After my second wife passed, I was weary of working. At 63, I was tired of my big yard to mow and my garden and living out in the country where I couldn't just walk around the corner to get a bite to eat. I also knew I needed to be around people and socialize and stay active, but I had no interest in one of those "old folk" developments.
Instead, I bought a good-sized house in a small college town. The house had three small apartments on the second floor with a separate entrance. Downstairs, my living quarters was plenty for me, a good sized master bedroom with an ensuite bathroom, a nice sized guest bedroom, an eat in kitchen, comfortable living room and a second bathroom. I had space in the yard to have a few raised bed garden areas. Gardening is important to me. Plus a great porch to sit and watch the students walk by.
I know that the best way to rent rooms these days is to post on some apartment finder app, but I decided to go old school and put up a flyer in the student union with rip off tabs at the bottom, with my phone number number. At least I suggested texting, rather than calling.
By the time I got back to my house; after posting my flyer, I had my 3 rooms rented and I celebrated by getting naked, putting a big butt plug in my ass and pulling up some bbw and ssbbw (fat girls, if you don't know) porn.
I'll pause to describe myself. As I said, I'm 63, 6'4", 230 pounds, mostly bald and bearded. I have lots of fetishes and kinks which will become apparent as the story unfolds. I am very modestly endowed, about 5 inches but I am still a big cummer. Only recently, as I have lost a good amount of weight, I have been able to get off of my blood pressure medication, which had caused erectile dysfunction for the past 10 years. I was taking some advantage of my renewed ability to get hard, by masturbating at least daily.
Now, back to my story.
Just as I was really enjoying my stroke session, my phone rang. No text, but an actual call. I could barely hear the soft, young-sounding feminine voice on the other end. I asked her to speak up a bit.
"Oh, sorry. My name is Judy; I saw your ad in the student union. Do you still have a room for rent?"
When I told her they were all gone, she seemed inordinately upset. She even started crying.
To this day, I don't really know why, but I felt so bad for the girl, I told her to come over and maybe I could help her figure something out. At least that stopped her from crying. I gave her my address and then started wondering what in the world I could do to help her. Maybe, a neighbor had a room, but I wasn't sure.
I quickly closed my laptop and threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt. I was still horny, so I kept the butt plug in, it was always exciting to be naughty when no one could tell I was being naughty.
I barely heard the knock on my door, even though I was waiting for it. Judy barely made eye contact as I invited her in and got her seated in an easy chair, which thankfully was wide and sturdy.
Judy was a big young woman. She wasn't tall, probably about 5'3" but I guessed she topped the scales at 230 pounds. She wore a shapeless dress like a tent, but you could still tell she had big breasts, certainly a big belly with a roll or two of fat, thick thighs and a wide ass. Her face was pudgy, but cute and when she made eye contact, her eyes were a beautiful blue. She didn't wear makeup, her hair was rather plain, but she had gorgeous, full lips, the kind guys dream about having wrapped around their cock.
We sat and talked about why she so desperately needed a room. Still talking very softly and looking at the floor, she explained how she had taken a couple of years off after high school so she could save up for college. Her parents had no money to help her out and she didn't want to get in student loan debt. I stopped her right there and made her look at me.
Speaking from my heart and looking into those beautiful eyes I said, "Judy, I am proud of you. You are smarter than most folks your age. Stay out of debt and you will go far."
Demurely, and looking down again, she almost whispered, "Thank you! But I'm not sure if I'll even be able to go to school. I just can't afford a fancy apartment and with a body like mine, I sure can't make money as a stripper."
I laughed and commented that there are guys who would certainly pay to see her strip, however, I did not recommend that kind of employment. I liked this girl. In spite of her extreme shyness, she had spunk.
Without even thinking, I said:
"Listen, this might not work at all, but I do have a spare room. The thing is, it's down here in my living space. There's a separate bathroom, but you'd have to share my kitchen and living room."
Judy got a huge smile on her face, "deal! I'll take it."
I urged her to hang on a second and at least look at the room. I got up and took her to the room. She only peaked in, "It's great".
I showed her the bathroom, and she again, "It's great. I'll take it."
Feeling a bit mischievous, I responded, "Hold on now, you don't even know how much I'm asking. I might want you to strip for me."
The look on her face was priceless. It was a look of shock, mixed with a glimmer of excitement and a tiny bit of fear.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Honestly, I don't even know what to ask for my spare room. I mean you'd have to share space with me, and that's no picnic. I fart (she laughed), and I'm grouchy in the morning. (she laughed again). How about this, you help me keep the place a little bit clean and let's say, $50 a month for rent."
She beamed that brilliant smile and threw her arms around me in a big hug, squeezing her large, clearly now, braless, breasts into my belly. Quickly, she backed off and her face blushed with embarrassment. She apologized.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to invade your space. I'm just so happy. I couldn't help myself."
I assured her that she could hug me any time she wanted. Although, I don't think she knew it, my half hard cock agreed. Being this close I could smell her aroma, a musky mix of body odor, piss and a hot, young pussy. I had to turn away, so she didn't see my little 5 incher, beginning to rise to full mast.
By that evening, I had a 20-year-old, female roommate. It was a little awkward at first. Certainly, I couldn't watch porn in the living room anymore and I couldn't walk out to the kitchen naked in the morning to get my coffee. But we pretty quickly got comfortable with one another.
I considered a couple of changes to my decor. I had prints by Peter Paul Rubens in my living room. If you don't know, his paintings are of full figured, plump, very naked women. I actually prefer my women a good bit fatter, but I love his work, and it is classic art.
