Grandma's Secret

My grandma and I’s relationship had always been a little bit... different. When I was a little kid, I remembered my grandma loving to give me kisses. Everytime my family and I would leave my grandparent’s house, grandma always insisted on giving me a kiss. I always remembered her saying, “Don’t forget about my kiss!” I’d always run over to her and she would pick me up in her arms, and she would give me a goodbye kiss. Grandma’s kiss however, was a little different from what you might expect. She would always kiss me right on the lips. I’m sure that many people would have seen that as weird, but I was just a little kid. I didn’t know that it was weird. I just assumed that Grandma loved me a whole lot, so I never said no.
However, trouble arose when I got older and went to kindergarten. It was on Valentine's Day, and the teacher was going around asking each student what they did to show someone in their family that they loved them. When it came around to me I said that I kissed my grandma on the lips, but instead of the students just saying nothing they all said, “Ewww!” in unison. I was confused about this, I thought that everyone did things like this with their grandparents, but when I got home I didn’t ask my parents about it, I was scared to. After that day I never mentioned anything about kissing my grandma to my friends at school or anybody else. The next time I went over to my grandparent’s house I didn’t kiss grandma when I left, I was determined to have a normal relationship with her. She was sad when I said no, but I had made my choice. I didn’t kiss grandma the next several times I went to her house, but each time I left, it made me sad to see her sad. When I came back the next time I decided to kiss grandma again, because it made her happy. I think that I even started to enjoy the kissing some.
Throughout the rest of my grade school years grandma and I kissed each other on the lips like usual. However, over time I started to enjoy it more and more. Kissing grandma also helped me to form a better relationship with her. When I was younger I had thought that Grandma’s stories from when she was younger were old and boring, but as I got older I came to realize the value of her stories. I would listen to them with intent and even would ask for her to read more sometimes; but Grandma said that she would only if I gave her a kiss, and I always did.
My behavior started to change when I went to college however. I had started to wonder if I would ever have a girlfriend, because I had never had one before. Over time this turned into anger. I wanted to have a girlfriend but no girl ever seemed to latch on to me. I would talk to girl after girl trying to make friends with them, then when I felt confident I would ask them on a date. They always said no. Some nights I would lay on my bed in my dorm room and pound my fists on the mattress, cursing God for my small penis and non-existent social skills. However, one night during one of my fits of rage, I got a text from Grandma, it said this, “Hope you are having fun at college. Missing your kisses. 😉” It was then that I realized that the woman I loved had been beside me all along. Ever since I had been young I had loved Grandma and Grandma had loved me. For years and years I had been pushing down my true feelings for Grandma, seeing them as a stigma. Now I was ready to let my true feelings for Grandma flourish.
The next time I went to my grandparent’s house I went alone. This was the perfect time for me to have a true kiss with Grandma. We all had dinner together and then I got up to leave. Grandma led me to the door and I was just about to leave. Then I remembered our kiss, and for the first time ever I reminded Grandma of our kiss instead of her reminding me. I started to go in for a kiss, but then for a second I thought again. I was worried that maybe I had been misjudging Grandma’s feelings for me the whole time, maybe Grandma didn’t love me in the way I had thought, but it was now or never. My lips and Grandma’s touched, but instead of just a quick peck, I was ready for something more passionate. As I kissed Grandma I let myself experience her kiss in a new way. Not in a platonic sort of way, but rather in a romantic sort of way. As I kissed Grandma all of my initial worries went away and I started to experience her lips in a truly wonderful way. They were as soft as a pillow and moist and warm. After a moment my lips and Grandma’s released. I looked at her and she said softly, “That was wonderful.” I left Grandma’s house feeling very different. I had experienced Grandma’s kisses in a new way, but I had enjoyed it quite a lot. Several more times I went to Grandma’s house and had a long kiss with her. Each time I enjoyed it more than the last.
Then after the college year, the school hosted a fun raffle that I decided to enter. The winner of this raffle won a skydiving trip with one other person of their choice. This sounded fun, but I wasn’t invested in it, so I only bought a couple tickets. However, when the winner drawing happened, to my surprise I had won! I was so excited! One question remained however, who would I take? I thought for several days about it, and I came to my decision. I decided that I had to take Grandma. However I wasn’t just going to go skydiving with Grandma, I had a master plan for something else too. When I told Grandma about our skydiving she was so excited! She had never been skydiving before, and she was so happy to be going, especially with me.
After about a month, the day had come, it was time to go skydiving. Grandma and I went to the airport and went out to a small plane. The instructor helped us get on our jumpsuits and then we took off. Higher and higher we went into the air until we got up to the height we needed to. Then it was time to jump. We both decided to hold hands and jump at the same time. As I looked out of the plane the ground was quite far below us. I started to get a little worried, but luckily Grandma was there. The instructor checked our systems and then we jumped. A couple moments after jumping I decided that it was finally the time to ask. Grandma and I were looking right at each other and I reached down into my pocket. I pulled out a diamond ring and asked Grandma, “Will you marry me?” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Grandma said. I was so happy that she was finally ready to take our relationship to the next level. Then I went in for my longest and most passionate kiss yet. As my lips and Grandma’s touched, our 60 year age gap no longer mattered and a true connection was formed.
About a week later we had our wedding in secret. Nobody was there except for the preacher. It was one of the happiest days of our lives. A couple weeks later we went on a honeymoon to Fiji. Grandma told Grandpa that she was just going out of town for work, so as to not arouse suspicion. As I sat on the beach with Grandma I was bubbling with happiness. I had finally found my true love.