She was doubtful that any of the boys knew her name, much less her face, for they never seemed to notice her. Quiet and a loner, she kept to herself, and instead focused on science, knowing that in a couple months' time, this hell called high school would at last be over, and college would mean her passport to another world.
Far from never been kissed, she had never even been touched by a boy, if you don't count the time Mitchell Griffith accidentally bumped into her in a hallway. At first, she had thought perhaps he had done it on purpose, and began to look him out and follow him to his classes. That is, until he noticed, and his friends began to laugh at her.
Then, once again, she was alone.
That is, until her grandpa came for a visit. Grandpa always had time for Michelle, and she knew she could tell him anything, and he always listened to her. She loved sitting on his lap, and feel his strong, warm hands caress her legs and arms. Once, he accidentally stroked her booby, which made her feel all warm and tingly "down there".
But Grandpa was the one person on Earth whom she felt truly loved her, so she never said a word. Not ever. And she never would.
Michelle had already gone to bed, and was just about to turn out her light when her Grandpa knocked on the door.
"You looked awful sad at dinner," he said, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Won't you tell Grandpa all about it?"
Michelle just shook her head. "You'll just think I'm being stupid."
"Me? Never! How 'bout you come sit on Grandpa's lap? I know it'd make ME feel better..."
Thinking twice, Michelle climbed out from under the covers. She was wearing a short nightgown that ended above her knees. Her grandpa also noticed that it was slightly transparent. He could clearly see her brown snatch and nipples through the nearly translucent fabric. It made his dick hard.
She clambered up onto his lap, and his strong arms enveloped around her. Her ass nestled nicely on his hard cock, and he gently shifted her there, rubbing it in. "Now, what's wrong, sugar? Won't you tell Grandpa?"
Sighing, Michelle said, "Prom is coming up. Nobody's asked me, and I'm pretty sure no one's going to."
"Oh!" he exclaimed, rubbing her bare leg. He dreamt of the pantyless pussy that lay just beyond his hand. "No one's asked you? Well, then why don't you ask a boy you like?"
"I couldn't do that. I'm way too shy! Besides. He'd just laugh at me."
"I don't think he would. Not if you promised to show him a good time."
"What do you mean?"
"Michelle," her grandpa said, shaking his head. "Boys like girls who aren't timid. Who aren't afraid. Maybe if he knew that he'd have a good time with you, he'd ask you."
"Well, how do I show him that?"
Grandpa smiled. "Why don't you kiss him?"
Shocked, Michelle said, "Kiss him? Like, just go up to him and kiss him? You're crazy."
