With all the things that could interrupt my life, my son's sending my granddaughter to stay for the summer. Not what I want but she's blood, so what can I do? When she arrives, I'm surprised and stunned by her beauty. Only eighteen and she looks like a woman full grown. Damn.
As the car pulls up to the house, I see a tall guy bent over a tool that he seems to be sharpening and think, hmm, this might not be so bad after all! Since I’m an eighteen year old virgin, I always love fantasizing about what we might do together. But maybe this guy could be my first? His ass is perfect, his shoulders are broad, and he wears those jeans and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up like a model. Mm, mm, mm! Mighty tasty.
I get out of the car and make a beeline for him. “Excuse me, where can I find Gene Westerly?”
He turns around and I almost faint. He’s fucking gorgeous. A bit older than expected, but, hey, he’ll be more experienced.
“I’m Gene Westerly. And you must be Sloane, my granddaughter.”
“Uh, what? No, you can’t be...”
“And, why not?”
“You’re supposed to be old, not hot…er, uh…”
“Sorry to disappoint. Are your bags in that car?”
“Yes, let me go get them,” she says, apparently unable to stop staring at me.