Pam's Houseguest

For David Ratcliffe it was a no-brainer. If he was to afford to attend Golden Beach University he needed to both a: obtain a part-time job, and b: find somewhere close by to live - preferably somewhere inexpensive. As luck would have it, he managed to take care of both problems during the final week of his summer vacation. The sandy-haired student spotted a job advertisement in a small retail bookstore window as he glided by on his pushbike. The offer was for fifteen hours a week; that meant all day Saturday and a few hours sprinkled here and there throughout the week. The bookstore's owner, Ted Masters was getting on, and needed someone reliable to help stock the shelves and take care of his customers. For Ted, the plan was simple, David could take care of the heavier work while his other young assistant, Madeline, could take care of the customers. That way Ted could occupy himself with purely management tasks. Several weeks in, it became quite clear that the arrangements had worked out splendidly.

David did well at school and, on graduation, managed to gain attendance into a Bachelor of Info Tech degree at the nearby University. His natural common sense and sensibility made him perfect for helping Mister Masters with his store. David won an award during his high school years for applying himself to his studies - a testament to his desire to do the right thing and remain responsible. He wasn't too interested in partying with friends, although he would go out with them occasionally. Mostly, he was interested in studying hard so that he could fulfil his dream of building his own dot com. If the truth be told, David was a responsible, young man that almost any girl would have been keen to be seen with. In his mind though, he was a bit of a geek and that kept the girls at bay.

The journey between his parent's house and both work and university was tedious. The two hour train ride was draining, but it gave David a chance to catch up on his tutorial work and polish his studies. It was Mister Masters who recommended that David might consider moving closer to both work and campus. He said he had a friend who had occasionally taken in young students - most recently her niece. He slipped the young lad a piece of paper at closing time one Friday afternoon. The note simply said, Pamela Janson, along with a telephone number.

David arranged to meet Mrs Janson at her house. As he pedalled his bike along the somewhat shoddy bitumen road that was Owen Lane, he appreciated the beauty of the afternoon sunlight struggling to penetrate the dense trees that lined the road.

"This is nice," David said aloud as he pulled his bike into the driveway of a quaint cottage. He double checked the mailbox. Thirty-three - yep, this was the place alright. Mrs Janson's house was right on the edge of a hinterland that stretched up into the mountains beyond. Her's was one of the last houses on the street and David noticed the street lights finished just a little further down the road.

The bottom step creaked as David stepped up onto the porch. He was about to knock on the screen door when it opened before him. "Oh hi," a kindly looking woman greeted him, "you must be David!" The woman was wiping her hands on an apron - testament to the fact she had been inside preparing dinner. She extended her right hand to David, "I'm Pam. It's so nice to meet you."

David smiled at her warmly, "It's nice to meet you Mrs Janson. Mister Masters sent me to see about the room he said you might have available."

"Well, firstly," Mrs Janson smiled, "you can call me Pam. Please... otherwise it makes me feel old."

"Okay, Pam..." David grinned. He couldn't help but notice Pam's pristine, white skin and the way she had pulled her long, brown hair up behind her head, held in place by a large, spring-loaded clip. Her face was gentle and quite beautiful. Her large, brown eyes radiated a warmth that instantly made him feel at ease.

"And, yes you're right, my niece has been staying in the spare room upstairs - she just finished her degree late last year. She's been offered a job in one of the big banks and needs to move closer to her work." Pam opened the screen door wide, "Please, come in!"

David slipped off his sneakers and strolled into a large lounge room. The afternoon sun was fast disappearing behind the mountains and Pam strolled around the room, flipping the switches on various small lamps, creating a warm ambience in the room that felt perfectly homely.

"Thats better," she smiled. "Say, I was just preparing a pumpkin pie for dinner, if you're interested?"

"Really?" David looked at her shyly.

"Sure, it's fine! Unless you need to be elsewhere, of course."

"Ummm, no - I just finished work for the day and I can catch the train back home a little later. I probably should call home, though. And let them know what I'm up to." David knew he needed to remain flexible if he was to make a good impression, and it would give him a chance to have a look around. From what he had seen so far, the place was lovely and quiet; perfect for getting a lot of study done, and only a fifteen minute bike ride across the back roads to the campus.

"Okay, well let me just slip this pie into the oven and I'll give you the grand tour."

David had a look around the lounge, perusing various photographs while Pam busied herself back in the kitchen.

"I hope you like ginger beer," Pam smiled when she returned to David's side, holding out a tumbler filled with ice and bubbly soda.

"For sure... thanks," David gladly accepted the drink and eagerly sipped it. After the ride out to Pam's house he was parched. Needless to say, the cold soda felt good as it went down.

"This is your family?" David motioned to a tall bookshelf that was filled with books but was also home to several framed photographs.

"Yes, that's my sister and there's Mom and Dad. And this one is of Bruce. He died in an accident two, no three, years ago now."

"I'm sorry," David felt awkward and embarrassed.

"Oh, don't be," Pam smiled, "Of course, forty-two is a little young to be going, but I guess when our time's up, it's up. So how old are you, David?"

"I, ummm, I just turned eighteen a few weeks back."

"Well, I just turned forty-one a few months back."

"Really?" David looked puzzled, "I mean, you don't look that old, I mean, oh geez."

Pam laughed, "You'll keep!" and winked at him, "I'll take that one as a compliment." There was something about Pam Janson that made David feel perfectly at ease. She possessed a certain gentleness that he didn't often come by. He had already figured out that she must have been stunning when she was his age.

David picked up a framed photograph of a pretty, young woman.

"That's Julie; our only child. At the moment she's living it up in Paris with her friends in art school. I'm hoping to visit her next year. Once I've scraped together the money, of course!"

The pair sat and ate pumpkin pie with a fresh salad Pam had prepared from her garden earlier that day. To David, the meal was sensational.

"Leave those dishes," Pam smiled as David cleared the table after dinner. He placed the washing up on the bench beside the sink. "I'll take care of those later. Here, let me show you the room upstairs."

Pam led David back into the living area, to a set of stairs directly to the left of the front entrance. He followed her up into the upstairs hall. The top level seemed somewhat smaller than downstairs. At the top of the stairs, to the left was a large master bedroom, while down the hall to the right was a slightly-smaller second bedroom. In between the two was the bathroom.

"We had the top level added when Julie came along," Pam commented. "I converted the two downstairs bedrooms into a study and guests room. This is my room." Pam strolled into a warmly lit room which had an older style four post bed as well as several wardrobes, drawers and a dressing table. David noticed a beautiful, big row of windows on the southern end were letting ample air into the room, providing a cool respite from the warm summer evening.

Walking down the hallway, David noticed the curtains flapping in the breeze at the far end.

"And this will be your room. If you decide to stay of course." Pam smiled gently.

"Absolutely. I mean, I think you have a lovely home, Mrs, ummm, Pam. And I think this is perfect for going to uni and studying and working." David noticed the second bedroom had a large desk and ample space for his books on an overhead shelf. A tall set of drawers to the left of the door would give him plenty of space for his clothes. The double bed was under a large open window. The edge of the bed was aligned with the doorway, which looked straight back down the hall.

Finally, Pam showed David the upstairs bathroom. "I usually only use the downstairs bathroom if I've been gardening," she commented. "This one is large enough for us to share." Pam was right. A large claw-foot bath stood on the far side of a large rustic-tiled bathroom. A large silver pipe and shower head extended up and over from the edge of the bath.

"I've always loved the open design of this room." Pam smiled. "When you shower, the water goes all over the floor," she chuckled, "but it's well sealed, so you don't need to worry about it."

Back downstairs, David agreed to move in the following weekend.

"I'll look forward to seeing you next week," Pam smiled as she saw the young man out.

"Thanks again for dinner!" David waved back at Pam as he mounted his bike and pedalled back towards town.

The following Friday, David managed to catch a ride with a friend, who was a keen surfer, back up the coast. Fortunately, his friend carried his surfboard in the back of a utility vehicle, which left plenty of room for David's suitcase and his push-bike.

It didn't take long for David to settle in to the routine of attending his university lectures and going to work. It seemed a breeze to juggle his various responsibilities, without the hassle of travelling up and down the coast on the train. Pam cooked dinner each evening and in return, David really only needed to pay his board on time and attend to some yard work.

Pam had a large backyard covered in lush green grass that had not been mowed for a couple of weeks and, unfortunately for David it was a scorching sunny Sunday morning that he attended to the job of cutting the lawn. It wasn't an overly large job, but his white t-shirt grew wet with perspiration as he did the rounds of the yard, returning the overgrown, green lawn to a respectable state. Pam looked out from the laundry window, admiring David's lean form as he pushed the mower back and forth and around the yard. She had to admit, the teenager brought back memories of her late husband when they had first met over twenty years ago; times which she had all but forgotten.

When he finished the lawn, Pam greeted David on the back porch with an icy cold glass of lime soda.

"I thought you could do with a drink." Pam grinned as she handed David the glass.

"Thanks Pam," David replied. "It's so hot out there!" Taking a sip he turned to admire his handiwork from the shade of the porch.

"I put a towel in the downstairs bathroom," Pam glanced back over her shoulder as she stepped back inside. "It will save you traipsing grass clippings all through the house," she added. Just leave your clothes in the downstairs laundry hamper. I need to do a wash this afternoon, so I'll add them in as well."

"Thanks Pam," David smiled. "For everything, I mean. You've really made me feel at home."

"Well it's not like I'm not getting my money's worth," she winked, motioning towards the yard. "I'll fetch us some lunch while you clean yourself up."

David handed his empty glass to Pam and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Undressing, he carefully set his clothes aside, being careful not to put grass everywhere, and then turned on the shower. The cool bathroom air felt wonderful against his naked skin and stepping under the shower was heaven-sent as he washed the dust and dirt from his body. He took his time soaping his body and ensured he cleaned himself thoroughly.

After he showered, David dried off and wrapped his towel around his waist. He checked his hair in the mirror and stepped out.

"I hope you like egg and lettuce sandwiches!" Pam called from the kitchen.

David stopped in the kitchen doorway and looked in, "Absolutely, I'm starving. Can I have one now?" He smiled at Pam earnestly.

"Sure!" Pam looked up from the kitchen bench, where she had just finished preparing the fresh sandwiches. She consciously suppressed a look of elation at seeing her young houseguest standing bare chested in the doorway with just a towel covering his lower body. "Dig in!" she added, holding out the plate. Her eyes covertly drank in every inch of David's torso as he reached out and grasped one of the sandwiches.

"Mmmm, these are good," David nodded and smiled as he devoured a large mouthful.

Pam placed the plate of sandwiches on the kitchen table. David didn't need to be invited; he happily planted himself on a chair in front of them. Pam sat opposite and decided to make the most of her good fortune - after all, it wasn't every day she was able to eat lunch with a gorgeous, half-naked, young boy sitting across from her!

After devouring several sandwiches, David excused himself and went upstairs to dress.

"Oh my," Pam thought to herself as she rinsed the dishes and set them aside for the evening's washing up. "If only that towel hadn't held so tightly," she smiled to herself mischievously. The lovely woman had noticed the small tuft of hair in the centre of David's well-formed chest as well as the neat trail of light brown hair running from his navel back down to the fold in his towel. "What was it like under there?" she mused. "How much pubic hair did he have? And more importantly, what did his member look like? Was it cut, or natural?" Her stomach began to turn over as she realised she was curious to find out more about her gorgeous young housemate. She loved how tall and lean he was; skinny, yet well-toned. She was also hopelessly captivated by his boyish good looks and neatly-cut blonde hair.

That evening Pam looked in on David, who sat in front of his desk with his study lamp beaming over a text book.

"I'm off to bed, Dave," Pam whispered as she poked her head through the doorway.

David looked back over his shoulder and smiled, "Sure, Pam. I'll see you in the morning. I won't be too long here."

"Sleep well," Pam smiled warmly, and walked back to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

The hot summer was certainly persistent, Pam thought as she lay on top of the covers with only a small amount of relief coming from the open window. Pam felt hot and bothered, and she knew that it was in part due to something she hadn't experienced in quite some time. And that, was a fiery libido. Her inner desire was stirring and it was mostly because of David. She was certainly unprepared for having such a reaction to seeing his bare chest. When she was younger, it had always seemed so matter of fact that men might walk around without a shirt. But today had been different. Today, it wasn't a shirtless man she saw, it was a half-naked boy. And it had intrigued her to no end. While they had eaten lunch together she had enjoyed the experience of letting her eyes wander across his sharp shoulder blades, down over his chest and onto his bare nipples.

"If only I could touch one of those nipples..." she thought as the sound of water running through the pipes broke her thoughts. David was taking a shower.

Like a curious, young girl, Pam popped up off her bed and opened her bedroom door to take a peek back down the hall. David's bedside lamp was on in his room, and the bathroom door was closed. From beyond, she could discern the splashing of water.

"I wonder..." she thought, and quickly closed the door again. Dashing across the room, she grabbed a small padded stool and set it down directly under the door handle. Propping herself on the seat, she pressed her eye to the large key-hole and peered through. Pam now had a clear view down the hall to David's room, and a chance, albeit a small one, of seeing more of his charming body.

Pam sat patiently as she listened for the sound of the shower being shut off. She felt a little devious, knowing she was simply waiting for her young houseguest to emerge from the bathroom, hoping with all her heart that he might somehow inadvertently show her something - something more than she had seen, or was meant to see.

Finally, the bathroom door opened and the light that spilled out into the hall disappeared as David turned it off and quietly tip-toed down to his bedroom, mindful that Pam might be sleeping.

In his room, David turned to his mirror and picked up a small, round, black brush. Running it through his hair, he worked and parted his hair to the left until he created a neat style, as he always did, despite his preparing for bed.

Glancing back down the hall at Pam's bedroom door, David realised he had not pleasured himself since he moved in. "It's been ages," he thought. It seemed strange to him, because he usually found space for a little 'quiet time' every few days. As it was, it had been over two weeks since he last ejaculated, and the urge to play with his penis was becoming quite intense. Glancing back down the hall nervously, he reached for the knot that held his towel in place.

Pam's eyes widened and her breath quickened as she peered through her bedroom door keyhole and watched David unreel the white towel from his body. Casting it onto the bed beside him, the teenage boy quite unintentionally allowed his housemate to drink in the sight of his bare backside. The study lamp on his desk fell across his firm bum cheeks, accentuating their curves. The muscles in his back flexed and caught the light as he turned back to the dresser.

Looking down, David felt the familiar sensation of his penis rising to attention. With every beat of his heart, blood gushed into his shaft, and his cock traced an arc straight out and then up in front of him. His glans stopped about two inches from his stomach; his prick throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The blood drained from his face as he realised Pam could quite easily open her door and catch her seemingly innocent, young housemate standing naked in his bedroom with his penis sitting perfectly stiff. That thought only made him harder. As it was, his cock was as erect as it had ever been, and it desperately craved attention.

On the other side of her bedroom door, Pam's heart raced with desire as she spied on David. "Oh my... I barely got to see it flaccid," she thought, "that thing just went straight up!" She had to steady herself as she watched David standing in front of his bed, perfectly naked, his erection completely exposed. "He is absolutely gorgeous," Pam whispered to herself, and as if in response, David glanced back down the hall again, making sure he didn't risk being caught in such a precarious position.

David spied a bottle of aloe lotion Pam's niece had left on the top of the highboy. From experience, he knew aloe was safe for rubbing into his penis. It didn't sting like soap and was the perfect lubricant for pleasuring his pole. Reaching out, he grasped the bottle, gave it a quick shake, and then poured an ample amount of the milky-green lotion into his palm. Rubbing his hands together, he spread the lotion all over his fingers and coated the length of his member. A thrilling sensation aroused his cock as he proceeded to gently, yet firmly, stroke it into submission.

"You naughty boy!" Pam smiled to herself as she watched David pleasuring his pole at the other end of the hall. She figured he was a little shy of six inches, but not much; from her vantage point it was hard to tell. Seeing her young houseguest standing in full view of her bedroom door while he slowly masturbated was simply divine. She only wished she could be closer to the action! She would have loved to be sitting there on the bed beside him; encouraging him to take his time, while at the same time giving her every opportunity to indulge in such a beautiful sight. As it was, she appreciated the risk David was taking by exposing himself with his bedroom door open. After all, at any moment she might open the door to fetch a drink of water or go to the bathroom; in the process catching him quite clearly with his dick in his hand. There was no way she would chance startling him, though. She had a perfect view from where she sat, and enjoyed every moment of seeing David's naked body bathed in his bedroom light while he played with his length.