My New Lodger

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy and would love to hear your thoughts. Mica xx Yorkshire, England.

I had contacted the university and said that I had a room available that I would be willing to let to a university student during term time.

They had responded with a form to fill in, and the form had many questions on what I would or would not find acceptable. I replied that I don't care where someone comes from, but I require a basic understanding of English. I will not allow smoking or vaping. I buy the food and it will not be halal as I find that an unacceptable way to treat an animal. I will buy and offer my guests pork products such as bacon, sausages etc. If someone is vegan, as opposed to vegetarian, then that is their choice, but I will make no special provision for it. I will accept any gender or ethnicity, but that my belief is that there are only two genders and that they cannot be changed. If someone is gay, then that is fine, that is their choice.

I didn't hear anything for a while, I guessed my straightforward approach didn't meet with their liberal leftist ideals. Then I received a phone call, could they come and look at the house and proposed accommodation? I said yes and then agreed a time.

The door bell rang.

"Hello, we are from the university." It was two people, a male and female, both wearing those multi coloured pins that they seem to favour. I expected it to be a short visit.

"Come in. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"You know what," the girl said, "I would, I would love a cup of tea."

"Me too" the lad added.

"Come on through. My kitchen is sort of my day room. There is a table with chairs and a small sofa, it is basically the back half of the house, so I sort of tend to live in here during the day."

I filled up and put the kettle on.

"Yorkshire is what I have and cows milk. Is that okay?"

They both nodded. Good start, I couldn't be doing with any of that oat nonsense, milk comes from cows. The end. I made three cups of tea and we sat at the table and talked.

"I was surprised when you called me," I said, "I suspected my requirements wouldn't fit."

"Oh no, gosh, no," the girl said. "No, we look for obvious signs of homophobia, or ethnic or gender bias, we didn't see that. It does take a while. We do basic background checks also before we make contact."

"Good job too. This is my home and I am opening it up. It matters to me that I will be able to basically get on with whoever comes to live with me, so, yes I love a bacon sandwich, it would be awful for someone to live with me that finds that offensive."

"Quite understand that. You will be happy to provide meals or will you expect them to eat out?"

"I am here every day. I eat breakfast lunch and tea. It is sensible for me to prepare for two as easily as just one, so if they are happy to eat what I eat, then, yes. I am also happy for them to prepare their own foods in here. I am not happy for them to prepare food in their room. Snacks, like crisps, are fine, but no microwaving. If they get a takeaway, that is fine, but they eat it in here, not in their room."

"Okay that seems reasonable, and that will all be included in the rent?"

"Yes. The rent will include what food of mine they want. I will not make any adjustments for if they don't want my food."

"All right. Well, may we look first at the room?"

"Yes of course, follow me."

I lead them out of the day room and upstairs.

"This is the room. I have two others that I may also offer the university for next year, but I want to just do the one room to start, to make sure there are no issues."

I opened the door. It was a reasonable sized double. A bed, a chest of drawers and a chair by a small desk. There was a reading lamp on the desk, and another on each of the bedside units.

"The bathroom is directly opposite, I have my own ensuite, so this bathroom is theirs to use. Obviously, I expect hygiene standards to be met. There is a toilet brush provided. The shower is over the bath, the door has a lock."

They had a good look around the room, checked that the windows opened and that the door shut correctly, then they wandered around the bathroom, it is not that big, so the two of them pretty much got in each other's way.

We went back downstairs and they said that the only thing I needed to do was get a fire extinguished in the hall, and another upstairs. They asked if there was a sitting room that the lodger could use, and I said, yes there is a lounge and a dining room at the front of the house, and that they could use them whenever they wanted. I said that I had wifi and they would be given the password, all that I required was that they did not access illegal content.

They produced some forms, and subject to the fire extinguishers, I was good to go. My student would arrive first week in September. I would receive their details towards the middle of August. I would be paid each term in advance. Students were expected to go home between terms, but they could stay if I agreed and subject to separate arrangements out with the college.

Time moved on to August. I managed to find a few spare sets of bedding and towels in the summer sales, and then the letter arrived. My lodger was to be John, aged eighteen and from a place called Hornsea on the east coast. Oh, the North sea was such a cold sea, not a welcoming coast at all in my opinion, but then I guess you got used to what you grew up in. I was a West Yorkshire lass and could make Yorkshire Puddings without even thinking, they just happened.

John arrived with his mum and dad, and I welcomed them and showed them around. Whilst dad and John ferried John's stuff up to his new home for the next three months, his mum, Mary, and I sat in the day room drinking tea.

"Thank you," she said, "his room is lovely, and I love the idea of this day room, I wish we had one, but our house is newer and so much smaller."

"I think this used to be two rooms, but someone who had it before made one big room across the back, it is one of the things that attracted me to it, plus, we are not on a main road, so the traffic noise is low. Luckily, even though we are not far from the airport, we are not in a flight path, so we rarely hear the airplanes."

"You have a lovely house, John should feel very comfortable here."

"Well I hope so. John will be my first guest, I have never hosted before, so it will be a bit of a learning curve for me."

"Well Mica we honestly have no worries and are sure that he will be looked after properly. It is always difficult when your first born leaves the nest."

"Indeed Mary, let's hope he settles in."

Eventually they left and John fussed around in his room, and I just left him to it. He knew where the loo and stuff were, he knew where the day room was, this was his home now, he didn't need me fussing over him like a broody mother hen.

He tapped on the day room door, "is it okay if I get a drink?" he asked.

"John, you live here. This is your home, the only door you ever need to knock on is my bedroom door," oops that came out wrong. "If you want a drink, just come in and get one, if you just want to sit in here with your laptop, then do. Now then, lamb chops and mash for tea, okay?"

"Oh thank you Mrs..."

I stopped him. "None of that, you call me Mica, that is my given name and I am hoping we become friends, so Mica is what I want to hear, nothing formal, formal is for official documents."

"Sorry Mica, yes, that sound so good, I love lamb."

He sat at the table and drank a glass of water, I carried on sitting on the sofa looking through my dressage magazine. I don't know why I carried on with it, I had long since given up my horses, but I still kept in touch with the old scene. It was interesting to see who was judging these days, and who was still riding. Quite a few had changed their horses, but that was to be expected I guessed.

"Do you still do dressage Mica?" John asked, "mum used to do it, but I think she get fed up of having to go the stables twice a day no matter the weather."

"NoI don't, I gave it up a few years ago, pretty much for the same reasons, the pleasure of riding was outweighed with the chores."

"Cool, it is nice to know that you have something in common with my mum, reassuring I guess."

Well, that was nice I guessed. After tea he went up to shower and sit in his room and do some reading. He had to go for an induction day tomorrow, he was going by bus, and the bus people would be at college to help him get a bus pass, but first he had to get himself there.

I went upstairs, his room door was open. "John," I said walking in, "I have to go into town tomorrow, why don't I drop you off?"

Then I looked, he was nude. Oh my.

"God John, I am sorry."

"What? Oh I should be sorry, I forgot. I don't usually wear clothes in my room, I felt so comfortable I kind of forgot I am not at home."

"You are at home John, you do as you wish." Oh I shouldn't be embarrassed for him. "So, a lift to Uni tomorrow?"

"Yes please Mica."

I turned and backed out of the room. At least his dick wasn't hard, just nestled in his lap. I think I got away without staring at it. Probably not though.

I went back downstairs and checked the doors and windows were all locked, made sure everything was turned off and decided I would have a shower and an early night. As I walked past John's room, I couldn't help but look in. Things weren't as flaccid as early, of my goodness.

In my bedroom I took my blouse off and then my bra, undid and lowered and stepped out of my skirt and then my panties. Panties went into the laundry, they felt a little damp, oh? I walked into the ensuite and turned my shower on. I gave it a moment to stabilise and then stepped in. Shower cap today, I didn't plan to wash my hair. I rubbed shower gel all over and then took the shower headset of the hook and rinsed.

The shower spray caught my clitoris and I could help but gasp, oh my that tickled in a very pleasing way.

"Are you alright?" John called.

"Yes John, just the shower went cold for a minute." Crumbs, that must have been a loud gasp for him to hear it all the way in his bedroom. Determined to not gasp again, I repeated the spray on my clit, oh goodness, I managed not to gasp, but that definitely gave me a moment. I shall do this again when I am alone in the house I decided.

I turned the shower off an stood on my bath mat drying myself. Crikey, that was an experience. Dry, I placed my towel and walked into my bedroom and pulled back the quilt. It was only when I got into bed that I realised my door was open, John must have opened it when he came to see if I was alright.

At some point in the night I heard John urinating in the bathroom loo, and then the flush. I was half awake and could see him stood in my doorway. He slept nude too by the looks. I turned over and went back to sleep. In the morning I got up and went to the loo, had a wash and then wandered back into my room. I was bending forward, my back to the door, putting my clean knickers on before I remembered my door was open. I turned and took a few paces and pushed my door to.

Bra and blouse as yesterday and my skirt, I brushed my hair and fixed it into my preferred pony tail, opened up, called "morning" as I walked by John's door and went down stairs. I opened the day room door out to the garden to let some fresh air in, popped some bread in the toaster, got the butter out of the fridge and filled the kettle. I sat on my sofa as I waited for things to happen.

"Morning Mica," John said as he ambled into the room, dressed in shorts and a polo, hair unkempt and generally looking like everyone's image of a teenager.

"Good morning John, did you sleep okay?"

"Oh gosh yes, thanks, wonderfully."

I noticed that he had sat directly in front of me on one of the kitchen chairs, and unless I was very much mistaken, his focus appeared to be up my skirt. I smiled inwardly, 'he wouldn't have a clue what to do' I mused, brought back to reality by the click of the kettle.

"Tea or coffee?" I asked, "and there is toast, do you want anything with it?"

"Could I have some beans? Oh, and coffee please."

"Of course."

I left to the toast to cool before buttering, got a tin of beans from the cupboard, pulled the ring pull and poured them into a Pyrex jug and put a saucer over the top to protect the microwave from exploding beans. Three minutes, go. A spoonful of coffee granules in each mug, just off the boil water on top.

"Milk?"

"Yes please Mica, no sugar though."

I fetched the milk from the fridge and topped up the coffees. I put one on the table by him and another on the table by the sofa where I was sitting. Back to butter the now cooled toast. I put two pieces on a small plate for me, and two on a larger plate for John.

'PING'

The microwave finished, I used a tea towel to hold the handle of the jug and removed it from the microwave, put the saucer in the sink and then poured the beans over his toast, put it on the table and got him a knife and fork from the drawer.

I picked up my toast and sat back on the sofa, my ankles more together and my knees more part this time, sat back and enjoyed my toast. John soon finished his beans on toast and slurped his coffee.

After I had dropped him at Uni, I went into the town centre, parked in the multi and went off to wander the arcade and do some shopping. I wanted some fish from the fishmonger, I thought I would do a fish pie for tomorrows tea, I had a stew to assemble when I got back.

John walked through the front door just before five.

"Oh, you found us alright then? How was induction?"

"It was fine. I have had my pass done which I need to wear whenever I am on campus. The bus people, actually it is the local council hear, sorted my bus pass, another photo ID, and they told me which bus to catch to get here, well, the end of the road, and where I could pick it up to come back, and where it would drop me off in the mornings. I can use the pass on any of their busses whilst I am a student, not just to go to Uni. As soon as term ends in June, the bus pass will expire, and when I come back next year, it'll be a whole new pass."

"Sounds good. Have you got a raincoat with a hood, it rains a lot here."

"Yes, all sorted on that front."

"Right, go and get yourself sorted, tea will be in thirty minutes, I have just got to add the dumplings."

After dinner I sat on the sofa in the day room and John sat opposite, his laptop on his lap, his attention wavering from my legs to his laptop. I was amused, but really, he ought to be focussing on more than my legs. That evening he again went up early and again I went around down stairs and locked up before retiring. His room door was open again and I managed to walk past without looking. Much.

In my room I stripped, again my knickers went in the wash, bra okay for another day, blouse, and skirt both for the wash. I went into my ensuite and washed, I didn't shower today, I would perhaps do that tomorrow. I used the loo, flushed, did my teeth and went to bed.

I awoke at some point in the night, perhaps John had been to the loo and flushed and it had disturbed me, I didn't know, he was stood in my door way again; again he was naked. He was partially side ways on and his dick was certainly at attention. I decided to tease him. I rolled over, leaving the quilt behind. I was naked on my bed, with a young man watching. I stretched my arms up above my head, tightening my boobs on my chest. I made the sort of noise people do when they are sleeping, and then rolled over again, presenting him wish my naked bottom.

I awoke as the birds were singing. Into my ensuite and used the loo, washed and did my teeth. Back in my room I selected a day dress to wear to day, it was a bit shorter on my leg than the skirt. Rather naughtily I did not wear knickers, nor bra. I wasn't planning on going out, so no fear of a mishap whilst away from the house. I boiled the kettle and put bread in the toaster, and sat on the sofa waiting for John to come down.

Breakfast was fried eggs on toast and tea, and then he went up to get ready for college and then the house was empty again. What was up with me? Why was I baring myself to a young student? What had come over me? This behaviour was not really apt for a lady in my position. I wanted a student, not a stud, even though, as I realised, stud was the first four letters of student. I also hadn't been laid in far too long.

I prepared the fish whilst the potatoes were boiling and then made the fish pie, poured parsley sauce over the fish, spread mashed potato over the top then egg washed and it was ready. I would put it in at about four, it would be cooked and ready for when he came home. Whilst the house was empty, I went up and had a nosey in his room. He had pulled the quilt over his bed, but my experienced eyes could see the signs. He obviously pleasured himself, was it before he saw me naked or after? I had expected him to do this, in my experience virtually all men did, just the younger ones did it more frequently. Was it me he imagined, or perhaps his mum? I might see if I can get some answers from him about his mum.

After dinner we sat and talked for a while.

"Are you especially close to your mum?" I asked him. He looked at oddly.

"Er, no, why do you ask?"

"Oh, I was just wondering really."

"Well, obviously I love my mum."

"Yes, I just wondered if you were a platonic family, or if you did cuddles, and stuff."

"Oh, not cuddles. I am sure you have a reason for asking."

"I have just noticed you at my bedroom door in the night, and I wondered if you were missing your mum."

"Oh." He looked at me, almost uncomfortably, I couldn't tell if it was embarrassment. "So when you asked about 'stuff' it was more than that wasn't it?"

"Yes, I guess it was."

"Well no. I have never even seen my mum in underwear never mind anything more."

"Would you have liked to? Only you seem happy to see me in various states of undress."

"Well, yes. I would, but it is never going to happen."

"So, why me?"

"Is this going to get me sent home if I answer?"

"Heavens no."

"I am here to go to Uni, to learn. But there is more to it than that, I have never seen a woman naked, not in the flesh."

"You've not had a girlfriend?"

"Well, no, not really, Dad was always making me study, 'plenty of time for girls later' he would say."

'Oh.' I thought. 'Oh dear.'

"So, no girlfriend, not seen a woman naked, I obviously know the ins and outs of sex, but I have zero clue on relationships, and even when I get into one, I will be an awkward fumbling boy who will embarrass myself."

"Don't worry about it, seriously, it'll all work out fine, humans have been bonking for thousands of years, it has a habit of working out. Everyone has a first time."

"I look at you and I try to imagine, you know," he paused and then said, "I am sorry."

"You have no need to be sorry. Come with me." I got up and headed up to my room. I think my subconscious had engineered this.

I pulled my sundress off and laid it over my chair.

"Yes, I wore no underwear all day, but you couldn't tell, you don't know the signs. Now, get your clothes off," I said to him as I pulled the quilt back to the foot of the bed. He was just pulling the last of his clothes off and then he too was naked.

"Come and lay next to me," I said as I lay on the bed.

"You are here for learning, and so learning is what we shall do. Human biology 101 this is not. This is 'What makes a woman tick in bed,' okay?"

"Er yes."

"The first thing you need to learn is that most women do not like the hard swear words, like cunt, fuck, okay?"

He nodded.

"The next thing is you don't just get hard and shove it inside a woman and expect her to enjoy it, in fact, if you did that, then you may never see that woman or girl naked again. You have to arouse her, and to do that you need to understand and know what bits are where."