The morning sun was just teasing my eyelids when I heard a gentle rapping on our apartment door.As I sat up to pull on my boxers, Jasmine grumbled at ...he disturbance and rolled over to the other side of the bed, dragging the blanket with her.Grumbling myself, I stumbled to the door, wondering who could be calling at this ungodly hour.I yanked open the door, prepared to rip whoever was there a new asshole, only to find Jasmine’s granny there with a bulging canvas bag. How the hell did she get by. I could see her nipples pushing against the cut-off t-shirt she wore.“I’m not the only one getting excited.” I reached up and rubbed a nipple. She leaned in for more.“So what’s the story?”I turned to look at the clock. Amy’s more amazing by the hour, but a man needs his rest if he’s going to rise early and have anything meaningful to say about the fucked-up theatrical worlds created by Tennessee Williams.But Amy saw that excuse coming. She took me by the chin, spun my face toward hers, and sank. She wished her husband would do this. It never came true. So I thought of making her wish true. She was overwhelmed and turned towards me and hugged me tightly.Slowly hugs turned into kisses and deep exploration of each other in mouths through tongues. My hands were running all over her back and sometimes squeezing her ass. Finally, we broke the kiss after 10 minutes.I started kissing her forehead to show my perfect love for her. I moved to neck and earlobes, making her feel the real act of. When I got home my parents' house was filled with my sister and two aunts and two uncles so mom had arranged for me to stay with Grammy. I didn't mind in the least. Grammy had always been really nice to me. She always made me feel special. At home mom always made what dad wanted for supper but Grammy always made what I wanted and she was quite the good cook too. She had attended a girl's finishing school that doubled for a college which she assured me was society's way of preparing a woman to.