My parents and I had returned to their house after we’d laid Granny to rest. We’d been quiet during the drive, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Granny was Mom’s Mom. She was my confidant. The woman I went to, and trusted, with my joys and sorrows as I grew and even into my marriage and divorce. I could always tell her anything with no fear of judgment, just understanding and always sound advice.

Arriving home, Dad parked in the driveway and we just sat there for a few minutes, still quiet. Then Mom spoke up, “C’mon! Let’s go in the house and have a drink or something.”

The drink sounded good, but I was just not in the mood to be sociable. I declined, saying I just wanted to go to my apartment—I think they were both relieved. We said our goodbyes and I headed home. The next thing I knew I was parked in front of Granny’s house. Almost like an automaton I walked to the front door, unlocked it, and went to her bedroom. Sitting on her bed I looked at her medicine-covered nightstand. For no conscious reason, I opened its drawer. There lay a leather-bound book with 1968 stamped in gold on its cover—I felt like it was calling me.

Soon realizing it was one of her college diaries, a closer look told me it was for the second half of her senior year, through graduation and on, starting with a New Year’s Eve party she’d attended.

It began with a description of the sweet, skunky ganja odor, along with the sound of Somebody to Love, emanating from the party house. It was owned by the parents of Jeb, a boy she’d “known” in high school. From our years of talks, I knew what she meant by “known” when used this way—she’d had sex with him, probably more than once. Gran, to her dying day, was a hippie or at least exemplified the hippie image.

She went on to describe the raucous group inside. Furniture had been moved. The living room was full of bodies gyrating to the booming tunes. Friends approached her. A beer was pushed into one hand, a lit joint into the other—she accepted both.

Moving from room to room she found Jeb. This was their first meeting in two years. College had kept them apart. I was thrilled to see him again. Such good memories. He was high and his hands were all over me as we tried to make up for lost time. Her writing made it obvious she was more than a little happy to see him.

She described their weaving journey through the house. So many old friends to see. Quick catchup conversations as he kept pulling me. I knew where we were headed. I thought about Dave, but this was Jeb... it was exciting but complicated.

It continued about how full the house was. She knew most of them, either by sight as passing acquaintances, or good friends from past times. It seemed like a mini high school reunion. Every room, nook, and cranny seemed to be occupied. Sweat was now in the air. Random pieces of clothing lay here and there. That phase of the party was beginning. We finally arrived at the door to Jeb’s old room—it was locked. He opened what was to be our safe haven. I knew we’d make our own sweaty, sweet-spunky space—Dave was pushed out of my mind.

Gran had never mentioned Jeb or Dave to me. I was curiouser and curiouser. Reading on, her revealing their desires and sensitivities captivated me.

I sat on the floor as Jeb handed me a joint, lit with his dad’s old Zippo, the Screaming Eagle emblem of the 101st Airborne, embellishing it. He’d gone ashore on D-Day. Then he lit his and joined me, placing a vanilla-scented candle between us and pointedly staring at my obviously braless nipples poking through my Make Love Not War tee-shirt and my revealingly raised mini skirt.

She went on to describe their reminisces from their high school days to their present college days and plans. She pointedly, I thought, did not mention Dave, whoever he was.

He moved the candle and came forward, our legs intertwining, his hands moving under my shirt, the familiar nip tweaks. Sighing, I raised my arms. He pulled it over my head as we stood. We were naked as we hit the bed—his cock hard, me soaking. We’d done foreplay—we both were ready to fuck. He easily slipped in, filling me as I remembered. As ever, he was rough. He pounded several orgasms out of me before I felt him drive especially hard and hold tight against me—his cock was pumping. I felt the warm, filling flow of his spunk. He held me that way until we’d both finished, then started again, never having lost his hardness.

By that point I had my dress up, one finger on my clit, rubbing spiritedly. Gran had reached through the years and now had me firmly in her uninhibited literary grip. Part of me wanted to read more, but the stronger part knew I had to finish. That happened quickly. “Oh fuck Gran,” I shouted as my orgasm ran through me, my legs quivering. “If you only knew how you still affected me. I miss you so much!” A few tears ran down my cheeks, a mixture of joy and sorrow.

I soon picked up where I’d left off. Gran recounted Jeb’s second cumming, as she described it, and her excitement at once again spending time getting to know Jeb. She wrote few details of the party after her time with Jeb. She also wrote few details of her life for the next week, until her return to university on Friday, January 5th. It was then that Dave’s story became clear.

Oh, Diary I’m so happy. Dave picked me up at the airport. I was so happy to see him. I know we’re only fuck buddies but... Being separated from his wife leaves everything in limbo. He took me to my apartment and ravished me. I was tingling from the moment I saw him. When he first held and kissed me I came. God, that was a shock and a thrill. I hid it from him by saying my weakness was just me feeling tired from the plane trip. In reality, I almost collapsed from it. He had to hold me. Hence his concern. If he only knew his effect on me.

Reading this I thought, oh my god, Granny was as big a slut as me! I think the genes skipped a generation. Mom is pretty straight-laced, which is why I was always drawn to Gran, why she always talked to me about the taboo subjects. She’d extracted a promise from me to remain a virgin until I was at least sixteen—I’d followed it. Then at sixteen and a half, I did “it” and told her everything. She’d listened to every detail, telling me how happy she was that I’d experienced orgasm—something of a rarity for first-timers. Then she related her first time and a few details of her life shortly after. I felt so special, so loved. I wished I'd known about her diary then and vowed to search for what had to be a collection of yearly journals or memories of some sort, somewhere.

Meanwhile, I continued to page through it, reading the hedonistic and titillating sections I ran across. There was enough to keep my masturbatory activities quite spirited—I did not lack for satisfaction. One part that put my fingers into high gear was her description of an encounter with another girl.

It was dated February 24th and read, in part:

Last night proved to be quite exceptional and thrilling. Something happened that I’d previously given only very passing thought to. After a good hour of drinking, smoking weed, flirting with guys, and dancing, Suzy R. came up to me and pulled me to the dance floor. I knew her quite well from previous parties, and classes we’d had together. Also, we’d danced together before when we were in the mood and the guys weren’t, which was more often than one might think.

That was about when she told me, “You are really looking quite sexy and delicious tonight.“

Not being at all shocked, I replied, “So are you. Do you think we’ll get lucky tonight?” I had guys in mind at this point.

My fingers were creeping downwards at this point. I’ll skip over some of their banter and get to the heart of her writing.

Sue grabbed my hand and began pulling me, saying, “Let’s go have some fun!“

Being high and ready for fun I eagerly followed, holding her hand and wondering what she had in mind. I soon found out when we entered a bedroom. She locked the door, spun around, and pulled me into a passionate, full-mouth kiss. Needless to say, I was startled. My instinctive reaction was to pull away, but being my adventurous self, I went with the flow, which was substantial at that point.

Eventually, I pulled away and asked her if she’d done this before. “Of course. Haven’t you?” I shook my head. “Well, now you’ll find out what you’ve been missing!” With that, she grabbed my nips and gave them a short, sweet tweak. I was in.

The words guilty pleasure flashed through my somewhat confused thoughts. It felt so naughty, bordering on perverted, but yet I wanted it. The thrill of what was about to happen was almost overpowering. I ripped off my shirt and threw myself at her, dragging us both to the bed.

She laughed as she pulled off my skirt, along with my panties. “You sure you’ve never done this?” she asked.

“Hell yes, I’m sure! Have I done something stupid already?”

Thank god I’ve got you, sweet Diary, to tell. This goes to my grave. How prophetic I thought

She laughed again as she pushed my legs apart. “No, but your soaked panties kinda give the opposite impression.”

With that she dove in, pulling my pubes out of the way and seemingly locking her lips around my pussy. I guessed our kissing was enough foreplay for her.

Then the first lightning bolt hit. Reflexively, I tried to pull away but she had a death grip on my hips. It was the quickest orgasm I’d ever had and was quickly followed by more, of varying intensity, as her tongue caressed, rubbed, or otherwise toyed with various parts of my vag.

I know I was screaming unintelligible things as I clawed at the sheets and her hands. Finally giving in, I let her take over.

Somehow she knew just when to quit. I think it was that or death. It was like turning off a light switch. One moment I was writhing uncontrollably, the next she popped up, again laughing. “So, what’d you think? I love newbies, they’re so much fun... usually... you were for sure. Turn about time.“

OMG Diary! I felt like I’d run a marathon, exhaustion-wise. You know I don’t even run, well barely. BUT, I was not going to be a weenie or a wuss. She was already on her back, legs spread and playing with her tits. We did exchange some words, mostly the amazement kind from me and the get going type from her. This was obviously nothing romantic, just carnally lustful sex, so I got going.

Not being a newbie to receiving oral and having just experienced the best ever, I did my best to repay the favor. I must have done quite well because she was soon wobbling between whimpering and squealing with each orgasm I caused. At one point she tried to push me away, but I held her hips much like she’d held mine. She gave in as I did. I eventually pulled the same stunt she’d pulled on me, I unexpectedly popped up. “So, how’d the newbie do? Was it good for you?” I asked laughingly.

“You bitch, you fuckin’ bitch!” She put her arms up and continued, “Get up here!”

Our lips locked and our tongues lashed each other for minutes. I think I’ve written enough Diary, enough that you get more than a general idea. We promised each other that this would not be our last meeting.

I love you Diary for being my secret confessor. Never any judgment, just absorbing my thoughts and deeds. Everyone needs you.

This time I’d stopped reading after Suzy popped up at Gran’s final orgasm. I couldn’t take anymore, I had to get off. Then a repeat when I reached this point. This was not the Gran I’d known, but it certainly did fit with her personality. Her “secret confessor” reference brought me to tears. I could hear Gran speaking, at least to me.

It was getting to be dinner time. I was somewhat exhausted from vicariously living these parts of Gran’s life. But I couldn’t put it down until I finished it or at least skimmed it enough to get the gist of the remaining days of her life in 1968. So I pushed onwards. Much was routine—exciting, interesting routine—but routine nevertheless. That is until I reached Sunday, June 9th. It referred to the events of the previous day and into Sunday.

OMG Diary! What a way to end my college years. This weekend classes were over, finals have been taken, and grades have been posted. Next weekend will be the official end of my four years. I already know I will graduate Cum Laude, having just missed the Magna part. It’s still a thrill. Dave had promised me a night “for the ages”. Wow, did he ever come through!

I’d pestered him mercilessly for details, but all he’d tell me was to dress sexy because something new that I’d expressed curiosity and interest in was going to be available. That could be almost anything. I was interested in many things.

I wore a new outfit I’d bought just for the occasion: a black mini skirt, a semi-sheer, white frilly blouse, braless of course, and my highest heels in red patent leather—I knew I looked hot and was in the mood to show it off. He took me to my favorite restaurant where we sat in a curved booth with three place settings. I looked at Dave, he just smiled and ordered Champagne for three. I’d given up trying to get anything out of him so I just went with it. Soon Greg, Dave’s best friend and, second to Dave, the guy I most wanted to fuck but had never indicated such, showed up and slid in next to me. “Damn, you’re looking hot and sexy tonight,” he said, as his hand brushed up my thigh.

I looked at Dave. He just smiled back. Fuck! It hit me. We’d talked about threesomes but never committed to one, and I’d never mentioned my desire to fuck Greg. I wanted to cry. I so loved that man—Dave that is.

Dinner was great, I had lobster, but couldn’t stop thinking about the upcoming ménage à trois dessert. By the time we’d finished the second bottle of Champagne, I had my hands on their cocks. My panties were saturated and getting attention from both of them. Dave paid and we were en route back to his place. “Oh, sweetie I love you so much!” I told him. “You’re so thoughtful and wonderful to do this for me.”

“Nothing is too good for you my sweet. If you enjoy this I’m sure there will be many more.”

We parked and Greg pulled in next to us. A rush to the house, in the door, and a group hug with me holding their hard cocks as they teased my tits through my blouse. “I can’t wait! Into the bedroom, I want to suck your cocks.” With us all naked, I dropped to my knees and pulled them close. It seemed almost surreal, but actually holding, licking, and sucking their cocks, as they moaned in response, was heaven. This soon progressed to me in bed, sucking a cock as a mouth was eating my pussy. I still had to almost pinch myself that this was actually happening to me—giving a blowjob as I was cumming from the tongue flicking my pussy—totally amazing.

Then the fucking started. On my back, a cock in my pussy and the other in my mouth. One would fuck me ‘til I came, then they’d switch. It seemed to go on and on. If there’s something higher than seventh heaven I was there. Then I was on my knees being pounded from the rear as I tried to keep the other cock in my mouth. Orgasm after orgasm. All this and neither had cum yet. I felt the lube go on my ass. Dave pushed in. I screamed (not for the first time by far) as I was transported to an even higher euphoric level. He pummeled me as I came and came. Finally, I felt his hot spurts of jizz filling me.

This was not the end. Greg replaced Dave and took my pussy, dominating it with his thrusts, compelling more orgasms from me, until finally, his load gushed, filling me. I collapsed to the bed, feeling their splooge drip out of me. I loved every minute of it!

I hadn’t realized it, but Dave had gotten us all beers and warm, damp towels as Greg was thrashing me. They were welcome.

My exhaustion quickly passed. We all wiped down and drank our beer as we joyfully recounted our sexual antics in some detail. For some reason, I couldn’t stop thanking them both. As I write this I feel like they should have been thanking me, but what the hell, we all had a great time. This was a welcome first and it will definitely not be the last. God, I LOVE SEX!!!!