During my freshman year in college, I lived in a dormitory. Dorm life was not for me. So during the spring semester, I searched for an affordable apartment for next fall. I used all of the usual sources - bulletin boards, classified ads, flyers, friends, rumors, etc. I found a card on a bulletin board that listed what I was looking for - a furnished, one bedroom basement apartment with an outside entrance, private bath, kitchen and even an off-street parking space.
I took the card off the bulletin board, returned to my dorm room, and called the telephone number on the card. A woman answered. I told her my name and asked if their apartment was still available for rent beginning next fall semester. It was. I made an appointment to view the apartment.
It was a nice looking house and it wasn't far from the campus. I went up the walk to the front door and pushed the door bell button. The door was answered by a man in his mid-thirties. "Hello, I'm Rich. I have an appointment to look at your apartment that's for rent."
"Come in. I'm Frank West." I stepped through the door. He turned and called, "Kathy, we have a visitor." Kathy was drying her hands as she entered the room. "This is my wife, Kathy."
"Hello, Mrs. West. I'm Rich."
"Hello. Call me Kathy."
"And call me Frank. We're pretty informal around here."
With introductions out of the way, we went to look at the apartment. It was what I was looking for. Clean, well lighted, and not cramped. I noticed there was also a set of inside stairs. I told Kathy and Frank that I liked the apartment and I asked what the monthly rent was. It was more than I could afford. I told them that. I noticed that both of them had been looking me over closely while we looked at the apartment. I didn't think much about that, because I'd want to look closely at someone whom I would be renting to and who would be living in my home.
Frank said, "Maybe we can work out some sort of arrangement. Kathy and I would like you to rent the apartment." I asked what sort of arrangements he had in mind. Frank said his job kept him pretty busy and he never had enough time to really do all the yard work and other things around the house. It was quickly agreed that I would help with the yard work - mow the lawn, rake leaves, shovel the walks - and do other chores for part of the rent. I gave them the damage deposit and the first and last month's rent to close the deal. I would move in the middle of next August.
Frank asked if I would like something to drink. I accepted and we went outside to the patio. Frank asked if a beer was o.k. I replied that a soft drink would be fine. We sat down and began to chat. I told them a little about myself. We all seemed to quickly get comfortable with each other. Frank was about six feet tall with a slim build, like a runner. Kathy was in her early thirties. She was about five foot two or three. I'm also about six feet tall. I work out a bit with weights. I turned nineteen the previous January. I thanked them for their hospitality and I told them that I was looking forward to returning to school now that I had rented their apartment.
The summer break flew by. I had a good job, but I was eager to move into my apartment and get back to the books. The day I moved in, Frank and Kathy were washing windows. I told them I would help them as soon as I got my car unloaded. I carried the boxes of my stuff downstairs. I could unpack later.
When I went back outside, Kathy was up on a ladder washing the top of a picture window. She was wearing cutoff jeans and a t-shirt. As she reached up to wash the glass, her t-shirt was stretched tight by what appeared to be a nicely developed chest. "Here, let me do that. I've got a longer reach." Kathy said thanks and came down the ladder. She asked for a towel and wiped her neck and face. Frank came over and massaged her shoulders. "You're all sweaty."
"Yeah, it's pretty hot up there when you are standing under the eaves. A shower will feel good tonight."
It took the rest of the afternoon to finish washing the windows. As Frank and I were putting the ladder, hoses, and other tools away, Kathy asked if I would like to have dinner with them. They were going have a salad and sandwiches. I quickly accepted since I still had to unpack my stuff and I didn't want to go out to eat. We ate dinner and made small talk. I excused myself and went downstairs and started unpacking. While I was putting things away, I heard the shower upstairs turn on. Later, I realized I had heard the shower just once. They must have showered together.
As classes started, I quickly settled into a routine of school, a part time job for cash, and working around Frank and Kathy's home to pay part of my rent. They had a routine too. Other than the weekday job routine, Frank played golf every Saturday. He left early and was gone most of the day. Kathy worked out of the home. Like many people in a college town, she did custom word processing work and other computer based work for both students and professors. She also had a group of friends who came over regularly to play bridge.
One Saturday, I got up early to rake leaves in their yard. Frank was leaving for his early tee time. I was able to get the leaves raked and bagged by mid-morning. I had worked up a good sweat and I was dusty from handling the leaves so I hit the shower. After I showered, I wrapped a towel around my waist and started to shave. I heard Kathy call, "Rich, are you there?" Before I could answer, she stepped into my bathroom. She was wearing a house coat and she was bare foot. She silently watched me finish shaving. As I washed the remaining lather off my face, she stepped close behind me. She kissed me on the shoulder and put her arms around my waist. I didn't know what to do. I surely didn't want Frank to accuse me of messing around with Kathy.
Kathy ran one hand up to my chest. With her other hand she opened her house coat and shrugged it off her shoulders. Now I really didn't know what to do. She put her arms back around me and pressed herself against me. I could feel her breasts flatten against my back. She slid her hand down and unfastened my towel. It dropped to the floor. She slid her hand down so her finger tips were touching my pubic hair.
"You've got a nice cock. I'll bet you can't keep the girls out of your pants." I was so surprised that I blurted that I had never gone all the way with a woman. She slipped her hand under my cock and held in in the palm of her hand. "Nice." When soft, my cock is four or five inches long. When hard, it is seven, maybe eight inches long. Kathy dropped my cock and stepped up beside me so I could see her in the mirror. The stretched t-shirt had been coorect. Her breasts were full and heavy. Her triangle of pubic hair was dark, thick and curly. She turned to me and kissed me on the chest. She took my hand and led me into my bedroom.
She sat on the bed, looked up at me and said, "You're kidding! You've never had sex with a woman?" I replied that was true. She said, "Kneel down in front of me. I'll show you what pleasures a woman." I knelt down. Kathy moved herself around and spread her legs so I was kneeling between her knees.
"I'm going to teach you to eat pussy." With that she started to run a finger up and down through her pubic hair. She spread her pussy lips as she continued to stroke herself. She told me to place a couple of fingers on her pussy and to follow her lead. I followed her finger tips up to her clit. She jumped like she had received a slight shock when she touched her clit. I said, "Let me do that." She moved her hand and leaned back on her elbows. I traced up and down her slit with my fingers. I found her clit and ran my thumb around it. Kathy put her hand on mine as we played with her clit. "I'm getting so wet." I scooted closer to the bed, so my face was closer to her pussy. I surprised both of us when I put my face over her pussy and licked her clit. I continued to lick and kiss her pussy lips and suck and tickle her clit. Kathy guided my head with her hands and told me what she liked and where her "hot buttons" were.
I got up on my knees and buried my face in her pussy. Kathy's pussy tasted and smelled good - like strawberries. I liked giving her long licks from bottom to top and ending with a swirl around her clit, followed by sucking it between my lips. I reached down and felt my cock. I had a terrific hard-on. I slowly jacked my cock as I continued to lick and kiss her pussy. Kathy told me to slip a couple of fingers into her pussy. Shortly after I did that, she started to jerk and heave her hips. I knew that whatever I did, I did not want to stop what I was doing. I kept the two fingers in her pussy and I was able to lightly rub her clit with my thumb.
