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Rooms To Let
by Levi Charon (xebpy@mail.com)
***
A retired professor rents rooms in his home to college
students. When he is injured, his tenants minister to
his needs. All his needs. (FFM, reluc, oral, rom)
***
"Mr. Henderson?"
"Yes, what can I do for you?"
"My name's Melissa Martinez. A lady at the registrar's
office at the college, Mrs. Riley, gave me your name and
address. She said you might have rooms to rent to
college students."
"Annie Riley, yes. Come in."
I led the young lady into my den where I was working on
a manuscript. "I just made a pot of tea. Would you care
for a cup?"
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Henderson."
Her strong accent suggested she was from a Spanish-
speaking family. "Tenga un asiento, Sra. Martínez. Voy a
estar a derecho."
She looked a little surprised. Gracias, Sr. Henderson."
Since my wife died several years earlier and my sons
were now grown and had children of their own, some of
whom had made me a grandfather, I rented spare rooms in
my home to students, but not just any students. The
first year I did it I learned some hard lessons. Now I
limited it to two students and made sure they understood
exactly what I expected of them. I wasn't particular
whether they were women or men as long as they stuck to
the rules.
As I entered the den with the tray, the young lady was
looking over the books on the wall shelves. "Here we
are. I Hope you like Earl Grey."
"I love it. Thank you. What a wonderful book
collection."
"Thanks. I used to teach English Literature at the
college. Now I write."
"Really? That's going to be my major."
"Well, I hope you're planning to teach because that's
about all your degree will be good for"
"Yep, that's my plan."
"OK, Melissa: May I call you Melissa? Let's talk about
this room you want to rent. First of all, the only
person who knows that I do this is Annie and she never
refers anyone to me unless she thinks they're a good
prospect. I've already rented one of the rooms to a
young lady from Viet Nam. I should tell you up front
that I have some pretty stringent house rules that I
insist on and I don't tolerate infractions. My intention
is that whoever rents the room feels safe, comfortable
and at home. If that sense is disturbed in any way, the
disturber gets to look for a room somewhere else. Sorry
if I sound harsh but I've learned that it's best to be
up front."
"No, Mr. Henderson, it doesn't sound too harsh at all.
In fact, that's exactly what I want. I'm not in school
to party."
"That's good to hear. Can you tell me a little bit about
yourself, Melissa?"
Melissa looked uncomfortable and a little embarrassed.
"Well, um, I'm twenty-six years old, kind of a late
starter. I dropped out of high school in the tenth
grade. I'll be strait with you, Mr. Henderson, because I
don't want you to run into any surprises. Annie said
that if I lied to you in any way, there was no chance
I'd get a room, so here's the truth. I was in trouble
with the law for several years; you know, drugs, booze,
whatever. A couple of years ago I almost died of an OD
and it finally soaked into my head that if I expected my
life to count for anything, I needed to change
directions and fast. I completed my GED last year and
got accepted here for the fall term. That's it in a
nutshell. I guess I'll understand if I'm too much of a
risk for you."
"Melissa, the person who is too much of a risk is the
person who doesn't tell me the truth. I already knew
about your police record because Annie called and told
me about you. Annie is very good at reading people and
she thought I should give you serious consideration. If
you hadn't been strait with me, I'd be showing you the
door. Let's go look at the room." I thought I heard a
little sigh of relief.
We walked to the opposite wing of the house. There were
three bedrooms and a large bath connecting two of them,
the two I rented. They were furnished with a double bed,
a loveseat and a comfortable chair, a large bureau and
dresser, a nice desk with an office chair and a floor to
ceiling bookcase. Both had walk-in closets. The bath had
a shower and a separate spa as well as a two-place
vanity. The third bedroom across the hall was set up as
an exercise room with a treadmill, an elliptical runner
and a weight machine.
"Mr. Henderson, this is beautiful. I'm beginning to
wonder if I can afford it."
"Let's talk about other things before we discuss price.
I live on the other side of the house and I don't keep
track of the renter's comings and goings. There's no
curfew but I expect renters to be considerate of
everyone else's peace and quiet. Because of the
relatively intimate nature of the arrangements, I don't
allow overnight guests without my consent. If you're
having romantic relations with anyone, I would prefer it
be at their residence and not ours. Any questions so
far?"
"No, none at all."
"Renters have full access to any part of the house
except my bedroom and my den. There are two
refrigerators in the kitchen, one is mine and the other
one is shared by the renters. The cooktop is magnetic
induction so I usually have to show people how to use
it. There's a laundry room through the kitchen. I don't
provide maid service. We're all equally responsible for
household chores. Of course I take care of any
maintenance issues. I expect renters to keep their rooms
reasonably clean. I don't do surprise inspections but if
I get any indication that the room is going downhill,
I'll give one warning and then it's out the door. If
there's a mess, I expect it to be cleaned up
immediately, not the next day. Oh, do you have a cell
phone?"
"Yes."
"Good. So you wouldn't need to have phone service
installed. There's an internet outlet near the desk or
you can use the wireless access. So, what do you think,
Melissa?"
"I love it Mr. Henderson, but like I said, I'm wondering
if I can afford it."
"Would you agree to all the rules if I were to rent it
to you?"
"Of course. I couldn't ask for anything more fair."
"How much did you budget for room rental?"
"Well, I was hoping I could find something for under
four hundred."
"You can have it for three hundred with the
understanding that you're out immediately if we have any
irreconcilable differences. I would expect you to sign a
lease agreement to that effect."
"Wow! That's great, Mr. Henderson. Show me the dotted
line! When can I move in?"
"Whenever you want. Come on, let's get you a key and
sign the lease."
***
Melissa moved in the same evening. It didn't take long
since all her worldly possessions fit into the trunk of
her car. I helped carry her belongings to her room and
then knocked on the door of the other renter.
"Xin chào, Huế. Đây là Melissa, hàng xóm
mới của bạn. Melissa, this is Hue
Trang. I'm going to send out for pizza for dinner so you
two get acquainted and I'll call you when it gets here."
Hue laughed as Melissa stared at me with her mouth open.
"How many languages do you speak?"
"Several. Seems I was blessed with a natural facility
with languages. The reason I demonstrate them to new
renters is to avoid any embarrassment that might crop up
when they converse in languages other than English. If
they don't want me to understand what they are saying,
they shouldn't be saying it in my presence."
Dinner was pleasant. The two young women seemed to hit
it off immediately. They talked animatedly about
schools, clothes, movie stars and the cute guys they
hoped to meet at school. Since I didn't have anything
worthwhile to contribute to the conversation, I just
smiled and nodded and refilled iced tea glasses.
"Ladies, I'll be working for the rest of the evening in
my den if you need anything. I'd appreciate it if you
would clean up. Good night."
About eleven that night, I was in the kitchen pouring
the one scotch on the rocks I allowed myself per day
when Melissa came in to get a glass of water. We both
got a surprised; she because I was there and I because
all she was wearing was sheer bikini panties and a
sports bra clearly defining the details of her breasts.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson, I didn't know you were in
here." She turned and quickly left the room, returning
in a knee-length flannel robe. "I'm so embarrassed. I
promise I'll keep myself covered up when I'm walking
around the house from now on."
"Thanks, I'd appreciate that, Melissa. There's no need
to be embarrassed, though. Just try to keep in mind that
even old men are still hormonally programmed to be
affected by the sight and proximity of a beautiful
woman. No harm, no foul."
As the school term got underway and the weeks passed,
Hue and Melissa fell into their routines. Both dated
occasionally but they were serious students and didn't
get caught up in the party scene. We usually saw each
other in the evenings when they were home studying. I
worked out in the exercise room in the mornings and
would sometimes be joined by Melissa when she did a half
hour on the treadmill while I did weights and the
elliptical runner.
Hue wasn't much into the physical fitness culture. It
was obvious Melissa was in pretty good condition because
the half hour run hardly increased her breathing rate.
Conversation usually didn't amount to much more than
idle chatter. I studiedly avoided anything but the
briefest glances at her but sometimes it wasn't easy
since she always wore short shorts and a sports bra that
became very revealing when she got sweaty.
***
One morning as I was doing my sit-ups, she asked, "Do
you mind if I ask how old you are, Mr. Henderson?"
After I finished my set, I smiled and said, "I'd feel
more comfortable it you called me James or Jim or Jimmy.
Since we live in the same house, Mr. Henderson seems a
little too formal. And no, I don't mind your asking. I
was seventy last week."
"No way! Really? You sure don't look it. You're in
better physical shape than most of the guys at school. I
would have guessed maybe sixty, tops.
"Thank you, Melissa, that's a very nice compliment.
Actually, when I retired five years ago I was at least
fifty pounds overweight. Then I had this epiphany; if
the rest of my life was to have any real quality, I
needed to take much better care of myself. That's when I
bought all this equipment. I knew my knees were in bad
shape but that really came home to roost the first
fifteen minutes on the treadmill. That's why I bought
the elliptical runner … no impact. I also changed my
diet completely. That pizza we had the night you moved
in was a rare exception."
"Well, whatever you're doing, you should keep on doing
it because you look great."
"Thanks again. You look pretty great yourself. What got
you on the physical fitness wagon?"
"The booze and dope were messing me up big time. Kind of
like your epiphany I guess. If I was going to make it to
age thirty, I needed to live a different kind of life."
"Congratulations on making the right choices, Melissa. I
think you'll do well."
"Thanks, Mr... err, Jim."
***
I was standing on a short stepladder painting some trim
above the back door when Melissa opened it suddenly from
the outside. The ladder tipped and I fell, catching my
weight on my left hand. I felt a searing pain shoot
across my shoulders and down my arm.
"Oh my god! Jim, are you all right? Are you hurt?"
Taking the offered hand up, I groaned, "I think I messed
up my shoulder but I'll live."
"Oh, Jim, I'm so sorry."
"Not your fault, Melissa. I should have locked that door
before I climbed onto the ladder. You couldn't know I
was there." I was on my feet and testing the range of
motion in my shoulder. I was pretty limited and hurt
like hell.
"Do you need to see a doctor? I'd be happy to drive
you." I could see she was really worried, nearly in
tears.
"Don't be upset, Melissa. I'll just let it rest for a
while and then decide if I need to see a doc. Just be
glad I wasn't holding the paint can because I would have
asked you to clean it up." After she decided I was
joking we laughed.
Within a half hour the shoulder was so stiff and sore I
couldn't raise my arm so I knew that, at the very least,
I had a bad bruise and maybe some bleeding in the AC
joint. With Melissa's help, we rigged a sling so my arm
didn't just dangle at my side. A couple of ibuprofen
helped with the pain.
When Hue got home, she and Melissa dawned their Florence
Nightingale personas and bustled around me like I was on
death's door. They planted me in my recliner, cooked my
dinner and even finished painting the trim over the back
door. I appreciated their efforts but I'm afraid I'm not
a very good patient. "Will you two please get on with
your lives? I thank you for your concern and kindness
but I've been hurt much worse than this. I'll be fine!"
Looking very much like Tinkerbelle defying Peter Pan,
Hue planted herself in front of me with her hands on her
hips. "Look here, Mr. Jim Henderson, you do things for
us all the time and treat us like your own family. If
you think we are going to let this chance for a payback
get away from us, you are in error. Melissa is filling
the spa with hot water and you are going to sit in it
and rest that shoulder. Now we are going to your room so
you can put on bathing trunks." She would brook no
opposition. She waited outside the door as I undressed
and got into a baggy pair of trunks that were
practically knee-length. She took my right hand and let
me through the house to the spa and helped me into the
steaming hot water.
"You just relax, Jim. We'll be right back."
About two minutes later, she and Melissa came into the
bathroom wearing very skimpy two-piece bathing suits and
climbed into the spa with me. What a stroke of luck that
I had opted for baggy trunks. The spa was big but it
wasn't all that big. We couldn't help bumping and
rubbing against each other as we moved around. Melissa
began to massage the shoulder gently while passively
moving the arm up and down. It hurt like hell at first
but with the heat it began to loosen up and feel a
little better.
Melissa grinned wickedly as she said, "I don't think I
mentioned that when I was a bad girl, I sometimes worked
as a massage therapist. Sometimes I even did massages."
I began to wonder where this was going.
I glanced at Hue to see if she had caught the
implication of Melissa's remark. She laughed and said
she and Melissa had already shared all their secrets and
that she was not a complete stranger to naughty behavior
either. To emphasize the point, she leaned over and
kissed me on the cheek. Melissa was brushing her breasts
against me as she rubbed my back and then my chest. This
was more than your standard TLC. Against my will, I was
becoming aroused. It's not like men suddenly become
impotent at the age of seventy, but this was more
stimulation than I had been exposed to in a very long
time and I popped an erection like a sixteen year old. I
knew they were teasing me and I began to feel a little
ridiculous.
"Girls, please! This is all very entertaining for you
but I have to tell you that it's making me
uncomfortable. I'm an old man but I'm not a dirty old
man. There's no way you can be sexually attracted to me
but your getting me all worked up and it isn't fair. I
don't enjoy being the object of jokes or pity." I tried
to get out of the spa but I wasn't very successful one-
handing it.
Melissa took my face in her hands and turned it to hers,
apparently a little miffed. "What do you mean we can't
be sexually attracted to you? If you think for one
minute that we would ever make fun of you, you're way
off base. For a man who's lived seventy years, you don't
seem to know much about what women find desirable." Her
expression softened as she said, "Jim, you are a dear,
kind, sweet man who also happens to be pretty darned
good looking. What's not to like? Even in those baggy
trunks, we can see that you have a pretty impressive
erection and we don't intend for it to go to waste. And
yes, this is a conspiracy, so just let biology have its
way and enjoy it."
Hue added, "Please, Jim. Melissa and I talked about
this. We do not wish to be disrespectful in any way. We
only wish to give you pleasure. You must understand that
we offer ourselves out of love for you, not out of pity.
There are no conditions attached to what we give you.
Chúng ta vinh danh với các cơ quan của
chúng tôi." It took me a few moments to translate that
in my head. It means "We honor you with our bodies."
Now I was both touched and embarrassed. "I don't know
what to say. I'm sorry if I misread your intentions;
it's just that this is about the last thing I would ever
have expected."
With that, Melissa and Hue stood and began to remove
their bikinis. Hue's breasts were small and beautifully
shaped, accented with small pinkish-brown aureoles and
nipples. Melissa's were full, heavy and firm. Both had
black pubic hair but while Melissa's was a dense, curly
bush, Hue's was sparser with strait hair. They dropped
their bikinis on the floor outside the spa. Melissa
reached under my arms and helped me rise up as Hue slid
my trunks off revealing my highly excited cock.
"My, my, Jim! Your wife must have been a happy woman!"
Hue cooed as she gripped my engorged member with her
tiny hand and began slowly stroking up and down the
shaft. Melissa knelt between my knees and leaned forward
placing a pink-tipped breast against my face. I took her
nipple between my lips, flicking it with the end of my
tongue. She placed my right hand between her legs and
slid it back and forth over her swollen labia. I was
experiencing sensations that I believed were a part of
the past, never to be enjoyed again. She leaned sideways
and kissed Hue in a way that told me they were more than
casual friends. It only added to my own excitement.
"Look, girls. I'm afraid someone is going to get hurl
maneuvering around in this tub. If we're really going to
do this thing, could we go to my bedroom? I have a king-
size bed, plenty of room for all of us."
"Great idea!" Melissa laughed. She and Hue stepped out
and then held onto my arms as I sat on the edge and then
swung my legs over. They wrapped us all in warm towels
and led the way to my room. Melissa crawled under the
blankets first and patted the bed beside her in
invitation. Lying between the two of them, I felt like a
kid about to experience sex for the first time; I didn't
know where to begin. I was a little surprised that my
penis hadn't lost any of its enthusiasm.
I was actually trembling as Melissa took the shaft in
her hand and slipped her mouth over the head and about
half of my length. As Hue nudged me onto my side and
lifted my head onto her thigh with my mouth within
licking distance of her sex, I moaned as a sharp pain
shot through my shoulder. I hoped she thought it was in
anticipation of pleasure. As I began to tease her wet,
rigid labia with my tongue, she completed the triangle
by pressing her face into Melissa's bush and licking her
passionately.
Melissa teased and sucked me like a pro. Come to think
of it, I guess for a while, she was just that. She
seemed to know exactly when to stop and when to squeeze
down on my shaft, delaying the inevitable explosion.
Amid the sighs, grunts, groans and moans, we kept this
up for a good fifteen minutes. When I thought I couldn't
hold off any longer, Melissa pushed me onto my back and
straddled my hips, guiding my cock into her opening and
then sliding down the entire length until I was pushing
against her cervix.
"Oh god, Jim! You fill me all the way up."
As I began thrusting my cock into her with everything I
had, Hue straddled my head (carefully avoiding any
contact with my shoulder) and lowered herself onto my
waiting tongue, making little whimpering noises as I
licked and sucked her clitoris. We all climaxed within
seconds of each other, me shooting a load of semen into
Melissa's depths that I had no idea I was capable of,
Melissa clamping down on me and releasing a flood of
juices that ran down my cock and dripped off my balls
wetting the sheets under me and Hue actually spraying my
face with her aromatic flow.
We lay beside each other as we caught our breath. I
silently thanked whatever gods there might be for every
second I spent working out and staying fit. Melissa
raised up onto an elbow and looked intently at me as she
traced her fingers through the hair on my chest. "Jim,
any woman would love to be made love to by a man like
you. Will you allow Hue or I to share your bed from time
to time?"
"I'm afraid I still have an old fashioned sense of
morality. You both know I can't ask you for sex. It
would be so wrong of me to do that."
"That's why we want to do it, Jim. Because you would
never feel that it was your right and you would never
abuse our relationship."
I thought hard about it for a few minutes. "Hue,
Melissa, you can't know how grateful I am for giving me
a gift that I thought I would never experience again. If
the mood and circumstances are right, nothing would
please me more than to make love to you. I will never
knock on your door for that reason but I will welcome
either or both of you to my bed, whether or not we make
love.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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