Another story for one of the Literotica girls. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, hers was worth at least thirty-seven hundred. If only she would spend more time with us, post more, we would be in a constant state of bliss...
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I'd known as soon as I saw her that I would rent her the apartment. It was her eyes I saw first, and it was those dark, dark eyes that had decided it. Christ, I thought, you could get lost for a week in those luminous pools, and their hypnotic effect had had me almost reeling since I had opened the door to the young girl.
"It's about your ad sir," she began, clutching the local paper in her hand. "It sounds just like what I'm looking for; I wonder if I could see it please. Oh, by the way, my name is Miss Kiss, Miss Toxic Kiss."
The ad had run in that mornings Guardian and read as follows, 'Two room flat on the top floor, old Victorian house, near university, tube; semi furnished, heat, cable, hi-speed computer access and electricity included. Prefer female university medical student, on an annual rental basis, references required, call tel. no. 767-7676.' How she had found me, and this early in the morning was a mystery as I hadn't received any calls that morning.
My name is Peter Brown, 44, an ex-soldier who had inherited the beautiful old house from my Dad when he had passed away three years earlier. Dad had been a professor at the University's Faculty of Medicine for thirty years prior to his death and often over the years had rented the top floor apartment to medical students. I hadn't rented the apartment the last two years but had recently decided to revive Dad's old practice.
"You're early Miss Kiss. I'm Peter Brown," I said, offering her my hand.
Smiling broadly, her perfect teeth glistening in the early morning light, she said, "They say the early bird gets the worm, Mister Brown."
After climbing the two flights of stairs we arrived at the door to the rooms. The suite consisted of a small bedroom and a large bright room that stretched the full length of the back of the house. "Oh gosh, darn," she exclaimed, "I don't think I can take it Mr. Brown."
"You don't like it," I responded, surprised that she didn't want it.
"It's perfect," she purred with regret obvious in her voice, "It's just too nice, I could never afford it."
"We haven't even discussed the rent yet Miss Kiss."
"I've seen twenty other flats over the last two days sir, and this is by far the best and I couldn't afford most of the others. I was hoping this would be smaller, worse. I've got a definite budget with a specific amount I can spend on rent."
"Tell me about yourself. If I'm even going to consider you as a tenant, I want to know your background, who you are and what your plans are."
"It's no use," she shrugged but seeing the interest in my eyes, she decided to talk. "I grew up in the north sir, the only child of two high school teachers. I'm smart sir, and I want to be a doctor, always have. I'm going to heal people, sir, that I promise you. Ma and Pa died two years ago, in a fucking stupid auto accident, I'm sorry about the language sir, but the stupidity of it still pisses me off. They left me a bit, but not a huge amount. I'm hoping that with the scholarship and cheap living that I'll make it through six years of school without owing a fortune. I know I'll never be a doctor, sir, if I have to spend twenty hours a week flipping hamburgers," she finished in a rush. "And what about you?"
"Me?"
"Sure, you don't think I'd live here without knowing something about my landlord, do you?"
"My Dad died three years ago, and when I inherited the house I quit the Army and moved here with my wife."
"Oh, you're married, and where do you work now?" she asked, then noticed the look of pain that passed over my face. "Did I ask something wrong?"
"I quit the forces only because Carol got sick, bad sick, fucking cancer if you must know," I growled, but quickly regretted taking it out on this little girl, a girl who had just lost her parents. "I'm sorry; it just still hurts a bit. She died only ten months ago, took over two years for her to die."
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," she murmured.
"The rents 375 Pounds a month, you can move in anytime," I said.
"That's too cheap. That's even less than my budget figure, way below. You could get a thousand easy for this place."
"Take it or leave it," I mumbled.
After looking at me for a minute, she finally nodded and said, "I'll move in this saft if it's okay with you. I'll bring cash for the first month."
"Good, do you need any help moving? I've got a pickup in the garage."
"Yes, please. Thank you Mr. Brown, thank you very much."
"I have only one demand" I added, "Study hard and get good marks; I don't want to see any more failures." And then belatedly remembering I asked, "By the way, do you have any bad habits I should know about?"
"I'm afraid I might do Peter, but you're too late to ask, I think we've made a deal. I'll have to tell you them another day," she finished smiling.
Was she the most beautiful girl in the city or just one of the top ten I asked myself as I drove her over to the small B+B she had been staying in since she had arrived in the big city two days ago. She didn't have much to move, two big suitcases, a box of books and a larger box of papers and knickknacks and finally a students knapsack. "I don't have much," she explained, "I put a few keepsakes and the like in storage with a great-aunt in the country; she's the only family I have left."
She had changed while I was carrying the last of her bags up to her rooms and greeted me now in black shorts and tank top. She was about 5'8" tall and 130 pounds and her thick, black, lustrous, over the shoulder hair matched her beautiful eyes. Her breasts were both full and firm, but it was her skin that you couldn't help staring at. Her skin was the color of the brightest ivory, translucent and aglow, and was as smooth and as unlined as a new born baby. "Christ, Miss Kiss, are you born of a human mother and father?"
Blushing furiously, the red instantly visible on her white features, she answered, "Don't tell me you're going to be another of those bastards who make fun of my skin? Shit! They often called me the ghost when I was in school. Miss Effing Hot Lips, the Ghoulish Ghost."
Laughing in sudden glee, I sputtered, "I always knew those bloody northerners were stupid gits and that confirms it. Christ, girl, you're as pretty as the most beautiful Greek maiden, you could be put on a pedestal in the Parthenon and thousands would come and bow at your feet every day. Besides," I said grinning, "the way you glow, I'll never lose you in the dark. You don't have any tattoos, do you? I'd hate to see that perfection marred."
"I wanted to, yes, a couple of times I almost got one. But my Mum, she told me if I ever marred my skin with a tat she'd cut off every hair on my head while I slept. It was a tough choice but I decided I'd keep my hair."
"Thank you Mrs. Kiss," I intoned and then added, having noticed irregular bumps next to her nipples, easy to see through her tank top, especially given her lack of bra, "You've pierced yourself though."
"You've either very good eyes Mr. Brown or you've been watching my tits a little too closely," she laughed, and quickly lifting her top showed me the two silver pendants hanging from her magnificent rack. "Do you like them?" she asked slyly.
Her large full breasts, white as cream, were topped by wide pink aureoles and lovely little nips. "Miss Kiss, It's always dangerous to try to improve on perfection. God's work there definitely needs no embellishment. And before you tell me or show me something else I probably don't need to know or see, I think I better leave. Come down for dinner at six if you like, I got lots of food."
"OK, thanks," she finished, a broad grin on her face, knowing she had surprised me with her show.
My cock was huge and throbbing as I stumbled down the stairs, mumbling to myself. I had been seconds from throwing her on her bed and ravishing the young beauty, and still felt an enormous urge to rush back up. I hadn't had much of a sex life for the last three years, having watched my sweet wife go from a beautiful vibrant woman to a seventy-five pound scarecrow, a woman in pain twenty-four hours a day. Two months ago, realizing I needed a sex life, but incapable of any kind of real relationship, I had started hiring prostitutes to service my needs. Soon, I had come to rely on the weekly visits of these young sluts, finding that the pounding of my fat cock deep into their hot little pussies was somehow ridding my system of the hate and bitterness that had threatened to engulf me.
It had been a Monday when Miss Kiss moved in and what with registration, organizing her courses, shopping, etc., we hadn't seen much of each other during the week so we arranged to have dinner together Friday night. Before dinner I gave her a tour of the house, the highlight for her being Dad's medical library, a library filled with about every medical text published over forty years. "Christ, this library is as good as the Universities," she exclaimed amazed.
"Use it any time."
"It's your private library, your house," she protested.
Handing her keys for both my house door and the library, I told her, "Dad didn't want a museum, Miss Kiss, he wanted a room where medical students could get some work done. Use it whenever you want, the only thing I ask of you is that you don't bring others into my part of the house without asking first."
"Oh, you didn't happen to see Dick leave this morning, did you," she asked shyly, grimacing.
"He wasn't the skinny guy with the Mohawk and the chains around his neck, was he?"
