When I returned to the University in the Fall I was determined to find a place to live off Campus. I was in a Dorm my first year and it was a disaster. The constant noise, the party boys, the pranks and immature nonsense drove me crazy. I am in school to study and do well, and not see how much beer I can drink.
I found some ads for rooms on the internet and started to investigate. The first five places were terrible; the houses were run-down shacks and the rooms were not fit for human habitation. I have a limited budget but I will not live like that.
I did not want to give up so I called the number for an ad that seemed promising. A warm and soft feminine voice answered, and I made an appointment to see the room right away. I punched the address into my GPS and headed out.
As I was driving I tried to visualize the woman behind the voice. I pictured a hot young sex-crazed blonde waiting to meet me.
What am I thinking? I need a room; I don’t need to get laid. Well, actually that would be great, but get real. Grow up, don’t let your imagination get out of hand.
I pulled up to the house and parked in the driveway. This was more like it, a beautiful old Tudor style house on a landscaped lot.
I rang the front door bell and waited, and when the door opened a tall, stylishly dressed woman said hello. Not exactly a hot young blonde, but very attractive. I guessed maybe she was in her forties, slender and fit, and a beautiful smile.
She was dressed in designer jeans, not the cheap kind that I had on. She also had on a colorful top which I won’t try to describe because I am not a fashion maven. Her shoes completed the ensemble, and she looked marvelous.
She introduced herself as Dorothy Johnson and shook my hand. Very courteous and old-school.
“I am William Lee. I am a second-year student and interested in a room off-campus. I can’t tolerate the Dorm again.”
She laughed at that and said “Please come in.”
We walked through the front hall and into the nicely furnished living room.
“Please sit and be comfortable. Tell me about yourself.”
I launched into my rehearsed bio; from a small town, serious student, etc., in Pre-Med.
“Well, you seem like a very nice young man, just the kind of person I would like to have in my spare room. This house was built back in the day when people had live-in domestic help, and the room in question was the room for that person.”
“My husband passed away a little over a year ago. When he was alive he would offer the room to visiting VIP’s or sometimes to students who wanted to get away from the distractions, just like you. There was frequently someone interesting staying here for short visits. In the past year, it has not been used at all, so I thought it would be a good thing to offer it to someone deserving.”
“I thought I should ask for rent, just to make things legal and correct. But mainly I don’t want the room to continue to go to waste.”
I replied “Mrs. Johnson, that is very kind of you.”
She came right back with “Please call me Dorothy. I am not that old!” and smiled.
“So now that we have discussed all of that, let’s have a look at the room.”
She led me to the stairway that must go to the spare room and I followed her up. I was just a few stairs behind her, and her ass was right in front of my face. Her ass was beautiful, not too large or too small, and her tight jeans accentuated her butt crack.
All I could think of was what she must look like naked, and then I told myself to stop it, she is a refined, upper class woman and not like the fuck-sluts you meet around the campus.
We got to the room, and it was very nice. Much larger than I expected, and nicely furnished with a double bed.
“It also has its own private entrance, that stairway over there leads to a door in the rear of the house.”
God, please don’t say rear, I can’t get my mind off yours.
“I keep that door locked, but I would give you the key if you want it. I really prefer that you come and go through the front door and go up the stairs we just used. I want you to feel comfortable and at home in the entire house. I don’t want you to be a hermit.”
“There is a microwave and a small refrigerator, but I hope you can join me for some meals. I love to cook and cooking for a single portion is difficult. And I would enjoy the company. There is also a private bath, just a shower but that is probably what you want anyway.”
Now we got to the bottom line and she said “I was thinking of $400.00 per month. Is that OK?”
That was beyond my budget, and I didn’t know what to say. I followed her down the stairs, this time with a different view of her beautiful ass.
We were standing in the hallway by the stairs and by her bedroom door, and she was waiting for me to reply.
“Mrs. Johnson, you have a beautiful home, and the spare room is great, but I just can’t afford it.”
She seemed very upset by that, and said “Please call me Dorothy as I asked. I don’t know what the rental rates are near the campus, I just made a guess. I don’t want you to leave, I want to work something out.”
“The money is not as important to me as having the right kind of person in the room. My husband left me in very good financial condition.”
“Maybe there is something I can do for you on the rent if you would do something for me.”
She seemed quite nervous and uncomfortable so I said “Sure. Just tell me what you want.”
“I was really hoping for some companionship and company. As I said, my husband died just over a year ago, and we had a long and wonderful marriage. Since then I have become a kind of recluse. I rarely leave the house except for tennis at my club or grocery shopping. Being alone in this big house is not healthy.”
I was not ready for what came next.
“I can reduce the rent if you would do something very personal for me.”
She would not make eye contact with me, she just stared at the floor.
“Like I said, just tell me what you want.”
In a voice so low I could barely hear her, she said “Would you be willing to hook up with me?”
I would not have been more surprised if she threw a bucket of water in my face. I was speechless and she must have thought that I didn’t understand her.
“That is the term that young people use now, isn’t it?”
I replied “No, I usually just say fuck.”
She actually flinched at the word, but she managed to say it almost in a whisper.
“I see. Then would you be willing to fuck me?”
