Diane and Dougal

Chapter 1

Diane found herself in need of a lodger. She was starting to struggle with paying the mortgage for the Georgian town house she'd been left with after the death of her husband. Her job at the university paid well but she was still finding it hard to make ends meet. They'd managed it on both their incomes but now it was beginning to show that she needed help. She was also finding the place increasingly empty, the noise and bustle of a family, the laughter, it had been such a happy place. She wanted some company, now, after grieving for so long, she finally wanted people in the house again and she'd decided that she was in the ideal place to fill her house, students! She worked on the university campus so she had access to any amount of young, fun people who, she felt, could once again bring some joy to the once cheerful building. She'd elected to put up small ads on the notice boards around the campus that day as Diane had finally emerged from the cloud that had lingered so long over her and it was time to, how was it the youth put it? Carpe diem!!

She'd made up the room in the loft of the three-story house, so whoever moved in could have as much isolation from the rest of the house as she could afford, but the bathroom on the second floor would be shared and so would the kitchen. In fact, she didn't care if they roamed the whole house, just her room was off limits. She'd also let her friends know and Joanna was on the look-out around the student union, where she worked as a secretary and John, her husband's best friend, was also asking students around the campus he thought Diane may get on well with but as of yet there were no replies.

Dougal had finally decided to give up commuting up to college from home as the work load was becoming ever more difficult with all the travel. It was great living at home as it meant he didn't have to pay for anything but as well as the job he had secured at the local coffee shop, local to the Uni, he was also missing out on student life's, going out and getting rowdy with his friends, not that he really wanted to do that but he did miss out on the odd party he would love to have gone to, especially to meet potential girls, of which he was becoming more and more interested in, especially now he was losing his youthful charms, and spots, and becoming a man. Basically, he wanted sex, any sex would do, even a peck on the cheek, because he'd barely touched a girl, apart from the occasional brush of a hand over a coffee cup at work. He would flush from the embarrassment and try desperately to hide the inevitable bulge in his trousers. God, he hated these impulses.

That day in class he saw Prof. Tiller putting up a note on the message board as he wandered down the hall to his English class with him.

"What's that?" He asked Prof Tiller, fairly stupidly.

"Well, young man, as you are doing fairly well in my English class, I think you will find the reading of said ad will divulge the reason for me posting said piece of paper onto said message board in order for said students to read and digest said information." He smiled at Dougal and walked off into his lecture theatre. Dougal read the note and was thankful he was the first to see the note and quickly removed it from the notice board.

WANTED

Person required to help brighten and fill a large house with conversation learning and fun.

Mrs Jones.

Please ask for details.

"Professor? Professor? Do you have Mrs Jones telephone number, please, I would like to ask her for the room." The Professor looked up from his desk at the boy waving the piece of paper in front of him.

"Have you just taken that note from the board, Mr James? How will the other students be able to contest you for the room if you have taken away their chance of competition?" Professor Tiller confronted Dougal.

"Erm, well, the way I see it, sir is that I have narrowed the field by the removal of said notice and I am desperate for a room nearer college as all the travelling is starting to take its toll on my work at college and at work and my social life."

"Very good, Mr James, I shall give you Mrs Jones' telephone number." With that the professor wrote the number on the back of the slip of paper, raised his head and smiled again. "I hope you do well, young man, she's a fine woman and you will be able to keep her entertained on the long winters nights with your wit and repartee!"

"Thank you, sir, I will try my best to fulfil the requirements of an interesting housemate." He quickly rushed from the room and phoned the number hoping to secure an interview. He rushed back into the class and went to take his seat for the lesson barely able to contain his excitement. He thought he'd blown the chance of finding a place, not having looked over the summer break and now all the best places would have gone leaving only the desperate! Like him, to fill the worst rooms. His excitement was borne from Prof. Tiller, who surely wouldn't be putting up, and endorsing someone awful, would he? Dougal found a message on his phone after his class from Mrs Jones asking if he could make an appearance at her house that evening! He called back straight away arranging a viewing for that very evening.

All afternoon at his job in the coffee shop his excitement grew and couldn't stop watching the interminable movement of the clock that seemed to have stopped working! He was nearing the end of his shift when disaster struck. Gill, his workmate and buddy, hadn't secured the lid on the milkshake mixer and as he walked past the lid finally had enough of attempting to retain the orange liquid inside and threw its lid into the air. Orange, carrot and mango ice cream smoothie spluttered and flew out of the flask and up into the air.

"Shit!" Gill and Dougal yelled together as the both dived for the machine trying to turn it off. Covering both the youngsters in bright orange goo as they laughed and giggled at the fruitlessness of the situation. Brian came out of the back room and laughed at the pair of them dripping in milkshake.

"Well, you two can clean that up whilst I carry on serving!" And smirked to himself whilst the soaked pair cleaned up the mess.

After about twenty minutes or so the place was spick and span and the shop was closed, but it suddenly began to dawn on Dougal that he was due at the viewing of the house in half an hour and he couldn't go like this! He then looked over at Gill and through the panic, much to his delight, his eyes were drawn to her ample chest. She was in a worse state than him as her white top had become nearly see through as the orange goo had soaked through her top.

"Fuck!" She said as she looked at what had drawn Dougal's eyes down. "I can't go home like this I've got nothing else to wear!! It was such a nice day today that I thought I'd get away with just my work 'T', I thought it was too nice a day to go around in too many clothes. Could I borrow your top, even though it's also soaked, at least it'll be less embarrassing to wander around in a black top! Pleeaasse?" She begged.

"But, I'm just off to view a room in a house and I can't go looking like you!!" Dougal exclaimed.

"And, what's wrong with the way I look??" Gill said as she put her hands on her waist and dropped one hip, putting on a face of hurt and admonishment.

"Nothing!! Er....erm.....n..n..nothing at all!!" He stammered as stared at her wonderful rack. "I suppose you should wear the less revealing top, as you can't go out sporting a wet T-shirt competition like that. Regardless if you won or not." He smiled as she gave him a friendly punch in the arm making her bosom jiggle wonderfully as she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the back room to get changed.

"Aaw, thanks." She said, when they entered the little room and without a word, she whipped off her top and handed it to him. His eyes nearly burst from their sockets as the only boobs he'd ever seen burst into view right in front of him. Admittedly they were in a bra, but that bra was shear, and was doing very little to hide her gorgeous, brown, pierced nipples from him. He couldn't stop gawking, as her nipples hardened to the enraptured gazing of her workmate. They were a truly wonderful sight to behold. "Anybody would think you've never seen a pair before." Gill said to her stunned friend as she wiggled left and right causing her wonderful globes to sway from side to side, but he hadn't, well apart from his mums and sisters' and the odd one on the beach on holiday, but none of that counted. Especially with Gill's wonderful creations before him. "You haven't, have you? Oh, you poor boy! But right now, I don't want to be bearing them to all and sundry so could you please swap your top with me....... Dougal!" This last yelp bumped him from his revere and he broke his ogling, took off his top and handed it to Gill. She pulled on the top making herself decent again. "Not too shabby yourself." She admired as the young man removed his top revealing a near hairless well-toned torso. He was glad she liked what she saw. "How is it you haven't seen anybody naked before? Do you have sex in the dark?"

"Ermm, no, I mean yes.... Erm I mean...." She looked knowingly at him as he gave up trying to deny his virginity and put Gill's T-shirt on. It was tight but it made him look good, even if it was covered in milkshake. Was he really a virgin? God knows why, he was a good-looking bloke. But what about his trousers? He had to do something about his trousers. "What shall I do with these?"

"Well, we could swap skirt and trousers." She giggled. "I'm sure your new landlady wouldn't mind." They both thought this was hysterical.

"Yeah!! What a great first impression." He smiled.

"Isn't there anything in the left luggage room? There must be something you could borrow? Do you really need to borrow anything, anyway?" Gill enquired of her workmate. They both looked down at the conspicuous bulge in his white trousers caused by her flashing her boobs and made even more prominent with the wet patch. You could almost tell which religion he was!! "Well, you'll be ok as long as she doesn't show you her tits!!!" They both burst out laughing at his predicament again. "Look, take them off and we'll wipe them down so at least they're white." So, he whipped his trousers off and it was her turn to gawk. He had a luscious package bulging in his pants made even more obvious through the wet material. "So, remind me, why haven't you, ever, had a girlfriend?" Dougal didn't answer but smiled at the compliment as she got to work on his trousers. In no time at all the trousers were respectable...ish and it was time to go, it didn't look too bad. "Good luck!!" Gill yelled after him as he ran off to the bus. He was going to be a little late but at least he wouldn't be indecent!!

He arrived at Mrs Jones' house about twenty minutes late and he couldn't believe the house he now stood in front of. It was a lovely, grand, Georgian detached town house, fairly recently renovated, a lovely front garden with a couple of magnolias either side of the path to the house. He self-consciously walked up the path to the front door knowing he was late and he was less than respectably dressed! But he thought to himself there was no way he was going to miss this opportunity of a house so close to the Uni and work and with an older housemate so there wouldn't be the distractions in his final year.

He pulled the door bell and it made a wonderful tinkling sound, just like in those old movies his dad used to watch. And just like the old movies a voluptuous woman answered the door all curves and floral dress. Her brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders onto a full bosom which, in turn swooped in to her waist only to launch out again over a gorgeously full hip. She was larger than was thought sexy by the magazines but her fullness oozed sex appeal to him.

"Hello, you must be Mrs Jones." He said extending his hand to her.

"Hi, you must be Dougal." She said in a beautifully silky voice and they shook hands, both impressed by the firmness of the grip. But she was fairly confused by his attire. "My, you know how to impress a lady, what on earth happened to your clothes." She enquired, hoping for a suitable reply. Though he did look to have a good body in the skin tight, slightly to see through 'T' which left little to the imagination, and white, well whiteish trousers.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, we had an accident at work and I had to swap tops with my female work colleague, whom felt wearing this 'T' home would leave her, well, shall we say compromised and I had no other trousers to change into." Dougal explained.

"Well come in, come in, it is certainly not warm enough to be stood on the doorstep in damp clothes." His nipples had visibly hardened as a gust of wind blew around the corner. 'Mmmm.' Diane thought to herself. "Come in, and we'll get you all cleaned up, it's the least I can do." And she pulled him, with a motherly caring, into the warmth of her home. "Now, would you like to have a shower whilst I take those clothes and wash them before they are ruined by, well by, god knows what you have on them. Come up here to the bathroom and you can strip and I get you something to wear while you clean up."

Poor Dougal twitched and blushed uncontrollably at the word strip!! He didn't know what to think, was this woman going to watch as he disrobed? Not that he would have minded having an older luxuriant woman watch him strip, but it was hardly how he'd expected the interview to go.

Diane walked him up the magnificent staircase to the next floor into a wonderful, large bathroom with a lovely huge, old bath set in the centre, and a massive floor to ceiling window looking out onto an amazing town garden. The south facing garden was surrounded by a lovely high hedge secluding the property from all onlookers and had a swimming pool on the left, where it would catch the best of the days sun right into the evening. He was truly amazed.

"Wow, what an amazing house you have." He effused.

"Why thank you, young man, it is a lovely place, though a tad empty without Geoff and the kids. My husband died three years ago and the kids have grown up and moved away. They come to visit but not nearly enough to fill the void." Diane explained.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He hoped he wasn't sounding too insincere.

"Thank you, it was sad, but life still goes on. Which is why I hope to find someone to fill the house with a bit of fun and laughter, as it was always such a happy house. I hope I'm not putting the you off with my morbidity. "

"Oh no, Mrs Jones, not at all, it's still a very warm house and exudes the lightness that was here." Dougal sympathised.

"Why, Dougal, what lovely words. Now come on give me your clothes and I'll wash them whilst you shower." He immediately peeled off his t-shirt and handed it to her, which she took, admiring his lovely smooth chest. She wanted to reach out and touch it. 'Get a grip, Diane, he's old enough to be your son!!! But mmm what an enchanting body.' She thought to herself. He started to undo the belt on his trousers and pull them down. "Woah, hold on, young man, please, I'll be happy to receive your clothes around the door." Much as she would love to see what he was hiding inside those pants of his. She didn't want to come over as a pervert!! She exited the bathroom with the t-shirt and waited just outside for him to pass his clothes around the door. "Don't worry about getting water on the floor it's a wet room so any mess will all drain away."

"Thank you, Mrs Jones, I'm most grateful for your kindness."

"Please, what else could I do, and please, it's Diane, Mrs Jones makes me feel sooo old!!" She said through the partially open door as he passed out the rest of his clothes.

Douglas showered in the beautiful bath, which was easily big enough for three. Although he was quite self-conscious of the huge window which did nothing for his privacy but he did have a thought that it would offer up a fantastic view of Mrs Jones, should he manage to secure the room, of course. This immediately began a rousing in his nether regions as he thought of the woman exhibiting her fantastically voluptuous naked body for his sole amusement. He had to stop these thoughts or he would have to take matters into hand! Was that Mrs Jones outside?? He ducked down into the bath to hide himself from the prying eyes he had just been imagining doing himself. But as he peeked over the side of the bath, he saw she was hanging out his washed clothes. Mrs Jones, though, had looked up, she couldn't resist a peek at the fabulous young form bathing in her bathroom. She hadn't seen much, or certainly not enough, but he was an exquisite nubile young man. It really had been too long 'and who said size didn't matter' she sniggered to herself.

Dougal had finished in the bathroom and had wrapped himself in a towel to go downstairs. The towel was adequate to cover his body, but only just. He felt he was going to flash everything at any minute, the split in the towel exposing his leg all the way to his waist with every step. He walked into the kitchen to find Mrs Jones sat at the breakfast bar in the middle of the expansive kitchen. This really was an enormous house. She turned as she heard the young man enter the room and nearly swooned as she admired the nearly naked man stood before her. He had noticed her lustful look which she managed to hide away in a glance but not before having the desired effect on the poor boy's genitals. He noticeably grew under the towel pushing it out from his body under her lascivious glance. Oh god why did he have to be stood in the kitchen of this gorgeous prospective landlady, nearly naked with a rapidly engorging hard on!! Diane could see the poor man's predicament and though she would love to watch the towel slip from his wonderful form and completely denude him, exposing a gorgeous young form for her pleasure, she, wisely, thought she should help the young man.

"My poor boy." She said, sympathetically. "I didn't leave you any clothes to put on. Come with me." And she grasped the young man's hand and dragged him upstairs. He was grateful to be behind her because he was sure the speed at which they were traveling he was revealing almost all his thigh and most of his distending penis as he was whisked up the staircase to, what he could only presume, was her son's bedroom. She pushed him in and closed the door behind, saying. "Just pick out anything that will fit and I will then give you a tour of the house and see if you'd like to move in." Gosh, did she sound too pushy. She found the urge to burst in to watch him dress, almost irrepressible, what had got into her? She was like a schoolgirl on a tour around the boy's changing room!!

Dougal looked in the wardrobe and the drawers and found a shirt that fitted and a pair of very full, very skimpy shorts, which he tried on and burst out laughing as his slightly distended member and balls hung from the leg of the loose-fitting briefs. He liked the look but thought it may be a tad inappropriate and laughed again.

"Are you ok in there?" Diane wondered as she reached for the door handle but his reply broke the urge to open the bedroom door and enter.

"Yes, fine, thank you." Dougal replied, smirking once again, he thought they would do as boxers and after a bit more rummaging eventually found a pair of tight-fitting hipsters that would do the job. But they did need a belt which he also found as well as some socks.

"Ah, there you are. You brush up quite well, when you're not covered in milkshake, though milkshake would be a great costume in some circumstances, I'm sure!!" She thought naughtily but disguised it adequately with a smile.