My name is Jack, and everything in this story is true, but the names have been changed to protect us all.
I suppose everyone has had both good and bad experiences with landlords. Some seem very nice and reasonable when they show you the place, but can be totally uncooperative once you have put down a deposit and moved in. I did have one memorable experience where the landlords were cooperative, and then some.
After working for several years after college, I had applied at the last minute and been accepted late to graduate school at a prestigious Southern private university, and after a three day drive I arrived in town about 6 days before classes were to begin. I had absolutely no knowledge of the neighborhoods at all, and no leads on a place to stay. The graduate admissions guy said apartments were so hard to find that I might end up in a dorm for one semester until I worked my way onto the waiting lists. I had no desire to be the only 29 year old living in a dorm.
It was already four in the afternoon when I located the university building where I would have my humble TA's office, and started a circle search on foot, looking for what options I had. About six blocks from the edge of campus, I came upon a well kept, perfectly restored three story Victorian style house. There was a sign in a third floor window advertising "furnished apartment for rent". I rang the doorbell, and was greeted by a professorial looking man wearing wire rim glasses about 40 years old, who introduced himself as Andy. He explained that he was an office manager for a brokerage firm downtown, and he just got home after the market closed for the day. He said my timing was good, as he just put the sign in the window this morning, and I was the first to inquire. He showed me the apartment, which had been made up with a second floor kitchen and bath and the third floor attic that had been insulated and finished inside as a living room and bedroom. After he made a quick call to the registrar to confirm my status as a grad student, we soon struck a deal and he even helped my carry my stuff up from my truck.
He also invited me for supper when his wife got home from her teaching job at the state University campus about 40 miles away. I began unpacking and then took a shower.
His wife, Nell, turned out be a petite redhead about 5' 2" tall, with flashing green eyes and a stunning figure, and she was easily ten years younger than Andy. She greeted me at the back stairs to the shared porch and invited me into the living room where Andy was adjusting a major league stereo system. The smell of something Italian was wafting in from the kitchen, and Nell handed me a glass of red wine and we all sat down on the couch. We swapped a few stories and traded background information about where we grew up, and they gave me some tips on the neighborhood: the best dry cleaners, grocery store, farmer's market, a bagel shop, and a few restaurants. Nell walked to the kitchen and a few minutes later announced that we should come to the table for dinner, which was excellent.
We polished off the wine soon after the spaghetti, and they invited me up to an upstairs area on top of the kitchen roof. We ascended a narrow stairway, and emerged in an enclosed "roof garden" like you might find on a roof in Manhattan. There was a five foot wall all around the edge of the area, and trees and tall ornamental plants in containers were scattered all around the roof. There was also what looked like a greenhouse and another small out building adjacent to it. In front of the green house was a setting of lounge chairs and a small table. Andy had carried up another bottle of wine and some glasses, and he poured each of us a generous glass of wine. Nell was carrying a cigar box, which she sat down on the table while she sipped her wine. I commented on how nice the little private garden area was, and she smiled and said it was the best feature of their house. She said they often spent their evenings here, and that is was cool and well ventilated and screened from view of all the neighbors. She then opened up the cigar box and began rolling a joint from what looked and smelled like some very powerful stuff. Andy looked at me expectantly and I smiled, remarking that I could see some real advantages to their roof garden.
Nell lit the joint, took a deep hit, and passed it me. I did a modest hit and passed it to Andy. I could feel the effect almost immediately, and began to feel a very pleasant buzz, along with a feeling of warmth and flushness all over my skin. The wine began to taste even better, and the sight of Nell smoking the joint had become an erotic picture for me. When she passed it back to me I imagined that there was a spark of electricity when our hands touched. I focused more on Nell and watched with rapt attention as she removed her light jacket, revealing a bare midriff and knit top that highlighted her breasts beautifully. She leaned back in her chair and her arms behind her head, further emphasizing her breasts, and I could imagine seeing the nipples through the knit pattern of her top. I glanced sheepishly at Andy, realizing that he had caught me staring at his wife, but he had a strange, far away look in his eyes and did not seem to be looking directly at me. I saw his eyes dart to his wife's chest, and then over to me. But he did not look at my eyes, but instead seemed to be looking down at my crotch! I told myself I must be imagining this, or maybe he was just a little cross-eyed. Nell stood up and brought the joint over to me, stretching like a cat as she did so. If Andy was looking at my crotch now, he was definitely seeing some activity, as I felt myself strain against the front of my jeans. I cut my eyes over at Andy, and he clearly was looking at my crotch, with that strange look on his face that I could only describe as weird: he looked kind of flushed and was breathing a little fast, and he seemed almost more stoned than the few tokes he had taken would account for.
Nell announced that it was getting cool up here, and I was instantly afraid that she would put her jacket back on. Andy spoke up and suggested that we get in the hot tub. I said I didn't see one, and he walked over to what I thought was the greenhouse and opened the doors to reveal a large fiberglass tub about 8 feet in diameter, already bubbling and steaming slightly.
"Wow", I exclaimed, "it's really hidden in there!"
