Chapter 1: Lydia POV
My granddaughter was moving back in with me today, but what she didn't know was I was using this as a direct funnel to steal 20 year old men right from under her. Grandma's got needs, and these 60 year old men aren't cutting it. I'm Lydia, by the way, and I'm no ordinary 65 year-old. I'm a flirt, a minx, and a woman who's still very much in touch with her sensual side. And now, I have the perfect opportunity to find some younger meat to play with, because my granddaughter Athena just broke up with her boyfriend and needs a place to crash.
Athena's just like me: independent, ambitious, and always finding herself in some kind of trouble with the opposite sex.
She's a petite bombshell with a quick wit and a fiery temper to match her long brown locks. She'll make a great wingwoman for me, I can just feel it.
The doorbell rang and I made sure to adjust my dress over my sexiest, lacy thong. Don't want to be showing off all the goods just yet. Yup, I just told you that, but let me put it this way: I'm not one to be subtle when it comes to men. I love a man who isn't afraid to look me in the eyes and speak his mind, and who doesn't mind a good feisty attorney like myself. I heard Athena's voice from the other side of the door, "Hi Nana, I'm home!" She was finally here.
I opened the door and was met with a flustered Athena, hunched over from carrying a giant box full of her things. She had her hair pulled up in a messy bun, and a bead of sweat on her forehead. I couldn't help but laugh at her, "Need some help with that, dear?" I asked, smirking.
She rolled her eyes, "No, I got it.
But, thanks for the offer, Nana." I followed her as she made her way towards her old bedroom, noting the way her jeans hugged her hips and the cute little tattoo she had behind her ear. I could tell she was trying to act tough, but I knew that deep down, she was hurting from the break-up. I decided to tread lightly, for now.
As soon as she set her box down, I pounced: "So, spill the tea! What happened with Onyx?
I couldn't resist asking. I wanted her to know that I was there for her, that I understood the pain she was going through, even if I did have my own selfish motives. A bit on that later.
"Onyx," she sighed, leaning against her bedroom door and crossing her arms. "I don't even know where to start. Ever since we broke up, he's been calling me non-stop, sending me flowers and texts begging me to take him back.
But I won't let him. He was a manipulative jerk who took me for granted and made me feel like garbage. I deserve better than that.
"Well, I can see he's missed you," I said, a sly grin creeping onto my face. Athena looked up at me, stubbornly folding her arms over her chest. I knew she would eventually crack, and I was determined to make my move when she did.
"So, what are you going to do about it?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. I chuckled, shaking my head.
"Oh, Athena, honey, I'm not the one you need to worry about with men." I winked at her, watching as a blush crept up her cheeks. She knew what I was up to, but she didn't want to admit it.
"Just stay away from my co-workers, Nana, especially Simon. He's cute and all, but I don't mix business with pleasure." She picked up her box and headed back towards the living room. I couldn't resist following her, eager to hear more about this Simon character.
"So, this Simon guy, he's a real looker, isn't he?" I asked, prying a little. Athena just rolled her eyes and placed her box on the dining table. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. But he's just another workaholic who doesn't have time for anything else."
I smiled to myself. She was trying to play it cool, but I could tell she had a soft spot for this Simon. "Well, if he's the one you want, you should go for it," I shrugged, trying to sound indifferent.
"You're only young once, right?" I winked at her, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, Nana, you're such a troublemaker. And what about you? Any prospects?" she asked, coyly.
I decided to lay it all on the table. After all, it was time for Athena to know the truth about her grandmother's love life. "Well, darling, I do have a certain type of man in mind. A younger, sprier type.
I’ve always had a penchant for men who made me feel young and alive- and lord knows, a younger man could do just that. “You know, there’s a guy at my yoga class who’s been eyeing me for weeks now.” I said, sipping my tea with a wink. “He’s got to be at least several years my junior, I mean, what would his parents think?” I burst into laughter, and Athena joined in, her eyes gleaming with amusement. I had to keep my lies straight. The truth was I hadn't fucked anyone in ages. These men my granddaughter was talking about, they would for sure be my next fuck.
Not just one, but multiple, and at my age, who's to stop me? I didn't really go to a yoga class, but I was sure Athena didn't know that. She seemed too focused on her own love life to care about mine. I could have a whole harem of young men at my beck and call, but I didn't want to distract Athena from her own needs. She needed to learn to live life without a man, just like I did when my husband passed away.
And maybe, just maybe, she would find a guy who was worth her time. But for now, I had my sights set on someone else.
"Simon, huh?" I mused aloud. "I must admit, he seems like a catch. But if you're not interested, then I suppose I'll have to take matters into my own hands."
Athena raised an eyebrow at me, clearly intrigued. "Why don't you just go out and find someone on your own, Nana?"
I chuckled.
"Oh, Athena, I don't need your help finding a man. I've got my own ways of scoring a date." I winked, pouring myself another cup of tea.
Athena laughed, shaking her head. "I can only imagine, Nana. But seriously, be careful with Onyx. He's not worth your time or energy."
I nodded in agreement, taking a sip of my tea. "Of course, dear. I'm not after your men anyways," i lied. "Besides, I've got my eye on someone else." I winked at Athena, who seemed relieved but still curious. "Who's this lucky guy?" she asked.
"Oh, just someone I met at yoga," I replied, smiling. I took a sip of my tea, enjoying the way Athena's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She knew I don't attend any classes, but she didn't say anything. "Anyways, let's change the subject. Tell me more about your job, dear."
I zoned out as my granddaughter talked about work. I had to meet these men, and fast. Some would say I'm all dried up, but I'm ready to get back out there and get this pussy wet and filled. If only Athena knew the real reason I was so interested in her co-workers, especially this Simon character. I couldn't wait to sink my nails into him and have him bend me over this Victorian-era china cabinet, shattering plates and my orgasm at the same time.
You see, I always had a thing for the bad boys, and Onyx was no exception. But after dealing with his manipulative games, I decided to look for men who could give me what I truly wanted: love, respect, and a little bit of an age gap.
That's why I set my sights on Athena's co-workers, especially Simon.
I couldn't believe my luck when Athena mentioned that he was interested in her. But from what she said, he didn't seem like the type to play games or cheat. He was a handsome, kind-hearted man, and I couldn't wait to get to know him better.
As Athena's stories about work went on, I started to think about how I could get closer to Simon.
I knew that he was interested in Athena, but I also knew that he was a stand-up guy. I needed a plan that wouldn't hurt my granddaughter or put her in an uncomfortable position.
But who was I kidding? I needed a man, and fast. Not just any man, but the right one—someone who would appreciate me, cherish me, and love me without holding back. I could feel the hunger growing inside me, the all-consuming desire to be with someone who could fill the void left by my late husband. I longed for the feeling of a man's hands on my body, of lips pressing against mine, of his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily against me. I was getting older, but I refused to let that diminish my desire.